Chapter 191 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Although Greg survived, his heart had stopped for a while, and oxygen deprivation caused permanent nerve damage, leaving him crippled from the waist down.

“Where is that bitch now?” he growled the instant he woke up, unable to accept that he was now paraplegic.

Henry seemed to have aged a decade, his hair now completely white and his gaze unfocused. “The cops took her Diarmuid has her exactly where he wants.”

Greg was not having any of that, and started ranting endlessly about Quincy.

Not bothered to listen, Henry pushed himself up with his cane and slowly left.

It felt like his body started to fall apart overnight, and he was now hanging by a thread.

Abigail just happened to be doing rounds with Stephen, and was stepping out of a ward when she spotted Henry.

She did not greet him, instead following Stephen as they continued visiting other patients.

However, Henry saw her!

“Abigail Bernstein!”

Abigail pretended not to hear Henry calling her name, but Stephen turned around and gave her a look, asking, “Is someone calling you?”

“Is that so?” She turned reluctantly toward Henry, who seemed to have aged a century in a day and appeared far from spirited.

“Go on. You have ten minutes–we’re scrubbing up later,” Stephen told her.

Abigail had no choice but to nod then. “I’ll be right back.”

She walked toward Henry, but did not even greet him.

He spoke before she could. “Take me to Diarmuid,”

He was very direct.

Abigail frowned. If he wanted to see Diarmuid, why was he asking her to take him?

“As you can see, I’m working right now,” Abigail said evenly.

Henry’s fingers clenched over his cane, even as he hid his anger behind his turbid gaze–because he had to. “Do you think I’d ask you if I could see him whenever I wanted?”

Abigail understood right then.

Diarmuid was refusing to see Henry, and in that case, why would she lead him to Diarmuid?

“I don’t know where he is,” she said.

Henry narrowed his eyes and grabbed her wrist, but he was too weak to make himself look intimidating. Abigail easily freed herself and flatly said, “I’m now Diarmuid’s wife, so I’m sure that if you touch me again and upset him, things won’t end well for you.”

With that, she turned and left, leaving Henry standing there but unable to do anything to her.

He wanted to see Diarmuid so that he could ask for leniency toward lan and naturally did not dare to offend her, not to mention that he had no leverage against Diarmuid.

Suddenly, he wobbled and started to lose his footing, but Moneypenny reached him just in time, catching him so that he did not fall.

“Are you alright, sir?” Moneypenny asked in concern as he settled Henry on a bench.

“Have you found where he’s staying?” Henry simply growled.

“We’ve searched every house he owned but came up with nothing,” Monepenny answered. “He’s hiding somewhere we don’t know.”

“How big is Cloud City? Do you think he vanished into thin air?!” Henry snapped in annoyance.

Moneypenny thought about it. “We could set a bait and wait for him to show up.

Henry did not get it. “Is there anything that could make him?”

“Quincy Moore,” Moneypenny replied. “She was the one who murdered Master Diarmuid’s parents and nearly killed him too. There’s only bitterness between them, and with her trial being soon, he would definitely want to see her before that.”

Henry thought about it. “Guess that’s our only option.”

With that, Moneypenny helped him to his car, and once inside, Monepenny said, “About Kathy York’s death

I’m sure Master Diarmuid used her to seduce Master Greg and drive a wedge between Quincy and Master Greg. But that’s different from the Master Diarmuid I know, because he’d never use Kathy like a tool and then allow Quincy to murder her.”

Henry snorted. “It’s nothing complicated. He must have found out that Kathy wasn’t the girl who saved him, and he must be fuming after realizing that he had been tricked. There’s nothing to stop him from that point on, and he must have used Quincy as well to remove Kathy. He’s only too happy since the murder charge on Quincy will definitely stick.”

Moneypenny sighed. “We’ve made a mistake back then. We should never have turned against Master Diarmuid…”

Henry turned toward Moneypenny right then!

As Monepenny turned silent, Henry growled. “Don’t you think it’s a little too late to say that now?”

Breathing a long sigh then, Henry continued, “I’ve underestimated him–I was convinced that he would be kind like his father. Andrew never took offense no matter how Greg messed with him, always holding their brotherhood above all else…”

Moneypenny, however, was aware that Diarmuid was not as kind as his father was because they grew up differently. Diarmuid lost his parents as a child and was almost killed by Quincy as well, and definitely would not have survived until now if he kept behaving like a saint.

Even as their conversation continued, they arrived at the city’s chief precinct, and they asked to see Quincy

However, Stan and Diarmuid were already in the visiting room.

Once he was notified, Stan whispered into Diarmuid’s ear, “Your grandfather is here.”

“Yeah,” Diarmuid replied, not actually surprised. He knew that Henry was looking for him, and it was only natural that he would come here.

Stan then added, “He’s not allowed in, though.”

It was the rule that each prisoner was only allowed two visitors on each occasion–especially for Quincy, a criminal who committed a major crime and caused considerable disturbance to social order.

Her hands were also cuffed to the table and her legs to the floor, keeping her in her chair. However, although she knew that she was not getting out of this, she remained prideful.

“I may have fallen into your trap, and my fate rests in your hands now, but don’t even think about humiliating me.”

After all, not even Diarmuid could do anything to her in this room.

Diarmuid put a photo in front of her just then.

“Do you know this person?”

Quincy looked at the photo, and she certainly recognized the photo.

It was the chauffeur who worked for Diarmuid’s parents–the same one she had bribed into sabotaging their car.

“Hahaha… Did you think you’ve won?”

Quincy suddenly laughed maniacally and looked up at Diarmuid–she knew how to hurt him, and would not shy away from it. “No, you haven’t… and you’ve lost from the very start. Everyone else has parents sheltering them as they grow up, but you? Even now, I remember your mom’s face, because it was so bloated it was like she ballooned, but somehow your dad ended up worse! An entire foot missing? They were saying that it was either washed down the river or the fish ate it. It was never recovered even when they buried him! Hahaha…”

Diarmuid’s knuckles cracked as he clenched his fist.

Stan became worried that Diarmuid would lose his mind and murder Quincy right there and then even though she was already convicted of a felony and was about to face justice. “Sir, don’t fall for her bait. She’s just trying to provoke you.”

Diarmuid clenched and released his knuckles repeatedly, and eventually calmed down to look at her in return.

“I won’t kill you,” he growled. “But you’ll wish you were dead.”

Quincy stared at him warily. “This is a precinct…”

Diarmuid simply smiled darkly, his bloodlust made him appear like a demon out for blood.

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