Suddenly, sirens could be heard blaring!
As the sirens approached, the gamblers who had been entranced heard it and ran out of the containers, and swarmed toward Ian when they saw him.
“Why are the coast guard coming?” they demanded.
They knew that they were involved in a crime, and they were naturally worried about getting caught.
“Just shut up if you don’t want to get caught,” Ian growled angrily, and carved a path through the crowd as he made his way to Diarmuid. “Things won’t end well for you once word of this gets out. Don’t forget–I’m your family. Aren’t you afraid of ruining the reputation of the illustrious Althoff dynasty?”
Though he owned this illegal casino, everyone knew who he was!
If he was indicted and once word got out, Diarmuid would not fare any better?
Diarmuid remained indifferent, his lips curling up with disdain and callousness. “What does that have to do with me?”
He might be a Althoff, but after seeing that Henry had come aboard without lifting a finger to save Abigail or his child, he no longer had any qualms!
From now on, he would protect his real family–Abigail and Tommy deserved all his attention.
Soon, the cargo ship was surrounded, and the blaring sirens left many hearts pounding!
Fearing arrest, the crowd was in an uproar as panic and guilt seized them.
Stan and his men cleared a path, while Diarmuid left with Abigail and Tommy on another boat.
“I’m leaving this to you. Don’t disappoint me,” Diarmuid growled with a solemn look.
Stan’s recent performance had been subpar and Diarmuid had. been meaning to straighten him out.
Stan was naturally aware, and said, “Don’t worry, sir.”
He would do his best this time.
Diarmuid trusted him too, and naturally would not give up on him so quickly–everyone deserved a second chance.
“Leave no stone unturned. I could tell that those men have dirty laundry, and I don’t want them out and about again,” Diarmuid added. “Understand?”
“Yes–anyone who laid a finger on Mrs. Althoff will be punished.”
Stan was certainly smart. Diarmuid was being deliberately vague, but he understood anyway. Still, it was to be expected after he served the man so long, and gained an intimate understanding of how he thought.
He even knew how to address Abigail to suit Diarmuid’s mood!
“Get it done,” Diarmuid said flatly, and Stan returned to the cargo ship with his men.
Diarmuid then headed above the deck and told the crew to bring the boat ashore.
As the boat sailed steadily over the sea’s surface, Abigail’s heart was still strung up, unable to relax.
She feared that harm had come to Tommy.
On the other hand, Diarmuid hesitated for a long while, but could not bring himself to ask her to let him hold Tommy.
At the moment, it seemed that Abigail would not let go of the baby–she just seemed so anxious, and words of comfort seemed to be ineffective.
“I won’t let any danger come to you ever again,” he said quietly, his eyes fixed on Tommy.
The boy looks so much like himself…
Abigail did not look up, but she replied, “Thank you.”
Diarmuid understood how she felt.
Once they made port and Abigail carried Tommy from the boat, he said, “Can we go to the hospital? I want to get Tommy checked.”
“I’ll take you there,” Diarmuid said.
“Okay,” she replied, and got into his car.
His phone suddenly started ringing–it was a call from Moneypenny, who told him that Henry wanted to see him.
“Got it,” he replied, and hung up.
He did not head to the Althoff Manor, however, and instead brought Abigail straight to the hospital.
“You can leave me if you’re busy. I just need Jimmy with me.”
“It’s nothing urgent,” Diarmuid said.
No matter who was asking for him now or what situation needed his attention, nothing was more important than the safety of his child.
In fact, Tommy had better be safe, or he would hold everyone responsible–even Henry!
Soon, they arrived at the hospital.
Once the car stopped, Diarmuid alighted first, and opened the door for Abigail, walking with her as she carried Tommy out of the car.
The examination soon concluded that the boy was fine-
Ian did not overdose him.
“Wargh-
Tommy suddenly started crying from hunger.
“What is this?!”
Diarmuid, however, quickly became anxious and presumed that the doctor had made some mistake, and caused the baby discomfort.
Glaring sharply at the doctor, he growled, “What have you done?!”
Abigail promptly tugged at his sleeve–it had nothing to do with the doctor. “Tommy is just hungry.”
The doctor almost jumped in shock from Diarmuid’s glare, and asked gingerly, “There’s formula milk available over at the pediatrics. Why don’t we go there?”
Abigail nodded.
However, Tommy refused to drink the formula milk from the hospital. He was bawling so hard, he was almost rasping.
Realizing that it could be the issue of the formula milk, Abigail was forced to take him home to the Bernstein mansion.
“Is he sick?‘
Beside himself with worry, Diarmuid was absolutely on edge on the journey. He kept urging Jimmy the chauffeur to drive faster.
That put Jimmy on edge as well, but he did his best on the congested road, all the while driving as safely as he could.
It was after quite a while when they reached the Bernstein Mansion. Sheryl was nowhere to be seen, while Ricky was at work.
Once inside, Abigail handed Tommy to Diarmuid. “I’m going to heat some milk for Tommy.”
Tommy must be crying so much because he was hungry, and Abigail was too anxious to care if Diarmuid knew how to hold a baby or not.
And Diarmuid certainly did not–this was his first time doing so, and he stayed frozen, afraid to move even an inch. Ast he looked at the soft, tiny child in his arms, he felt that his heart could melt at any second.
This was his baby! His heart was screaming in his chest, constantly reminding himself of that fact.
Abigail prepared milk for Tommy and returned to them, only to find Diarmuid staying motionless. He clearly had no experience in holding a child, but was still exceedingly careful with the baby.
It was obvious Diarmuid cared and loved the child. Suddenly, Abigail was suddenly internally at the very least, Diarmuid acknowledged Tommy and loved him.
That was good for both herself and the child.
Walking up to them, Abigail said quietly, “You can give him to me now. I have to feed him.
Diarmuid did not, however. Instead, he asked, “Can I feed him?”
Abigail passed the bottle to him. “You should sit first.”
Despite the request, Diarmuid was clearly nervous–there was a vein bulging over his temple, and Abigail couldn’t bear to look at it. Thus, she took Tommy from Diarmuid and ended up feeding the baby herself. “You’re not used to it. You’ll be after some practice.”
“Yeah, okay.” Diarmuid sighed.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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