Chapter 240 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Abigail held his gaze, and repeated, “You have me already. Let them go.”

“No. I. Won’t.” He breathed–it was his leverage against her and Diarmuid. He would die before he spared them.

Furious, Abigail lunged at him again, ready to go down with him!

This time, however, lan easily caught her wrist. “Now, now. You shouldn’t glare at me like that, or blame me at all. Blame myself for being the idiot who fell for Diarmuid Althoff, and got caught in my line of fire.” The car stopped beside a riverside dock. Weeds had grown all over the path leading to it, cutting off all access.

lan whipped out his phone, saying, “Diarmuid should have returned to town by now, don’t you think?” He dialed Diarmuid’s number, and it was answered soon enough!

Diarmuid had taken a private jet on the trip back to Cloud City instead of an airliner, and his plane had just landed when he received lan’s call.

“I have your wife, your son, and your mother–in–law. Give me Remy if you want to save them.”

lan had actually found out about Remy, and was stunned when he found out–to think that Diarmuid had already laid out his exit plan years ago.

Though he must concede that Diarmuid had vision and the will to act, most of Remy’s assets were Light Group’s, and he would take them all back!

Naturally, he had been lying to Abigail when he told her that he did not care–his mother’s one wish was that he lived level, arid to stand atop of Light Group. That was why he would take back what was rightfully his so that his mother’s soul could find solace!

Diarmuid’s response, however, was ice cold.

“I can have any woman I want, and they’d be falling over themselves to bear me children… As for a mother -in-law, do you think I care?”

lan was actually stunned by his indifference.

He knew that Diarmuid could be ruthless, but not this ruthless!

Still, he turned on his phone’s speaker so that Abigail could hear, and said, “I know you’re lying. You care about Abigail Bernstein, or you wouldn’t have kept her around you for so long.”

Meanwhile, Diarmuid had gotten into a car that was heading straight to Bernstein Mansion.

His expression was cool, and there was a sharp glare in his eyes.

As he loosened his collar, he remained perfectly aware that the more he cared about Abigail, the more lan would threaten him with her safety.

Hence, he feigned nonchalance and laughed. “You’re really behind the times, aren’t you?”

“What are you talking about?” lan was convinced he knew everything there is to know about Diarmuid, from the people he cared about to all his vital personnel.

“Did you even know that Abigail Bernstein and I split up already?”

lan did not believe him. “Trying to trick me? Did you think I’m that stupid?”

Sk around if you don’t believe me. She killed my mother, y’know–did you think I can love my mother’s murderer?”

lan saw the brief flinch in Abigail’s eyes.

He actually did hear about Yvaine Lynd, and had been astonished for a while when he found out that his aunt was alive… only to die for some reason afterwards.

And it turned out that Abigail had killed her?!

Moreover, Diarmuid had definitely spent most of his recent time abroad, and lan did hear rumors that his relationship with Abigail was strained-though there was just no solid evidence to prove it.

But the rumors turned out to be true?

“I don’t believe you,” lan growled-he was not about to buy it that easily.

That was when Diarmuid hung up on him.

It actually left lan wondering just then… that reaction certainly points to a rift between Diarmuid and Abigail.

But could it just be Diarmuid trying to deceive him?

lan was actually stumped.

Turning towards Abigail, he asked, “You two got in a fight?”

For her part, Abigail knew that Diarmuid was hung up over Yvaine’s death and even understood it.

Even so, her heart broke to hear him suggest that he would never love his mother’s murderer.

It was pure anguish.

Nonetheless, she worked hard to control her emotions. “You know already, don’t you? Why do you even ask?”

lan was watching her, and knew that the way she was withholding her pain was no pretense.

Even so, Diarmuid was cunning, and Abigail proved that she was not that stupid.

Who knew if they were both together in the act?

After losing to Diarmuid so many times, lan could not afford to lose again.

As such, he decided to keep her firmly under his control even if Diarmuid seemed not to care about her.

When lan decided to call Diarmuid again, Diarmuid had already rendezvoused with James, who was still tracking Abigail’s phone all the way south.

Diarmuid narrowed his eyes, and told Stan Hill to bring up a map.

Further up north was a bustling part of the city, along with its administrative zone-not the place where one would commit a crime.

“Is there a problem? My boys have managed to track down the vehicle…”

Diarmuid gave him a look and asked, “You think this is normal?”

James looked at the map again, and turned silent for several seconds. “Well, no, but-”

“But, what?” Stan cut him short. “She could very well have been parted from her phone!”

James had certainly been too worried to notice the discrepancy in details.

Now that he thought about it, it was weird that he managed to track down those perps so smoothly.

lan had also been prepared for everything, and would definitely have thought of the possibility that Abigail brought a phone.

“Have your boys take down the people they’re following, and we’ll know what’s going on,” Stan said.

James quickly sent the word to his boys.

Bzzt-

Diarmuid’s phone rang just then, and he glanced at the screen-it was lan’s number.

Stan said, “Don’t.”

They had yet to find where lan’s goons were keeping Tommy, and lan himself was holding Abigail hostage- they would just play to his tune if they answered his call.

It was better to leave him hanging, and see what hand he would play.

Diarmuid, however, shot Stan a cold look and answered it anyway.

After all, what if lan got desperate and killed all his hostages?

Even if he knew that he would lose any right to bargain, he had to take it-no one could stay calm when their loved one was threatened.

Now that Yvaine was truly gone, Abigail and Tommy were his only family.

He would not allow any harm to come to them.

Naturally, he would not let that show, and answered the phone coolly, “I thought I made myself very clear. What, don’t you get what I’m saying, or do you not have the capacity to verify rumors now?”

Diarmuid’s last part was an especially painful ridicule, and lan bristled like someone stepped on his tail.

How could he not be furious?

“You have one hour. Give me Remy, or I’ll cut Abigail into pieces to feed the fishes,” lan growled, and quickly hung up.

Turning to Abigail, he asked, “Do you think he’d give up Remy for you?”

“Dream on,” Abigail replied icily. “I’m not worth that much.”

“Actually, I think he’ll show up,” lan said, fury still showing in his face even as he leaned against his chair.” I know him-even if he feels nothing toward you, you’re still his, and he’ll do all he can to save you, if only to save face.”

It would have been better if he left that unsaid.

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