He still had to head to Abigail’s apartment-he did not have anytime to waste here.
He also bought Zidonian breakfast this time, since he could tell that Abigail did not enjoy the last breakfast he brought her-she probably did not like the local food.
When he rushed to Abigail’s apartment, however, she was just about to leave.
“Have you eaten breakfast?” he asked.
Abigail stared at him, and then at the food he brought.
“I did,” she lied, but she had not actually eaten and was going to have some on the way to the hospital.
And the reason she lied was because she did not want Harvey to do so much for her.
Harvey was more or less disappointed. “Actually, I ran into James Cross earlier. He must have been messing around and he got a black eye for it too, so I ended up wasting my time chatting with him. I’ll come earlier tomorrow-“
“Harvey, I’ve told you-you don’t have to do this.” She tried to turn him down again.
Harvey, however, told her, “It’s up to you whether you accept me, but whether I want to keep wooing you is my business.”
Abigail ignored that. “I’m going to work, or I’m going to be late.”
“I’m coming with you,” Harvey said.
However, just as he was going to throw the food into a bin, Abigail stopped him. “Don’t.”
It was such a waste!
“Why would I keep it for? You’ve already eaten,” Harvey argued.
Abigail snapped, “It isn’t good to waste food. I’ve already eaten, but wasting is still terrible. Just give it to me.”
Harvey happily did so. “I’ll drive you to the hospital. You can eat along the way.”
Abigail nodded.
In the car, Abigail opened the box to find her favorite Zidonian delicacies inside.
‘Where did you get this?” she asked, even as she stuffed a pie in her mouth.
Harvey said, “My hotel’s breakfast menu includes Zidonian delicacies.”
“Oh, I see.”
As Harvey drove, he asked casually just to kill time, “Did you know that Bernstein Holdings went bankrupt?”
“What?!” Abigail looked up right then-she certainly was not aware. “What happened?!’
“I don’t know, but what I heard was that your mom moved to Diarmuid’s home after you ‘died’ to take care of your son. As for Ricky, I don’t even know how he got his company bankrupt.”
Abigail suddenly found the pie in her mouth tasteless.
Her eyes welled with tears-she had been so selfish she never thought about her mother or brother.
“Didn’t Diarmuid try to help Ricky?” Abigail asked.
Ricky was still young, and it was almost natural for him to mess up.
Even so, Diarmuid could have helped Ricky since he was more or less family. Since Sheryl was taking care of Tommy, he could at least offer some assistance to honor Abigail’s departed soul, or to repay Shery”s favor in taking care of Tommy.
Naturally, Harvey would not miss another chance to badmouth Diarmuid and to offer a favor. “He doesn’t consider them his family now that you’re gone, and he’s too busy to get involved with your brother’s business anyway…
That said, I can help you find out what happened with Bernstein Holdings.”
Abigail was certainly eager to find out. “Thank you.”
“It’s fine.” Harvey smiled.
While Mead Clinic was close to Abigail’s apartment, the research center was in a separate building that was quite far away. All researchers worked different shifts between the hospital and the research center as well.
As Abigail aligned and got in the hospital, the chief summoned her to his office the instant she entered.
“Someone is asking for you,” he told her. silly!
Abigail asked, ‘Who is it?” “One of your patients,” the hospital chief said, before adding seriously,” He’s now a shareholder of our hospital, so try not to get on the wrong side of him. It might complicate your career.”
She had a patient who was also a shareholder of Mead Clinic?
Who?
She quickly realized that it might be Diarmuid.
He acquired Mead Clinic shares? Already?
Still, it was only Diarmuid who had such ability among all his patients, especially when it came to tussling with the likes of the Raideens.
“He’s in the same ward as last time. Go on.”
Abigail became even surer then. “Okay.”
Once she stepped out, she headed straight for the washroom to quickly put on makeup. She had presumed that she would see him in the evening again, so she forgot to put on her exaggerated makeup in the morning.
Fortunately, she had everything prepared in her bag.
Ten minutes later, she headed to the ward.
To no surprise, Diarmuid was standing near the window and turned around when he heard the door open.
“You were asking for me, Mr. Althoff? Do you have questions?” she asked as she stood calmly by the door.
Diarmuid stayed silent, because he was actually surprised that an ugly woman like her did not incur his spite.
‘What did you do to me last night?”
Did she really help him sleep just by giving him a massage? He even dreamed of Abigail so vividly too…
Her scent, her warmth…
Abigail was puzzled-he was just dreaming, was he not?He was not supposed to know that she kissed him…
She calmed herself then and said, “I gave a massage to help you fall asleep. IV
“Really?” Diarmuid appeared skeptical and tried to test her. “I know what you did.”
“And I did it because it is necessary for your treatment. You can believe in our professionalism,” Abigail replied with composure. She was not flustered at all-she more or less understood him after being with him for so long.
He would have gone on a rampage already if he knew that she kissed him, and not just ask questions.
Diarmuid narrowed his eyes in turn-she was smart despite her hideous looks.
“You’re good,” he said. “Tonight, same time, same room.”
“I’ll be there,” Abigail replied.
Diarmuid gave her a look and said, “You may go.”
As Abigail stepped out, James-who was waiting outside-quickly went in after she left.
“Mr. Althoff? Do you suspect something?” He asked.
Diarmuid certainly had the feeling that there was something unusual about Abigail, but could not begin to wonder why he would suspect such a hideous- looking woman like her.
He had nothing specific to go on, too… aside from this weird feeling he had.
‘Set up a camera in my room.” He was interested in seeing what massage she would give him tonight.
“Sir, what…” James’s voice trailed off as he came to a realization. “Alright, I’ll get it done.”
Abigail just happened to double back outside.
She had brought some ointment for James for his black eye and overheard Diarmuid telling James to put a camera in his room.
To keep an eye on her, presumably…She certainly had to concede that Diarmuid was very wary.She left, then pretended to be walking to Diarmuid’s ward again as James opened the door.
He frowned when he saw her, but she flashed a calm smile and said, “I noticed that bruise on your eye when I stepped out-here, I brought you an ointment for it.”
James kept staring at her, worried that she overheard his conversation with Diarmuid. “Did you just come back?”
‘Yeah, why?” She kept smiling.
James took the ointment. “It’s nothing-was just asking. Thanks.”
“It’s fine. The ointment is charged to Mr. Althoff’s bill anyway,” she said and turned to leave.
James was left speechless.He thought that she was showing him concern, and yet…
Whatever. Being showered with concern from an ugly woman anyway was nothing to be pleased about anyway.
In the evening, Abigail arrived at Olston Hotel as agreed.
After taking the elevator up to Room 907, she heard a familiar voice and walked over to find a door hanging ajar.
She pushed it open a little and peeked in through the gap when she saw them…
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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