Fortunately, it turned out that she was not too late, and this situation was exactly what she wanted.
“Either way, I hold the lives of your son and Ricky Bernstein in my hands. Deny me, and I promise you that you’ll save neither.”
Debbie’s lips then curled up in a smile. “I worked for you-! know you best. That’s why I have been meticulous and never cut corners. Understand that you’d never get another antidote, and the only way to save your son is to marry me.”
Diarmuid’s gaze darkened like an impending storm.
Even though she was mentally prepared and had seen him getting furious, Debbie still took a step back in fear.
Diarmuid’s phone rang just then.
It was Abigail’s call, and he naturally believed everything she said now that Debbie had revealed her true colors, even giving a noncommittal grunt when Abigail asked if he knew about Debbie’s true nature.
Abigail’s words only serve to confirm Debbie’s threat.
He was already fatigued with his other child, who was still missing and her fate unknown… only for Debbie to hurt Tommy now.
All he knew just then was that he must kill Debbie for this.
It was absolutely necessary!
His fingers clenching over his phone, he said, “I’m breaking up with you, Abigail…”
Still in the car, Abigail was left dumbstruck.
“I’m going to marry Debbie,” he finished, bringing her to her senses.
Her mind raced.
Was Debbie threatening him with Tommy’s life? Coercing him into saying that?
Abigail kept her voice quiet and said, “Debbie would never allow US to find an antidote. I know that you’re trying to save Tommy here, and I know what I must do.”
“I trust you,” she said firmly.
Abigail’s words did not offer Diarmuid relief.
Even if she did not misunderstand him and trusted him, it only strengthened his resolve to murder Debbie!
He had never felt such bloodlust or the impulse to claim another life without regard to the consequences!
Just then, Abigail quietly said over the phone, i’ll do my best to find a cure.”
“Yeah,” Diarmuid said quietly.
It was not that much of a conversation, but both knew what each other were thinking.
Abigail stared outside the car window, her hands sliding feebly to her lap while she watched the passing scenery.
The car was driving steadily, but her heart could not calm down at all, and felt as if it was struck repeatedly by a raging tide.
As the car came to a stop, Abigail shelved her thoughts so that she could examine the current situation with calm composure and determination.
She knew that Diarmuid would deal with Debbie-right now, she must find out what virus was embedded on the dog, and her best chance was Hotmesh Research.
It was the best research center in the country, after all.
Unsure if the virus was infections, she told the chauffeur to wait in the car while she spoke to the staff there.
‘I wish to see the director. Could you contact him for me or give me his number?”
The receptionist at the front desk studied her from head to toe just then.
Abigail had worn layers to avoid people staring at her scars and she was still in the postpartum period, so it only made her look weirder.
Eventually, the receptionist said politely, “I’m sorry, but our director doesn’t see anyone just because they ask.”
Abigail whipped out her Mead Clinic staff ID, proving that she was both a researcher and an attending physician there. “I’m a doctor and a researcher. I really need to speak with your director.”
“I’m sorry, but you’re just making this worse,” the receptionist retorted stiffly, even showing slight disdain just then. “I mean, is this stuff even genuine? If you are that high-ranked, what business do you have with our director?”
Abigail frowned, surprised by the receptionist’s attitude.
She had no choice but to take out her phone, and hesitated as she tried to decide if she should call Stephen Carr or Zachary Slate.
They would both be able to help her get in touch with the director.
However, the receptionist took her hesitation for posturning, and chuckled loftily. “Why are you hesitating? Why don’t you call whoever you’re going to call?*
Abigail shot her a sharp, cool look just then. “You’re a receptionist, and that means you should be assisting everyone who stepped through those doors. What’s with your attitude? Do you think you’re above the rest? And how so?!”
She was incensed that a major research center would hire a receptionist like this woman.
She was utterly disappointed!
Naturally, her snide remarks left the receptionist glowering in turn. “Who do you think you are? Is this research center supposed to receive every piece of shit who steps inside?
Why don’t you take a look in the mirror, bitch?!”
While Abigail was left stupefied that the receptionist would stoop to the level of such profanities, Stephen happened to step inside the lobby and he called out, “Abigail?”
Stephen was there mainly because of the research paper incident before.
Though Tobey Kitsch, the deputy director, had since been fired for his duplicity and Abigail was also caught in the subsequent fallout, Stephen was still hoping that they could continue using the research data to develop a fully artificial heart for the sake of the country.
Dennis Turner, the director, naturally agreed with the idea.
At the same time. he blamed himself for not seeing Tobey’s true colors until it was too late, leaving a huge mess in his wake.
After their discussion, Dennis was escorting Stephen out when he noticed Abigail in the lobby.
Knowing Abigail’s health, Stephen hurried to her and asked in concern. “What are you doing here? You should be resting at home.”
Abigail sighed feebly. “I’m in trouble.”
“What is it? Do you need my help?”
Abigail smiled begrudgingly. As a matter of fact, I do.”
“Alright, shoot—l’ll help you as best as I can within my power,” Stephen said.
He still felt like he owed her, and his offer was therefore sincere.
“I have a dog carrying an unknown virus,” Abigail explained. “I need research equipment and personnel- urgently.”
Stephen had never seen her being so antsy before, but said, “It’s no big deal, w
Turning to Dennis, he said, “She’s the doctor who got the research data for us. She was captured and confined because we leaked the data, and she would not be here if Diarmuid Althoff-her husband-was not well- connected and was ruthless in his methods.”
“Really?!” Dennis was at once surprised and impressed, and he shook Abigail’s hand enthusiastically. “So you’re the one-1 must apologize for our oversight in allowing such a leak, causing you so much pain. Truly, you and your husbands have hearts of gold.
The forum would never have been held in our country if he did not push for it… Also, your problems are our research center’s problems too. All you need is just say the word.”
Abigail studied with Dennis for a while. Deciding that he was no rotten apple, she said, “Thank you.”
“Oh, you really don’t have to thank US. We owe you too much for that,” Dennis insisted.
Nearby, the receptionist watched as everything unfolded.
Not only was Abigail a returnee from Mead Clinic, but she was married to Diarmuid Althoff, too?!
“I’m so sorry!” she apologized profusely. “So you really are from Mead Clinic!”
Abigail glanced at her, but did not press the issue-right now, she must find out about the virus that the dog carried, and had the chauffeur bring the dog in.
“Try to keep your distance,” she told them. “I’m not sure if the virus is infectious.”
As they headed to the labs, Abigail’s phone rang.
It was Sheryl, calling to tell her that Tommy had caught a fever now.
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