Chapter 219 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Right now, Mick was seeing red and was capable of anything.

“Don’t even think about it,” Mick simply moved up, blocking the way to the door and shutting it.

On the other hand, Abigail had a general idea now after hearing so much.

Stephen and Mick were good friends, and Stephen had agreed to surgically implant something that affected Layla’s memories in her brain.

While Layla was under the impression that she had undergone a surgery, the truth was that she had two–and it would be the third if they were to operate on her again now.

And right now, whatever it was in Layla’s brain must be extracted, or it would kill her.

Mick’s intent to silence Abigail was a clear sign of his guilt–that Layla was in fact Yvaine Lynd. He must have renamed her after himself, but was sentimental enough about her old name to use another name that meant ‘night‘..

Abigail understood most of it, but not about how Mick made the switch without the Althoffs noticing!

Keeping herself calm, she stood off against Mick and retorted, “Even if I didn’t say it, did you think you could hide your secret forever? You have two choices right now- the first is not to do anything about that thing in Layla’s mind, and keep her amnesiac even if it risks her life. The other is to extract it, though that means she would regain. her memories and you won’t be able to lie your way out once she remembers. But I wonder–would she hate you more if she finds out that you killed her daughter–in- law? Unless you choose to do nothing, of course.”

Mick stumbled right then–he was certainly afraid to see his beloved hate himself.

Seeing that Mick was relenting, Stephen gave Abigail a look to leave, while he walked up to stop Mick. “It was going to come apart eventually. Don’t keep making this mistake.”

“You think this is a mistake?” Mick was shocked that Stephen actually thought so.

“Yes. It’s not a mistake to love, but you denied a boy’s right to his mother’s love. That’s your mistake,” Abigail voiced her thoughts right then–Mick was the reason Diarmuid had to live as an orphan for the most of his life.

“What would you know?!” Mick screamed right then. “The Althoffs would have eaten her up and spit her out! Her life would’ve been worse had I not taken her with me! She would be dead if not for me!”

Abigail actually could not argue against that, since Diarmuid’s father had definitely been murdered–if anything, Mick might be he reason Yvaine Lynd was still alive.

“Swear not to tell Diarmuid Althoff, and I’ll spare you,” Mick said then.

Although it was a concession on his part, there was no way Abigail could do it.

“He’s my husband. I can’t.”

Mick chuckled. “Then I have no reason to let you leave this room with your memory intact.”

Abigail frowned.

However, even Stephen was glaring at her now–from his point of view, she could have walked away safely.

But now, it was out of his control–Mick knew what he wanted. Even though he had a lapse in judgment before, he was coherent now.

Mick turned toward Stephen then. “You helped me once, and you can help me again. I’m not telling you to help with murder–just make her forget everything that happened today.”

Stephen, however, did not agree to it. “Layla’s condition makes it clear that it can kill the patient. The same potentially applies to Abigail too.”

“I don’t care. I won’t let her leave this room while remembering this!” Mick growled quietly.

Stephen turned toward Abigail then, hoping that she would play along for now. “Just say yes.”

Abigail pursed her lips but shook her head, leaving him seething. “How could you be so stubborn?”

“This isn’t me being stubborn–it’s about my position. Can I really keep it a secret forever even if I promised not to tell? How could I hide something like this from my own husband?”

“Well, don’t blame me for being nasty now…”

As he spoke, he shoved Stephen away and began storming toward Abigail when the door suddenly opened.

“Mick…?”

Layla had returned with his drink, and Mick turned to find that there was someone else with her!

Abigail saw him too, and knew right then that she was saved.

“Diarmuid!”

Mick started to panic right then–why was Diarmuid showing up here, and with Layla at that?

Seizing the moment as Mick let his guard down, Abigail rushed to Diarmuid’s side and told him quietly, “That woman is Yvaine Lynd.”

She knew that she just had to say her name, and Diarmuid would understand.

Diarmuid lowered his gaze at her, surprised that she would say something like that.

She knew that he was investigating Layla?

However, now was not the time for the questions–he was here because James Cross had tracked Layla to this hospital. After running into her on the walkway, they followed her here.

On the other hand, Mick was paranoid that Diarmuid had come to take Layla away, and kept her behind his back while glaring at Diarmuid warily. “What do you want?”

Abigail was just about to speak when Diarmuid raised a hand to stop her, while gesturing for James to pass the DNA test results from before to Mick.

“What’s this?” Mick was clearly reluctant to take it, let alone look.

James shoved it at him again, “You’ll understand when you read it. Even if you stayed abroad, the Gooding family of Sunny City is still more or less a dynasty–it’s not that hard to track you down.”

“What…”

They found him already? How did they do it so quickly?!

What on earth was going on here?!

Mick then turned toward Abigail. “You told him?!”

“You were keeping me here,” Abigail countered. “And I wouldn’t even have the time.”

She knew that in truth, Diarmuid had already been investigating Layla.

James appeared to hold contempt for Mick’s behavior. Pointing at the DNA test results, he said, “You’d better read that.”

Mick had a foreboding feeling just then, and read it, stumbling backward when he saw that it was a DNA test.

Layla quickly rushed to his side, holding him up. “What’s wrong, Mick?”

Mick’s face was pale even as he stiffened and kept reading, and he saw that the test confirmed Layla and Diarmuid were mother and child.

His fingers loosened, and the papers drifted down the floor.

When Layla reached for it, Mick quickly picked them up and tore everything into pieces. “Lies. All lies.”

“Mick?” Layla watched him uneasily, convinced that he was being overly dramatic. What happened?”

Mick squeezed her hand. “It’s fine–it’s nothing. Let’s go home.”

As he put a hand around Layla’s back, however, she could feel his body shaking.

Even so, she softly assured him, “It’s alright. I’ll stay by your side whatever happens.”

Those words left Abigail turning toward Diarmuid–even though he remained mostly impassive, she could see his cheek stiffening for a split second.

At the same time, Layla and Mick reached the doorway. “Excuse me, but you’re in the way.”

Diarmuid stood there motionlessly, however, and merely kept his eyes on her calmly.

James felt indignant for Diarmuid, and walked up, saying, “Ma’am, you’re actually-”

“James,” Diarmuid suddenly said, cutting him short. “Let them go.”

Abigail understood his reasoning–keeping Layla was pointless if she did not even remember him.

But he must be torn inside.

His mother was right there, but she did not recognize him.

There was no way he was unaffected–he was just hiding everything inside.

Unbeknownst to any of them, Layla turned around to look at Diarmuid after heading into the distance.

An unusual look in her eyes appeared for a moment, but she soon turned away, and it was as if nothing ever happened.

Meanwhile, Abigail walked over to Diarmuid and held his hand while turning to Stephen.” May I take the day off, Dr. Carr?”

Given the mess just now, Stephen certainly knows that Abigail would not be in the mood to work.

“Yeah,” he said with a side.

Abigail tugged at Diarmuid’s hand. “Let’s go.”

With that, they left the hospital, with James driving.

It was eerily silent in the car–Diarmuid never spoke, so no one did.

Nonetheless, Abigail eventually broke the silence.

“Your mother doesn’t remember you due to something surgically implanted in her brain. I don’t know what it is, but I have a hunch that it hampers her memories.”

Diarmuid turned toward Abigail right then!

“How did you know?”

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