Diarmuid stared at him but stayed silent-Stan took it for a silent approval.
In reality, Stan only did that because he had come to understand that Diarmuid did not care about Kathy at all.
From his point of view, there were just two reasons why Diarmuid had not kicked Kathy to the curb-the first was that she had saved Diarmuid’s life before, and he could not be too harsh on her despite his indifference. The second was that she was still useful to them.
Still, that made Stan think-why the difference in treatment between Kathy and Abigail?
Both of them had saved Diarmuid’s life, and yet one one was treated like a tool, while the other was being pampered to kingdom come. Seeing that certainly left Stan clicking his tongue.
Truly, it hurt to see the contrast!
“How are things going on over there?” Diarmuid asked just then, seemingly not interested in discussing Kathy further.
Stan had naturally been keeping an eye on Light Group. They had eyes and ears everywhere-it was certainly easy to embed their own people amongst their ranks after they managed the company for years. “Both lan Althoff and Quincy Moore are trying their damndest to save Light Group and looking for any viable projects right now. They have to rally everyone since lan just became CEO, and his position would become shaky without anything persuasive. Quincy is staying with him whenever she can, and has no time for Greg Althoff. This is exactly the moment he needs a more understanding female companion.” Stan was being vague at the last part, but Diarmuid understood-they were just talking about Kathy, and they were now prepared to send her his way.
Kathy was young and beautiful. With Quincy busy at Light Group and having no time to care about Greg. this was the right time to sneak someone in.
After all, causing rifts between family members always inevitably breaks that family apart.
Right now, it was all going according to Diarmuid’s plan, with everything falling in line like dominos.
“Got it. Keep an eye on their movements, and report immediately if anything comes up,” Diarmuid said.
“Yes, sir,” Stan said. “I’ll be going now.”
Even before he left the study, Abigail had already returned to her room, putting Tommy to bed as she lay beside him. Fiddling with his baby, she said, “Your daddy is quite the womanizer, isn’t he? First Debbie, and now Kathy-it’s like there’s no end to them. Your poor mommy has to take care of you, while fending. them off at the same time…”
Diarmuid had been discharged a few days ago, since he had his doctor’s permission to rest at home. His injuries had since scabbed, and he would make a full recovery soon enough.
Ricky had been discharged and on the road of recovery as well, thanks to Sheryl’s care. He had been sulking for a while after Samantha’s funeral, but he had improved since, and resumed working despite his injury.
Abigail did not try to talk him out of it, since Ricky needed to pull himself together, and his career was his emotional pillar right now.
“Boo… Ya…”
Tommy’s little round eyes that were akin to black grapes were fixed on Abigail, his pink lips yapping gibberish as if understanding that Abigail was talking to him, and hence mustering a response.
Abigail’s gaze was utterly tender as she watched her baby, and her heart overflowed with warmth-any trouble that had been in her heart faded just from looking at Tommy.
“You’re saying yes, right? That I should fend them off?” she asked lovingly, and gently pinched him on the cheeks.
Tommy giggled from amusement, but that was when Diarmuid suddenly asked, “Fend who off?”
He had appeared in the room without her knowing it, and she almost jumped in surprise.
Abigail frowned. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”
Meanwhile, Diarmuid arched his back and scooped Tommy up in his arms. “It’s not my fault. You were so busy talking to Tommy you never noticed me coming in.”
Tommy always liked being carried, and his little limbs were flailing as he babbled. “Mama…”
Abigail smiled. “My baby can say ‘mommy’ now.”
Diarmuid shot her a look, and instructed their son indignantly. “Say ‘daddy.”
“Mama…”
“Da…Da.”
“Mah… Mah…”
Diarmuid looked like he would keep going, and Abigail could not bear to look-Tommy was just mouthing some syllables that sounded like ‘mommy’ and not actually saying it. How would he ever say ‘daddy’?
Taking Tommy off Diarmuid’s arms, she said, “Time for your milk, baby.”
With that, she went looking for Mrs. Watson, leaving Diarmuid alone and speechless.
However, the more she was trying to cold-shoulder him, the more he wanted to stay with her. Following her downstairs, he said, “I’ll carry Tommy. You can get the milk.”
Abigail quickly said, “Mrs. Watson can do it.”
Diarmuid was once again speechless.
Did he offend her somehow?
Mrs. Watson hid a smile as she watched them, and took Tommy off Abigail’s arms. “I can feed Tommy. He’s going to sleep soon anyway.”
Abigail sighed, and returned inside their room, while Diarmuid followed and closed the door behind him.
“I heard you talking about Kathy?” Abigail asked directly.
Diarmuid stared at her for a while, coming to a realization.
She was pouting because of Kathy?
He could not help feeling amused just then, no longer flustered when he realized what was bugging her.
Sitting on the bed and lounging against the wall, he folded his legs elegantly while studying her from head to toe, which gave Abigail the creeps.
“W-What’s that look for?”
“You’ve gotten fatter recently, don’t you think?” Diarmuid said rather seriously.
Abigail was speechless, and wanted nothing less to scream at him that he was fat-and his whole family.
too!
Still, he soon smiled. “Come, let me grope around a little to see who you are.”
Speechless once more, Abigail wondered if he was out of his mind!
She turned, ready to leave because she had no idea what nonsense would come out of his mouth next.
However, as soon as she moved, he caught her by the wrist, and pulled him firmly into his warm embrace. before she could react.
Keeping her tightly under his embrace, he asked softly, “Where do you think you’re going? Hmm?”
Abigail struggled definitely, but it only made him laugh alluringly. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous.”
Abigail was speechless.
Her? Jealous?!
Absolutely not!
“I’m not,” she growled.
Diarmuid mused to himself for a while, and then said, “Well, since you’re being so understanding, I guess I should see Kathy since she’s been helping me a lot lately-”
“Stop it!”
Abigail had turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck before he could finish, warning him, “Don’t you dare.”
Diarmuid chuckled. “What if I do?”
Abigail was left speechless for quite a while before finally saying viciously, “I’ll break your legs.”
Diarmuid brushed his cheek against hers, chuckling. “Could you bear to hurt me so?”
Abigail went further. “That’s not all. If you really cheat on me, I’ll break your legs, and then use your money to become the sugar mommy for some young ‘uns…”
This time, it was Diarmuid who was left speechless.
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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