“Okay,” Ricky replied. “I still hope you’d convince her to stay, though.”
Abigail was left staring at him for a while at that, wondering what he really meant by that.
Was he into her?
Meanwhile, after Harvey learned that Ricky was Abigail’s brother, he was quite interested in befriending the youth. Walking up to Ricky, Harvey said, “About investigating Whitney Cox… Shall we do it together?”
Ricky was all too willing. “Of course, but it’s not going to be easy to gather evidence against her since the court has closed the case on my mother’s murder. Moreover, she might not have left any evidence at all since she planned to do it from the start. And what if that chihuahua back there somehow manages to drive Abigail out of Melville Hospital?”
“Chihuahua?” Harvey appeared stumped for a moment, before bursting into laughter. “Right, Chad Ross kept yapping like one of those pests. That’s a good one!”
Ricky chuckled. “Yeah.”
“But you’re right. It’s not going to be easy to gather evidence against that woman, though the most pressing matter is to prove that your sister didn’t push her, or she’ll hound Abigail until she is fired from the hospital…” Harvey mused to himself, and then came up with an idea. “Alright, you can leave this to me.”
“You have a plan already?” Ricky asked, and Abigail turned to look at Harvey too.
He nodded confidently. “Yeah.”
“What is it?” Ricky pressed.
Harvey, however, kept him in suspense. “You’ll know when the time comes.”
Ricky pursed his lips. “Tch.”
“Do whatever you want. I’m going back to work,” Abigail said then, since she really did not have the time to play around.
As she strode off, Harvey clapped Ricky on the shoulder.
You should go,” he said, and quickly went chasing after Abigail. “I want to visit my mother, alright?”
“Sure,” Abigail replied, “as long as you don’t stay for too long, and remember that you have to scrub up.”
“Thank you,” Harvey grinned, and moved closer to whisper, “Actually, are you letting me in as a favor since it’s me? Don’t hospitals usually prohibit this?”
“It’s perfectly fine. Visits are permissible as long as the patient is stable,” Abigail said flatly. “Also, why would I do you any favors?”
Harvey was left speechless for a moment. “Come on, Abigail–at least be nice until after I outlive usefulness.”
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“You’re actually useful?” Abigail asked in return.
Left speechless again, Harvey thought to himself that she was as hateable as she was loveable…
Abigail left work at seven, and saw Diarmuid’s car just as she arrived home.
Was he home?
She hurried inside at the thought.
Seeing no one else at home, she was heading to the bedroom when she saw Mrs. Watson.
“Is he home?” She asked.
But before Mrs. Watson could actually say anything, she excitedly opened the bedroom door. “Diarmuid?”
There was no one in the bedroom.
Abigail blinked. Could he be in the study?
Quickly closing the door, she hurried to study and opened the door… Only to find Stan, standing in front of the desk and sorting some documents.
Frowning, she asked, “What are you doing here, Stan? Where’s Diarmuid?”
Mrs. Watson said, “I was going to tell you just then–Mr. Hill came, not Mr. Althoff.”
Abigail’s face fell just then, while Stan appeared to be done and carried a stack of documents out of the study.
Before he left, he offered Abigail some kind advice as she stood by the door, “You should contact Mr. Althoff if you’re not busy, ma’am.”
Ever since Abigail refused to leave the country with Diarmuid the other day, Diarmuid had been scowling, feeling constantly irritable and checking his phone constantly.
He was certainly unable to put aside his pride to call Abigail, and was hoping for her to do it first… But she never did.
Abigail was actually left speechless, because she had not exactly been idling.
But it was not as if she did not miss him.
Following Stan out of the mansion, Abigail called out, “Stan.”
Stopping in his tracks, Stan asked, “What is it?”
Walking up to him, Abigail asked, “Is Diarmuid abroad for work?”
Stan shook his head. “No.”
“Then what for?” Abigail pressed.
Stan hesitated for a moment, but eventually decided against telling her. “It’s something very important to Mr. Althoff. You should have been there with him…”
“But what is it?” she asked urgently.
“It would be more appropriate for Mr. Althoff to tell you himself. Sorry, but I have to go now,” Stan said and got into the car.
Abigail walked up to him. “How long before he comes back?”
“Not so soon,” Stan replied.
“But it’s all over the news now–there will be a verdict against Quincy Moore soon. Isn’t Diarmuid coming back to see that? She murdered his parents, didn’t she?” Abigail was really hoping that Stan would tell her about why Diarmuid went abroad, and what was so important that he could skip Quincy’s execution.
After all, Diarmuid had done so much over the years to punish Quincy! But now that she was getting her just deserts, he was suddenly not interested?
Stan sighed. “Look, I’m actually an outsider in this matter–I told you what I can, and I can’t tell you what I shouldn’t say. Anyway, it’s late, and you should go back in. I have to go now.”
With that, he drove off, but Abigail was still standing there.
She could feel that whatever reason it was that made Diarmuid go abroad, it was incredibly important.
However, she never bothered asking, and refused right away.
She hung her head. Did she make a mistake?
They were married, but she had no idea what he was doing.
Did that not make her a failure of a wife?
“Mah–mah…” Tommy called out to her.
Mrs. Watson had the baby in her arms, and Abigail came to her senses at his call, and turned to take her baby from Mrs. Watson.
“Mah–mah…” Tommy was puckering his tiny pink lips, leaning against Abigail’s shoulder and nestling his little face against her neck.
It tickled, but it was also deadly adorable and heartening.
Abigail felt like the little guy could melt her heart right then.
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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