Chapter 221 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

As such, he told her simply and solemnly, “I want more children, especially a daughter.”

“I know,” Abigail replied, and was reminded of something else just then. “By the way, did you know that Whitney Cox is alive?”

“What?”

“Yeah, she wasn’t dead. She had plastic surgery, changed her name, and married Chad Ross.”

Diarmuid actually did not know, and narrowed his eyes.

Whitney had actually survived?

So that was why he found Chad’s bride resembling her… so it was her, but after undertaking a plastic surgery.

The thought that she had hurt Abigail and made her lose one child left his spite burning.

However, Abigail was not about to let Whitney get into Diarmuid’s head since Layla Gooding took priority.” Whitney’s probably not doing well at the moment, though-she aborted Chad’s kid, and he’s not going to let it go. Layla’s situation is more pressing, and I’m thinking we should arrange for a neurologist to check what that thing in her head is.”

“I’ll arrange for one,” Diarmuid said.

As Abigail nodded, however, he realized that Abigail was deliberately changing the subject. He tapped her on the tip of her nose. “Smart.”

Abigail bit her lip to play cute. “That’s because I’ve always been around you.”

Diarmuid chuckled in amusement. “Are you saying that you’re getting smarter because of me?”

“Of course,” Abigail replied, smiling too.

Diarmuid had a twinkle in his eye, and suddenly laughed.

Weirded out, Abigail asked, “What’s so funny?”

“Come closer, and I’ll tell you.”

Abigail hesitated for a moment, but walked up to Diarmuid anyway, only for him to reach out and pull her toward himself, firmly holding her in his arms.

Abigail’s hands pushed against his chest to keep them apart. Blushing, she whispered, “W-What are you doing?”

“Just telling you why I was laughing.”

He then leaned down to breathe flirtily into her ear, “My wit passed into you when we did it, don’t you think?”

Abigail flushed.

How shameless could he be?!

”

She shot him a glare in embarrassment. “You’re so… vulgar!”

Diarmuid chuckled. “Vulgar? Who cares, when I’m with you? We certainly wouldn’t have had Tommy if we cared.”

Abigail was left speechless-where did his usual noble loftiness go? He was just a common scoundrel now! Worried that he would keep going, she said, “Anyway, we should get an expert soon.”

“Yeah. I’ll go make a call.”

Diarmuid just wanted a moment of respite with her to ease his mind anyway, since flirting with Abigail relaxed him.

However, there was no running away from reality.

Abigail took the moment to check on Tommy, who, despite his lethargy, kept calling out, “Mah-mah, mah- mah…”

She picked him up and gave him a peck on the cheek, while the baby leaned against her limply, too tired. after his fever to flail around like he usually did.

“Stick to milk for now,” Abigail told Mrs. Watson just then-a fever would hamper appetite, so they should stick to milk and water for the time being.

“Yes, the doctor said as much,” Mrs. Watson replied.

Diarmuid then arrived after finishing his phone call. “We can go now.”

As such, Abigail had to leave Tommy with Mrs. Watson, but she said, “Don’t worry-just do what you have to. I’ll take good care of Tommy.”

Abigail nodded, then left with Diarmuid.

They headed to Central Hospital to meet the expert Zachary introduced, and the man himself was already waiting at the entrance when they arrived.

However, seeing Zachary reminded Abigail that he was going to get married soon, and she felt just a little uncomfortable.

She was not going to meddle, but as a friend and fellow woman, she was still on Lulu’s side. From their perspective, Zachary marrying so soon after breaking up with Lulu seemed heartless.

On the other hand, Zachary appeared quite calm and asked, “Have you received the invitation?”

“Yeah,” Abigail replied flatly.

Zachary stayed silent for a while, before saying, “See you there.”

“Yeah,” Abigail said, putting an arm around Diarmuid’s just then.

Knowing that Abigail and Lulu were quite close, Zachary could understand why Abigail was a little unfriendly and did not blame her for it. “Let’s go-my colleague is waiting.”

As they entered the hospital, Abigail actually felt a little emotional that they were here again.

She had dreamed of working here, and despite the chance she was given before, she had to leave because of various matters-she could only hope that she still had a chance.

Soon, Zachary led them to the office of the Head of Neurology.

Before this, Abigail had asked the doctor who performed the CT scan on Layla at Evenal Hospital to send the imaging of Layla’s skull over, since the doctor would not have done so otherwise.

Once they received the imaging. Dr. Trent-the Head of Neurology-began to study the dark spot in Layla’s brian.

“Could you tell what it is? It hampered the patient’s memory,” Abigail said.

“It’s almost certainly going to hamper her memory since it’s positioned at the hippocampus,” Dr. Trent replied. “My observation is that it’s an inhibitor chip, but anything of the like is said to still be in development, be it domestic or foreign, Not many patients would have it implanted too… May I meet this patient?”

Such a case was rare, and Dr. Trent was certainly eager to take Layla’s case for his research and studies.

“Would a surgery at this stage be risky?” Abigail asked instead-she was not well-versed in neurology, and therefore needed to learn the risks involved in a surgery.

“Well, judging from the imaging, it is dropping further down her temporal lobe. That would cause headaches and probably kill her soon if she doesn’t undergo any surgery anyway.”

That was a specialist for you-getting to the point straightaway.

“What are the chances of success for a surgery?” Abigail asked, since Stephen Carr was not a specialist.. There was every chance he could have mispositioned the inhibitor chip, and he had already performed at follow-up surgery on Layla.

A specialist would have placed the chip squarely in the right spot with no chance of it being dislocated later. However, Mick Gooding was so worried that others would find out that he picked Stephen because the latter was a friend, even though he was making a cardiologist perform neurosurgery.

“That would have to wait until I see the patient,” Dr. Trent replied, clearly not taking any chances by saying. anything definitive.

“Thank you,” Abigail said, and left the hospital.

It was only after they left Dr. Trent’s office when Zacahary finally asked, “Who’s the patient? Is she someone special?”

Zachary had been busy for a while-he was bogged down by everything from family issues and relationship troubles to workplace problems.

He had not met Diarmuid for a while, and so did not know about Layla.

Abigail glanced at Diarmuid, and knowing that he would not offer information on his personal affairs, she spoke in his stead. “She’s Diarmuid’s mother.”

“What?!” Zachary exclaimed.

He stopped short of mouthing an expletive, but that was just how shocking it was-anyone would be when they find out that someone who was supposed to have died over a decade ago had survived. Abigail said, “That’s just it. We still don’t know how she survived, and what happened after.”

It took Zachary a while to digest the information-it was simply unbelievable!

Still, he suddenly asked, “Is this why you’ve spared lan Althoff and Light Group?”

Even though he was not paying attention to Diarmuid’s affairs lately, he was perfectly aware that Diarmuid was the one who sabotaged Light Group.

After all, he was involved in business now as well, and while it was a hunch before, he was now positive- lan had fallen squarely into Diarmuid’s trap, and Diarmuid would have crushed him along with Light Group if he kept going.

However, he suddenly spared them, and Zachary could not understand that all.

So, was this the reason?

On the other hand, Diarmuid gave Zachary a brief glance before taking Abigail’s hand and leaving.

Once outside the entrance, however, he released her and said, “Go home. I have something to do.”

Abigail had a hunch. “You’re going to see Mick Gooding.”

After all, Layla’s condition could not wait, and though Diarmuid was silent, he was basically admitting to it.

Straightening his collar which was actually quite tidy already, she said, “I’ll always be on your side. You have my support.”

Diarmuid gave her hand a squeeze then and she smiled. “Go. I don’t have to work, so I’ll make dinner tonight.” “Yeah,” Diarmuid said softly, and she watched as he left.

She only stopped a taxi after his car disappeared into the distance, when her phone suddenly rang. When she answered it, Stephen quickly told her, “I need you at the hospital, stat.”

“Did something happen?”

“Yes. You have to come right now.”

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