Chapter 125 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

“Abigail Bernstein” Diarmuid snapped severely-she was getting increasingly hystericall

However, she was not about to give in either “What, upset that I’m right about you?”

Closing his eyes to calm himself, Diarmuid said, “No. The truth is, Tommy is missing–I didn’t want to tell you because I know you’d worry But I guess I shouldn’t hide it if it means leaving you hysterical.”

“Look,” he continued earnestly, “I’m as worried as you are, because Tommy is my child too However, being calm is most important right now if we want to find him. Also, don’t keep lumping me with Kathy York – didn’t I tell you that there’s nothing between us?”

Abigail, however, was wobbling even as she stared at him “Tommy is missing?”

Her mind was ringing, and she was unable to listen to anything else he said!

The fact that her child was missing was stuck in her mind.

Was that why she had that nightmare?

“W-Who took him?” she rasped.

Diarmuid pulled her into his arms and stroked her back to comfort her. “Doesn’t matter who it is. I’ll find Tommy and bring him back safely.”

Abigail could not help shaking uncontrollably.

Her eyes welled with tears. “I’m scared. I…”

Diarmuid assured her, “He’ll be fine. Trust me.”

She looked up with teardrops caught in her curled eyelashes. “But what if he gets hurt?”

“He won’t,” Diarmuid said, wiping her tears.

Bzzt-

His phone suddenly started to ring, and he answered it.

“Yeah?”

Abigail’s ears pricked up in attention!

Stan spoke from the other end. “I’ve checked. Ian Althoff had been to the manor, where your child was kept. The boy went missing afterward, and it is most likely lan’s doing. Also, Moneypenny had mentioned that your grandfather wanted to keep things quiet, but they bumped into lan when they did a paternity test

Diarmuid frowned. “What paternity test?”

“Your grandfather needed to ensure that the boy is your child, and it was proven that he is,” Stan replied.

For Diarmuid’s part, he never doubted that the child was his ever since he found out that she had a child-he was the only man Abigail had ever been with.

On the other end, Stan hesitated for a while before saying, “Sir, we don’t have any leverage against him…”

After all, Henry had disowned lan and his immediate family to appease Diarmuid. They were not given anything from the family estate.

Even so, Quincy Moore had used her savings to start a nightclub called ‘Charmed‘ for her son, lan. It was only because she tried to kill Diarmuid again that he destroyed it

Right now, their only livelihood was rent on several factories and some shares

“Keep an eye on them constantly, and have them inform me the instant they notice anything. Also, you’re coming back to the office–there’s something I need you to do,” Diarmuid said, having come up with a plan. just then.

“Yes, sir,” Stan replied.

Diarmuid had barely hung up when Abigail asked impatiently, “lan Althoff? Isn’t he your cousin? Why would he take Tommy away?”

Abigail was aware that Henry had two sons.

The elder was Andrew Althoff, Diarmuid’s father.

The other was Greg Jeffeson, his uncle.

Abigail also knew that Greg and his family were not living at Althoff Manor, but she was not aware about the blood grudges between them and Diarmuid.

Naturally, outsiders were not privy to their family squabble, and mentioning it at all hurt the family reputation. Drama like this would inevitably become gossip for everyone else once it leaks out!

“Because Tommy is my son,” Diarmuid said casually.

Abigail became even more confused just then. “But if he’s your cousin and you know he took Tommy, we should just ask-”

“This isn’t the place to talk. Let’s go inside,” he said, putting an arm around Abigail’s shoulder.

Abigail had calmed considerably, since worrying is meaningless now. Instead, they should find out what was happening, and why It took Tommy.

The first floor of the Light Group headquarters was very spacious. To the right was the front desk, several couches, and a water dispenser. At the center was a corridor leading to the elevators, and Diarmuid took one with Abigail to the top floor.

When they walked past Debbie’s desk, Diarmuid told his secretary, “Cancel everything on my schedule and get us two coffees.”

Yes, Mr. Althoff,” Debbie replied.

Diarmuid kept a hand around Abigail’s waist as they headed to his office, and he opened the door. “Go in.”

Abigail entered, and he closed the door behind her, freeing his collar and nonchalantly throwing his jacket on the couch.

Abigail had been too anxious to notice before, but she saw the dark circles under his eyes just then.

He had not been sleeping well… Was he worried, too?

Whatever the case might be, Tommy was his child.

“Do you love children, Diarmuid?” she asked, trying to ascertain his stance on Tommy.

Diarmuid turned toward her with a thoughtful look, seemingly reading her thoughts right then. “You mean, am I going to acknowledge Tommy as my own?”

Abigail pursed her lips, but her silence meant that it was exactly what she thought.

“Of course I would love my own children.” He walked up to her, his expression serious even as he pulled her by the wrist so that she could sit on the couch. “Abigail–when we find Tommy, I’ll marry you so that everyone knows you’re my wife, and that he’s my son.”

Abigail was actually surprised that he would suddenly say that.

Her heart rippled, as if a boulder had been thrown into a placid lake.

“You want to acknowledge Tommy as your legitimate son?” she asked.

Diarmuid’s eyes were so tender they could melt any woman’s heart just then, and he quietly said, “No, I want a family.”

And in that family would be the woman he loved and their child.

Abigail saw the yearning and hope in his eyes-it was the most vulnerable she had ever seen him.

“You and me?” Abigail exclaimed in surprise. “What about Kathy York?”

She still remembered the indignation when she found out that he was messing around with Kathy

Diarmuid was speechless. Why was she always capable of ruining the mood in an instant?

“Why do you keep mentioning people who don’t matter? I’ve already told Stan to transfer her somewhere won’t see her, and there was nothing between us at all.”

He reached out to touch her cheek, but she avoided his touch. “You don’t have to explain your affairs to me.”

Diarmuid’s hand froze in the air for a moment before he lowered it, and he asked, “You don’t want to give our child a family?”

Abigail certainly wanted Tommy to have both parents and to grow up in a happy family–it was ideal for the boy’s development.

Moreover, she was in love with Diarmuid.

Perhaps she should win him over, for Tommy’s sake? And he was clearly proposing to her too.

She understood now–she should not be running away, and instead should be striving for herself and Tommy!

“I do… Also, why did your cousin take Tommy away?”

“Do you remember the night we first met? That was his mother, Quincy Moore, trying to kill me,” Diarmuid replied.

He directly used their names, avoiding calling them ‘aunt’ or ‘cousin‘ because they did not deserve it.

Knock, knock,

“Come in,” Diarmuid called out when he heard the knock on the door.

Debbie, his secretary, came in and left again after placing their coffees on the table.

Diarmuid always took his coffee black. The thick, raw flavor was very bitter, but also invigorating.

Moreover, he had not been resting much over the last two days, and weariness showed on his face.

Abigail went behind him on the couch. “I’m a doctor-I can help you with your fatigue.”

As she spoke, she put her fingers on his temples.

Her fingertips were cold and soft, though Diarmuid stiffened a little at her touch.

“Is this too strong?” she asked as she massaged his temples.

“No,” Diarmuid rasped–she had great control on her strength, and she moved on to his shoulders and back, relieving him of considerable stress.

“You must have been exhausted,” she said. “Your muscles are very stiff.”

Diarmuid suddenly took her hand. “Abigail…”

Abigail was standing behind him, and his face as well as his neck seemed to form a straight line as she looked from above.

She could also see his muscular chest underneath his shirt.

Averting her eyes, she asked, “Will they hurt Tommy?”

Greg Althoff’s family were cold enough to make attempts on Diarmuid’s life. It was clear how much they hated each other, and that in turn made Abigail worried for Tommy.

Nonetheless, Diarmuid held her hand, his thumb brushing gently against her skin. “No, they’ll hold him hostage so that I’ll give up the family estate. They understand that if he gets hurt, they’d get nothing and I’ll definitely take their heads. That’s why you can be sure that he’ll be fine.”

“I’m still worried. It was so difficult for me to bring him to this world, I cannot bear to lose him. I’ll promise you anything if you can bring him back safely.”

“Including remarrying me?” he asked.

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