That question had been nagging Diarmuid for a while.
Abigail explained, “I saw Layla Gooding’s photo on your desk, and she looked just like Stephen Carr’s photo of a special patient. Luckily, I have Stephen’s trust, and I managed to make contact with her. My guess was that you’re investigating her, so I wanted to help you and find out what’s her deal.”
Diarmuid’s gaze softened right then.
She had insisted on coming to the hospital to investigate Layla-she was helping him in secret without. him knowing.
Reaching out to take her dainty hand in his, he gave it a squeeze and said, “Thank you.”
He had actually misunderstood that she was so obsessed with work she could ignore Tommy’s illness- but it was not entirely the case.
Abigail smiled. “We’re married-you don’t have to thank me. Also, there’s not much to worry about, since your mother’s memories would return once that thing in her brain is taken out. She’ll definitely remember you… also, I was going to tell you tonight after I got to the bottom of this tonight. I didn’t expect to come instead.”
James suddenly turned and asked, “So, Mick Gooding was the one who put that thing in Yvaine’s brain?”
Abigail nodded. “He and Stephen are good friends, and Stephen was the one who operated on her. The reason Mick returned to the country with Diarmuid’s mother is because she was getting frequent headaches, and not even medication can help now. It might even kill her at any moment…”
“Kill her?!” James stiffened and turned toward Diarmuid. “Sir…”
Diarmuid was not reacting much, but he was squeezing Abigail’s hand, and she could sense his anxiety. Before she could speak, James said, “Sir, isn’t it likely that Mick Gooding would stop your mother from getting a surgery, just to stop her from remembering?”
“No,” Abigail said. “He’s genuinely in love with her, and wouldn’t risk her life just to stop her from remembering. From what I can tell, he’s probably agreed to it already.”
James thought about it for a while. “Does that mean everything would come to light once she regains her memories after the surgery?”
Abigail nodded. “Yes.”
“And Layla Gooding is the pseudonym Mick Gooding gave Yvaine Lynd?” James added.
“Probably,” Abigail replied, but that was just a hunch given current circumstances.
Over at Sunny City, Lulu Adams received a call from Ricky Bernstein, asking for her address.
She was still muddle-headed, so she told him without thinking too much into it and fell asleep.
After a while, her doorbell rang, and she answered the door in her pajamas… to find Ricky, standing there. with what appeared to be breakfast.
She thought she was seeing things, and rubbed her eyes to find that he was really there.
She did it again for good measure, even pinching herself.
It hurt, so it was probably not a dream?
“Ricky, what…”
Ricky grinned. “You told me to come, so I took the last train here.”
Lulu was left speechless for a while. “I was just kidding.”
Ricky shrugged. “Wasn’t a joke to me.”
Seeing that he must have rushed here immediately, Lulu stood aside. “Just come in for now.”
“I bought breakfast,” Ricky said. “Let’s eat.”
Lulu stared at him although she sat down at the table with him, and said, “You can have it. I haven’t even washed my face.”
Ricky simply smiled. “Then I’ll wait. I bought it because I wanted to share it with you.”
Lulu was once again left speechless.
She meant it as a joke, but Ricky was way too serious!
Leaving for a while to wash up and get changed, she returned to sit at the dining table, telling Ricky seriously, “Don’t do this ever again. You gave me a real scare.”
“What, because I’m ugly?” Ricky asked.
Lulu shook her head. “No, because you’re dumb enough to take a joke way too seriously.”
Ricky thought nothing of it. “This is worth it.”
Lulu gave him a look. Feeling that he was getting too flirty, she decided to chase him off. “Go home after you’re finished eating.”
Ricky blinked, and put up a miserable look. “I didn’t sleep at all. You’re not even letting me sleep?”
Lulu frowned. What was with that phrasing? How was she not letting him sleep?
“Get a room in some hotel. I don’t have a room to spare.”
Her house only had one bedroom, after all.
Ricky agreed to it easily nonetheless. “Fine, I’ll check in at a hotel, now let’s eat-the food is getting cold.”
Lulu actually felt a little sorry that she was making Ricky sleep at a hotel after he traveled all the way here.
Even so, she did not relent.
Back in Cloud City, Abigail and Diarmuid had just returned home when Mrs. Watson greeted them and said, ” Someone just sent a wedding invitation.”
“From whom?” Abigail asked before Diarmuid could.
Mrs. Watson said, “I don’t know-it’s from a courier, and I didn’t open it.”
On the other hand, out of curiosity, Abigail picked up the invitation and opened it….
Only to find Zachary Slate’s name on it.
Her eyes widened. “Zachary is getting married already?”
She then checked the bride’s name and saw that it was ‘Ember Lindt’.
Was that the woman who got into bed with Zachary?
Abigail’s face fell at the very thought. How many days had it been since Zachary broke up with Lulu? And he was getting married already?
How terrible would Lulu feel if she were to find out?
She heaved a sigh.
Diarmuid walked up to her then and read the invitation but did not comment.
He and Zachary were close, but he would not ask about Zachary’s private affairs, and would rather Abigail. did not either.
“He’s an adult. He knows what he’s doing-you don’t have to worry about him.”
Despite understanding that, Abigail said, “Yes, it’s Zachary’s marriage and his choice. No one can interfere… but I just feel bad for Lulu.”
“As long as you understand that,” Diarmuid said.
“Still, Zachary moves quickly,” Abigail continued. “He’s been with Lulu for so long, but there was no sign that they might get married… With Ember, on the other hand-”
Before she could finish, Diarmuid suddenly took her by the wrist and dragged her toward their bedroom.
“What are you doing?” she asked, but he kept quiet.
It was only when they were inside that he closed the door and wrapped an arm around her waist. Pushing her up against the door, he then kissed her with deadly precision, leaving her dumbfounded.
In broad daylight?!
She struggled a little, “Diarmuid, what are you doing…?”
“Let’s have another baby.”
In reality, Diarmuid’s feelings were all over the place, as if he was empty inside.
But with Abigail, he truly felt alive, and that he was flesh and blood.
On the other hand, Abigail felt parched-Diarmuid had always been able to arouse her easily.
However, she was still rational enough.
“Tommy is still a baby. Let’s wait until he’s older…”
Diarmuid stopped right then, and lowered his gaze to meet hers. “Is that why you’ve been using. contraception?”
Abigail gasped in surprise. “What..?”
Diarmuid picked up her fake bottle of vitamin pills and waved it at her.
“Look, I mean no harm…” she quickly said.
“And?”
Diarmuid was actually willing to listen, but Abigail was suddenly afraid to tell him-he would certainly get upset. if she told him that she wanted to keep working.
As such, she wrapped her arms around Diarmuid’s waist and looked up into his eyes. “It’s not like I don’t want more children. I just want to wait until he’s older…”
“Really?”
Diarmuid, however, had long since seen through her-it was about her work.
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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