Chapter 163 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Ricky nodded.

“By the way, do you know who texted you? Have you met them?” Abigail asked just then, intent on finding. out who put the whole plan together.

If Ricky really believed that Diarmuid killed Samantha and did not use a dud bomb, the consequences would be unimaginable.

“I have. She-”

“This isn’t the place to talk. We should go,” Diarmuid suddenly said.

Abigail then realized that she was being impatient, and that this was not the place to talk. “Yeah, we should.”

“Okay,” Ricky agreed.

However, as they passed the patch of grass near the entrance, Diarmuid heard a faint beeping sound, and turned to find a bomb hidden in the grass.

3, 2, 1…

“Bomb!” Diarmuid cried and promptly threw his arms around Abigail, pushing her down to the ground!

The bomb detonated with a resounding boom the instant they fell, and the resulting flame shone like a second sun.

Ricky reacted too slowly, and was knocked unconscious by the resulting shockwave.

Abigail regained consciousness first, and when she tried to move, she realized that Diarmuid was on top of her -he was shielding her with his body.

“Diarmuid…” Abigail called out as she pulled herself out from underneath him. He was unconscious, and she could see that the explosion had sent bricks and other shrapnel flying, with even a rock ’embedded’ on his back.

She quickly checked his breathing and pulse, and went to check on Ricky after ascertaining that they were knocked out.

Ricky was worse off than Diarmuid, so Abigail promptly found a phone to call an ambulance, and then gave them first aid while waiting.

When the ambulance arrived and rushed them to the hospital, Abigail had to wait outside. Although she could help, she did not have a medical license and was not allowed into the examination room.

After over an hour, both Ricky and Diarmuid were found to only suffer minor injuries and were treated accordingly. Still, they were admitted for observation since it was a bomb.

Since they were admitted to different wards and Abigail could not care for them both at the same time, she called Sheryl to help take care of Ricky.

She then called Mrs. Watson, saying, “Diarmuid and I won’t be home tonight. Is Tommy doing alright?”

“Yes, he’s such a good boy. Don’t worry, Mrs. Althoff-I will take good care of him.”

Abigail was naturally relieved since it was Mrs. Watson. “Okay.”

After that, she called Stan on Diarmuid’s phone.

She wanted to tell Stan that Diarmuid was unavailable and could not work for a while, and to have Stan call if something important came up. However, the instant Stan heard what she said, he promptly pressed, Why? Did something happen?”

“He’s hurt,” Abigail admitted, and told him where they were.

Stan arrived in half an hour, along with Debbie, Diarmuid’s secretary.

Seeing her, Abigail was reminded of how entranced she had been when she touched herself on Diarmuid’s desk.

Right now, she was utterly serious-even grim-as if she was a completely different person from before.

If she had not seen it with her own eyes, Abigail would have doubted it if someone had told her what Debbie did instead.

“How did he get hurt?” Debbie asked just then.

“Yeah, what happened here? Why did he get hurt out of the blue?” Stan quickly echoed.

“There was a bomb, and he tried to save me,” Abigail said.

“A bomb?” Stan exclaimed in surprise. “How? Was it the Althoffs-”

“No,” Abigail replied. “I don’t know-we’ll have to wait until Ricky wakes up to get an answer.”

Only Ricky and Diarmuid knew that she had been taken to that unfinished building. Anyone else who knew where they were and plant that bomb must be the mastermind who goaded Ricky, and he probably knew who it was.

“Ricky is involved?” Stan asked.

Abigail nodded.

That was when she caught Debbie sneaking a look at Diarmuid. Abigail stayed impassive as she said, “We don’t need that many people around here. You both should head home to get some rest.”

“I can stay to help care for Mr. Althoff. You should rest after what happened,” Debbie said then.

“No,” Abigail refused. “He’s my husband, and I should care for him. I’ll contact Stan if anything comes up.”

“Yeah. You should go,” Stan joined in.

Debbie lowered her gaze, and started to head out of the ward. “Okay.”

Still, she looked up again, seemingly to take another look at Diarmuid, only to find Abigail staring at her instead. Composing herself instantly, she said, “See you around,”

Abigail stayed quiet, and simply stared at Debbie impassively.

While it had only been a theory before, Abigail was now completely sure that Debbie was in love with Diarmuid. “Stan, how long has Debbie been working for Diarmuid? Does he trust her a lot?”

“Both of us have worked for Mr. Althoff for a while now. She’s good at her job, so Mr. Althoff trusts her considerably.”

As Abigail nodded in understanding, he asked, “Why would you ask that out of the blue?” “Nothing.” Abigail replied. “Just asking since I’m not familiar with the people around Diarmuid.”

Stan naturally did not dwell on it, and she said, “I’ll stay here. You should go too.”

She then turned to find that Diarmuid had already recovered without her realizing it, and he was staring at her!

Walking up to Diarmuid, Abigail asked, “You’re already awake? How are you feeling?”

Diarmuid did not answer, however, and kept staring at her-she was not hurt, but she had yet to change her clothes, which were now a filthy mess.

Noticing him staring at her clothing just then, she shrugged, “Didn’t have time to change.”

“If you don’t like Debbie, I can have her transferred elsewhere.”

He had clearly heard her conversation with Stan, and she had asked him about Debbie before as well.

Perhaps she did not like women hanging around him?

Meanwhile, Stan frowned.

What had gotten between these two? Why was Debbie suddenly involved?

Naturally, he voiced his own opinion on the matter. “She’s serious with her work, and I don’t think she’s ever made any major mistakes.”

In reality he was hoping that Diarmuid did not transfer Debbie since he would need time to develop a new partnership if a new secretary came.

Moreover, they had been longtime colleagues and their partnership had been great, so he was thinking about it from a completely professional standpoint.

Meanwhile, Abigail gave Diarmuid a look. “I don’t hate her or anything-I was just asking Stan about her since she’s one of the people close to you. I simply wanted to know more about her.”

It was a good enough explanation, and Stan felt that Abigail was not that petty. In fact, he came to find her smart and easygoing, and she was not the type to harass anyone, let alone Debbie.

Diarmuid, on the other hand… was acting like a total slave to her.

Here Abigail was, just asking about Debbie, and he was already thinking that she was jealous?

The man was not like that before-love certainly changes a man, and this was the first time Stan had ever seen Diarmuid being so eager to earn a woman’s favor.

What a rare sight!

Diarmuid then turned toward Stan and saw the eagerness on his face to gossip.

His gaze darkened, and he growled, “If you have so much free time, why don’t you clean up every toilet at the headquarters?”

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