“Why was Harvey with you?”
That was what Diarmuid cared most about, so Abigail continued, “Lulu wanted to get drunk, but I couldn’t think of any places. Harvey suggested that nightclub, and we used his private box…”
Her voice trailed off at the last part.
“And?”
“And I kept Harvey outside, while Lulu and I drank inside. Check the cameras if you don’t believe me.”
She might have drunk too much yesterday, but she still remembered everything before she got drunk.
Bzzt-
Diarmuid’s phone suddenly vibrated on the table, and he picked it up to see that it was another photo from Harvey.
It was from one of the nightclub’s cameras, and it showed Harvey having his hands around Abigail.
At the time, she was heading to the washroom but tripped, and Harvey caught her in time.
However, in the absence of context, it was a photo of them being very close. Moreover, from that angle, it looked more like he was just hugging than keeping her on her feet.
As Diarmuid scowled visibly, Abigail kept quiet and craned her head for a look… time seemed to freeze right then, just as she scowled too.
“I just tripped over a table, and he caught me in time,” she quickly explained, while cursing Harvey in her mind.
Why would he send that to Diarmuid? Was he crazy? Had he not messed with her enough?
“I was drunk…”
As she kept trying to explain, however, Diarmuid suddenly got out of bed.
“Diarmuid…”
“I’ll get to the bottom of this.”
With that, he took off his sleeping gown right in front of Abigail, revealing his chiseled, muscular chest. His figure was like a sculpture by a master craftsman–flawless and impeccable.
He kept her back to Abigail as he changed in silence.
She would actually have felt more secure if he had flipped out at her or argued.
His silence simply showed that he was really upset and concerned about the matter.
Abigail pursed her lips—she did not mean to do it, not to mention that she had no idea he had already returned to the country.
“You never called when you went abroad. Did you know how much it hurts?” she snapped as she stared at
Chaos in him from the back.
*And did you call me?” Diarmuid asked in return.
Was he not hurting too?
Abigail was silenced right then–he had a point.
“I was busy… And I just discovered something important-”
“I know you are. You don’t have to keep telling me–it’s annoying.”
With that, Diarmuid strode out of the room, even as he remembered what she told him: she could set him aside for the sake of her career, and that she believed that he only cared about money and power.
What did she take him for? Why did she keep emphasizing that she was very busy as if it only applied to her? Did he look like he had been goofing off?
Abigail was left at a loss for words, and stood where she was for a while and wondered what he meant.
Nonetheless, she quickly got changed and left for work without breakfast.
She had done nothing wrong, and she could not do a thing if he still doubted her.
Explaining would also be futile, and he can investigate as much as he liked.
Naturally, Abigail was feeling grumpy as she left, and it showed on her face.
When she arrived at the hospital, she inadvertently knocked into someone.
“Sorry,” she said in apology without even looking up.
“Wait,” the other person told her, and she finally looked up.
Abigail’s face fell when she saw who it was.
Whitney was glaring at her viciously. “Abigail Bernstein–I don’t know how your chief managed to persuade Chad’s father to not pursue the matter, but I won’t let this slide.”
Abigail backed two paces away to keep her distance.
“You know very well how you lost your child. Keep obsessing and you’ll only hurt yourself further.”
“You’re the one who hurt me. Do I have to suffer like this now if not for you?!”
Whitney’s eyes were scarlet–she believed that Abigail was the cause of all her suffering, and she definitely would have stayed at Diarmuid’s side if not for Abigail.
Abigail was the reason Diarmuid hated Whitney now!
On the other hand, Abigail did not want to keep talking with Whitney because she clearly was less than sane now.
“Greed, wrath, and ignorance. You ticked all the boxes of evils,” Abigail coolly retorted. “Keep being stubborn, and you’ll lose Chad too–remember, you’re the one who denied him a child.”
However, Abigail had also deliberately said that out loud because she spotted Chad himself approaching them nearby.
Whitney, who had her back toward him, did not know that he was there–she had her eyes fixed on Abigail, her gaze one of fury.
“So what if I aborted the child? Chad is completely convinced that you pushed me down the stairs and caused my miscarriage. You’re the one he hates, and he’ll definitely want payback. Don’t think you’ll ever get away from this!” Whitney growled.
Abigail smiled. “Oh, I can’t do anything to you… But I’m confused–how could you bear to abort your own child? It’s your flesh and blood-”
“So what? I never wanted a baby, and aborting it while framing you just so that you’d suffer? Worth it.”
Whitney clearly showed no remorse, while Abigail shook her head–Whitney really was as crazy as she was beyond saving.
Anyone who would want to be with her must be so out of luck!
“You don’t want the baby, but Chad does. Have you not considered his feelings at all? Or the fact that he’d be hurt? You’re even married now…”
“No, you’re the only one he hates. Even now, he’s convinced that you’re the reason for my miscarriage=”
“Whitney Cox!” Chad bellowed right then.
Whitney froze at his voice, and quickly came to a realization.
“You baited me into confessing…?”
Abigail was not bothered to respond at that point, and strode past Whitney into the hospital.
Whitney did not stop Abigail, because she knew that her priority was to keep Chad at her side.
Every crime she committed was only possible because of him!
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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