Chapter 115 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Naturally, they felt no qualms once Diarmuid had spoken and firmly pried her away from his car, leaving her with cuts on her fingers!

With that, Diarmuid jammed his foot on the gas pedal, and his car bounded down into the basement parking lot without pause.

Kathy was left staring as he left, her tears gushing out.

Biting her lip, she then snapped at the security guards who were still restraining her, “Let go of me!”

The security guards did so–Diarmuid was already gone anyway.

Still, her clothes were now a mess and she looked utterly miserable, but more than that, she was indignant!

She knew that only Henry Althoff would help her now. Wiping her tears, she drove straight to Althoff Manor.

Over the last few days, Henry had been sulking.

Although Moneypenny had voluntarily apologized and admitted to what he did, he had been coerced and actually deserved sympathy.

However, Henry still allowed himself to be talked into splitting up Abigail and Diarmuid’s marriage!

He had wanted someone to take care of Diarmuid, to give him a woman who can offer him a family

Only for everything to end up a mess!

He did not even want to imagine how Diarmuid would react once he found out that he and Moneypenny had a hand in his divorce, along with the kidnapping of his son!

What respect and kinship he held would vaporize, would it not?

“Honestly, what should I do now?” It was not as if Henry had gotten senile–Moneypenny had spent of his life serving him and more than proved his loyalty. He was not about to send him to the gallows over one mistake!

“Sir.” Moneypenny bowed reverently then. “Perhaps I should confess to Master Diarmuid…” “Forget it. Do you think you’d live with that temper of his? And with your withered body?” Henry snorted. “What has happened has happened–let there be no next time.”

“Don’t worry, sir. There won’t be,” Moneypenny promised.

“So, any leads on Abigail Bernstein?” Henry asked.

He was aware that Abigail had been abducted on her way to get married too.

“No, sir. It’s an absolute mystery,” Moneypenny said, shaking his head. “The culprits left no traces at all, and I could not find out who they were at all!”

“Do you think it’s Diarmuid?” Henry mused.

Moneypenny considered it. “He does have feelings for her, but does he desire her so much that he doesn’t care if she was marrying someone else, and would take her even if it meant crashing a wedding?”

“Indeed. They were married for little over a year, and Abigail had been missing for months as well. Even if he loves her, his feelings would not be that strong,” Henry guessed.

“That’s true. You know Master Diarmuid, and given how rational he can be, he would not get this obsessed over a woman,” Moneypenny concluded.

Henry thought about that a while, and decided that Moneypenny was being reasonable.

He had never seen Diarmuid resort to outrageous behavior over any woman thus far!

“That said, I find Ms. Bernstein a little too headstrong if we want someone who can take care of Master Diarmuid. Won’t you agree?” Moneypenny said just then.

Henry narrowed his eyes. they?”

“She’s a doctor. And most ladies these days are the same, aren’t

Moneypenny shook his head. “Won’t you agree that Kathy is more controllable?”

“I know you’re trying to get me to pick Kathy York, but you’ve seen for yourself last night- Diarmuid didn’t even bother to show up at the dinner with her. You could tell right then how difficult it would be to get him to warm up to her,” Henry said.

Even though he thought that he had made a mistake at first, now that he had really given it careful thought, he realized that he was worried about not seeing Diarmuid being with a person he loved, not to mention that he was old now.

If he still could not understand love, he would become even colder and crueler after Henry’s death!

“Actually, I don’t think we need a woman with brains. She just has to love him and take care of him, and that’s enough. Won’t you agree?”

Henry gave his butler a look. “You want me to continue getting Diarmuid to warm up to Kathy?”

“You did agree to Mr. York’s request to look after his granddaughter, and you suggested the coupling in the first place. How would you explain to Mr. York that you’re giving up halfway?” Pausing for a moment, Moneypenny continued, “Moreover, is there anyone better suited than her at the moment?”

“Ahem-”

Henry started coughing just then, and Moneypenny quickly brought a glass of water. “Here, sir. Take your time.”

Henry had a couple sips wet his throat, but it still hurts.

“Should I ask for Dr. Slate?” Moneypenny asked.

Henry waved him off. “No!”

A servant suddenly entered the room. “Sir, Ms. York is here.”

Henry was just feeling irritated, and frowned. “What is she doing here?”

“I don’t know, but she is having a crying fit–maybe she was somehow given grief?” the servant replied.

Moneypenny quietly said, “I will get her to leave…”

Henry waved him off. “Forget it. Let her in.”

Cedric York was a close friend of his and Kathy his only granddaughter. He could not bear to face Cedric if he could not even take care of her a little.

“Henry…” Kathy was sobbing, putting up a miserable look as she entered.

“What is it?” Henry asked, already feeling impatient inside!

Henry was already feeling ill and irritable, but he still had to comfort Kathy as she continued her crying fit.

That alone made Henry think less of her than Abigail.

Women could be delicate and their vulnerability might tug at the heartstrings of men, being exceedingly spoiled would get on anyone’s nerves.

but

Henry was already feeling irritable, and he certainly did not have the patience to comfort someone else!

“You told me you wanted me to get together with Diarmuid, right?” Kathy sobbed.

Henry kept his patience as he told her, “Sit.”

At the same time, Moneypenny reminded her, “Say what you have to, but no one would understand you if you cry louder than you speak.”

Kathy glanced between him and Henry just then. Even though Henry was not visibly angry, he was a lot less mild than usual. She was naturally smart enough to notice Moneypenny’s kindness, and quickly stopped sobbing.

Having ensured that she was calm, she said, “Did you know? Diarmuid transferred me from the headquarters to a branch office! I won’t be able to see him, let alone get him to warm up to me

Henry was not actually surprised–that was Diarmuid’s style.

He then remembered that he had basically pushed Abigail to Diarmuid as well, but she had never come to him bawling like Kathy. In fact, she had never complained to Henry about any grievance she suffered, nor shed a tear even when Diarmuid made her bleed right here in this manor!

He would never have been able to tell if he never compared them, but once he did, it became apparent to him that Kathy was a far cry from Abigail!

Even if most men would agree that a woman with looks and a caring side was good enough, Diarmuid covered so many bases that he did not need someone that extraordinary–but a crybaby certainly would not do!

Henry actually felt awkward just then.

He was the one who had proposed the match in the first place, and if he reneged now, he would have broken a promise to both Cedric and Kathy.

And if she held a grudge…

What a dilemma!

Moneypenny could tell what he was thinking, and hence thought of an idea.

“Ms. York, Master Althoff has already assisted you plenty, even making you Master Diarmuid’s savior. You should be using it to your advantage—what do you think Master Althoff can do even if you came crying to him? Tie Master Diarmuid to your bed?”

Kathy flushed and lowered her head in embarrassment.

At the same time, Henry glanced at Moneypenny–his words lacked tact, but Henry did not refute it.

After all, it was almost reasonable: Kathy should be coming up with ideas of her own to make Diarmuid fall for her.

How much could Henry help, when Diarmuid was already upset with him?

“How can I help?” he asked just then.

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