“You misunderstand, Chad. Don’t listen to Abigail, she’s the reason our child was lost-”
“Shut up!”
Chad’s eyes were red even as he grabbed her wrist so hard he could snap it.
Whitney’s face contorted in pain. “You’re hurting me, Chad…”
Even so, Chad tightened his grip instead of letting go. “I heard everything. You didn’t want the child, and you’re now trying to say otherwise? Have I done anything wrong? Why did you do this to me?! You murdered our child!”
Whitney shook her head. “It really wasn’t me! It was Abigail, I swear to God!”
At this point, all she could do was deny it, repeatedly explain and even pretended to swear just so that Chad would believe her.
However, Chad was not in a mood to listen. The instant he learned that Whitney was the one who killed their child, he was incensed, scarcely able to accept that reality just then.
“You’re coming home with me right now,” he growled as he dragged her to the car.
Whitney was crying a river. “Chad, please believe me. You have to believe me!”
Although Chad used to give in to her demands whenever she started crying before this, he was not doing that this time, and forcefully shoved her into the car!
Meanwhile, Abigail was feeling a headache and rubbed between her brows.
She had to run into Whitney of all people this early in the morning!
It just so happened that Harvey arrived at the hospital with his mother’s breakfast and saw Abigail in the hallway.
He was actually surprised that she showed up at work today.
“You’re actually working? Wasn’t Diarmuid upset with you?” He beamed.
Abigail glared at him. “Why did you send him those photos? Did you lose your mind?”
Harvey was not upset with her reaction–she had reason to be angry, and he could actually understand where she was coming from.
“Do you remember how many times Diarmuid messed with me? It’s just a little payback.” Harvey then glanced at her sideways. “Is he upset with you? Was he furious?”
Since she entered the room, Abigail had shown no interest in their conversation.
After all, everyone had secrets.
Seeing that she was not prying and that she was quite composed, Mick said, “Alright, I’ll bring her in tomorrow.”
“And I’ll have everything prepared and waiting,” Stephen replied. “She’ll be the first one to be examined tomorrow–I know you’re concerned, but I’ll do my best to keep her away from the public.”
“I’m counting on you then,” Mick said, rising to his feet.
Stephen escorted him out, and soon returned.
Since Abigail stili did not ask anything, Stephen nodded in approval. “You’re not curious at all?”
“I actually am,” Abigail admitted. “But I shouldn’t pry, especially when patient confidentiality is concerned.” Stephen smiled, and pulled out a patient’s file.
It was the patient from last time, whose photo bore a striking resemblance with Diarmuid’s mother. Abigail’s eyes widened when she saw it–this was the person Stephen and Mick were referring to? She then noticed that there were no medical conditions listed on the file.
“What’s her condition?” Abigail asked.
“She’s not sick,” Stephen replied.
“What?” Abigail’s curiosity was piqued once again–why would the woman need a consultation if she was fine?
And there was a file of her as well, even though it was likely that this was the only copy, and Stephen was keeping it to himself without making any digital copies in the hospital databases.
Stephen said. “It’s personal. I can’t tell you unless it’s necessary, but I hope you won’t pry.”
Abigail nodded. “Understood.”
“Check with the admin. Find out who is handling CT scans tomorrow–and you’ll join me for surgery in the afternoon.”
“Okay,” Abigail replied, and kept her hands in her lab coat as she headed to the CT scan room.
There, she spotted Henry and Moneypenny having a conversation as they headed to the patients‘ wards.
They must be visiting Greg, and when Abigail overheard them mentioning Diarmuid, she hid herself to eavesdrop.
“Master Diarmuid returned from Minerva yesterday, sir…but do you really think Yvaine Lynd is alive?”
Even as he said it, Moneypenny clearly sounded skeptical. “There’s no one surviving in her family… Maybe it’s just a doppelganger?”
“Honestly, who knows? By all accounts, she should not have survived, and that woman might just be at doppelganger as you’ve put it, and not Yvaine.”
Henry had no clue either, but he did not care if his own daughter–in–law was alive, since he was basically rejoicing. “Thank goodness we managed to protect lan. Even if Light Group is basically bankrupt, we still stand a chance now.”
“That’s true.” Moneypenny sounded emotional. “If Master Diarmuid had refused the deal, it would be game over and Master lan would be crushed by debt.”
“Oh, I also made sure that Quincy Moore’s marriage to Master Greg was annulled before her execution. She’s no longer a member of our family now, so the Moores collected her body.”
Henry listened but stayed silent–now, they had pruned what had to be done away with, and saved what they needed.
Either way, their dynasty was going to suffer a decline.
Even so, Henry pinned all his hopes on lan. “I can only hope that the child can make me proud.”
Diarmuid certainly had before, but he would never serve the Althoffs now that things had gone far beyond the point of no return.
“Can Master Greg be discharged now?” Moneypenny then asked.
“I think so.” Henry said.
The thought that one of his sons being dead and the other crippled left Henry blaming himself considerably. “It’s all my fault.”
His decisions only made things worse.
“No, sir,” Moneypenny assured him even as they walked off into the distance.
Abigail emerged from hiding just then.
They had mentioned Yvaine Lynd… were they referring to Diarmuid’s mother?
Judging from the photo she stumbled upon on Diarmuid’s desk, as well as the patient’s file she saw, Abigail realized that the two seemingly unrelated events were actually inextricably connected.
She might be meeting the woman in question tomorrow, too…
In the past, she would not have eavesdropped about others.
However, this concerned Diarmuid, so she wanted to find out if the patient was Diarmuid’s mother.
And who was Mick Gooding? Why would he be so attached to her?
Also, his reluctance to let others find out about the patient meant that there was something fishy involved.
Making up her mind, she headed to Admin to finish her errand, and returned to Stephen’s office.
Stephen was not around, and she stood by his desk, hesitating for a moment before picking up the patient’s file
Opening the folder, she was stunned when she saw the note that Stephen had performed a craniotomy on the woman named Layla Gooding.
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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