Chapter 325 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

The doctors did their best, but the heart rate monitor soon beeped loudly, indicating a flatline.

They sent a nurse to inform her next of kin of her condition.

Chad Ross had been waiting outside.

He had been holding a grudge against Whitney after she aborted their child just to frame Abigail, and he was insistent that he would only let her free when she delivered their next child.

Now, the baby was delivered, but Whitney was on death’s door…

“Please help her.”

His hands were shaking even as he put pen to paper.

One must say that he genuinely loved her.

If only Whitney would come around earlier and understand that, she could have enjoyed a bright future with him.

However, fate turned out to be cruel.

The doctors failed to save Whitney.

At the same time, Abigail quickly asked the hospital to make preparations for a heart transplant for Ricky.

She was considered one of the best in the field, and despite the risks and close shaves, she ultimately succeeded.

After that, he was kept in the ICU for observation-especially for signs of transplant rejection.

Nonetheless, when Chad saw that Whitney’s heart was taken away so soon after her death, he went on a furious rampage.

“You people let her die just to take her heart, didn’t you?! I’m warning you- if I find out that was the case, I’ll have this hospital demolished!”

The hospital had shown him the donor papers that Whitney signed, and Chad recognized the signature as Whitney’s-but he was still in denial.

He was in grief and probably just wanted somewhere to rant, and was relentlessly hounding the hospital staff, saying that he would sue them.

The process of getting Whitney’s consent was certainly unprofessional, and the hospital would be in trouble if Chad got serious.

Abigail knew that, and since it was her responsibility anyway, she went out to meet Chad.

His eyes sharpened at the sight of her. “You did this to her?”

Abigail, however, remained calm and aloof as she took a seat. “We’ve had our arguments before, but I had no hand in her death.

You can consult a professional and have them examine her body if you like!”

Chad snorted. “You’re a doctor. No one would be able to tell if you did something to her!”

“Yes, I have that ability, but I won’t stoop that low!”

“Really?” Chad growled as he sat down, his eyes never leaving her. “You’ve always been at odds with her. Are you sure you won’t kill her when you have the chance?”

Abigail did not avert her eyes because her conscience was clear. “Find out for yourself how lethal amniotic fluid embolism can be.

It’s the worst nightmare of every woman on her due date and some patients could be declared dead soon after. The doctors here tried, but they couldn’t save her -as a matter of fact, Whitney was a doctor herself, and she knew what was going to happen.

Also, when I told her that I was trying to save Ricky, she agreed to be his donor.”

Her tone easing just then, she added, “I’m sure you know why she was willing to do it, don’t you?”

As Chad became silent, she continued, “She was the reason Samantha White was killed, no?”

“So what? Do you have proof?” Chad shot back coolly.

“I have none, but she admitted to it herself,” Abigail replied. “In fact, she was willing to donate her heart because she was hoping to earn points in her child’s favor. You’re a father now, too, and you ought to know how important children are to their parents. As a mother, she would at least hope that she did something for her child. In fact, are you sure she hadn’t changed during her pregnancy?”

Chad remembered then-Whitney had been resistant about getting pregnant again at first, but he managed to make it work anyway. After that, he kept her guarded to prevent her from aborting the child again.

However, as months passed and her belly bulged, she somehow became milder and was no longer bent on aborting the child.

It left Chad pondering-could having a child really change a person?

That was when Abigail asked Chad another question. “If your child is sick, and it will cost you something important, would you pay the price?”

“I’ll pay any price!” Chad replied with no hesitation.

“And that’s the same case for Whitney’s choice,” Abigail told him. “She’s doing it for the good of your child, and you’re just in denial from grief. But even if you refuse to believe that she’s dead, she’ll know where she is now- most of all, she would want you to take good care of your child.”

The last part resonated with Chad, and it was certainly likely that Whitney was hoping that he would take good care of their child.

Abigail was right-he was pestering the hospital because he refused to believe that Whitney was gone!

As he slowly calmed down, he did not continue to make a fuss but instead left the hospital, taking his newborn with him and arranging for Whitney’s funeral.

His cessation naturally allowed Abigail to breathe a sigh of relief.

However, just as she was about to leave the hospital too, she saw the person waiting for her at the entrance and she did a double take!

Diarmuid walked up to Abigail and gently gathered her into his arm, asking quietly, “What’s on your mind?”

Abigail actually thought that he had left, but it turned out that he was waiting for her.

“Aren’t you a bold one? Not worried that Debbie would see you?” she asked.

Diarmuid was still holding her as they got in his car. “She’s going to be busy.”

Meanwhile, Debbie the secretary was trying on a bridal gown at a boutique and reveling in the joy of it.

After all, Diarmuid had personally ordered it tailor made for her, and she now believed that he was now seeing her as a woman, even accepting her.

She expressly brought the set of diamond jewelry, virtually parading it to the looks of envy of everyone around her.

“It really suits you,” the assistant at the boutique flattered.

Having put on the bridal gown and the diamond jewelry set, Debbie admired her own reflection in the mirror and grinned broadly at the assistant’s words.

She could not help feeling buoyed-she enjoyed this feeling of being served and fawned over.

Meanwhile, the assistant was still showering her flattery. “Also, shouldn’t we address you as Mrs. Althoff now?”

Debbie’s grin broadened further, but she said, “Not yet-that could wait until after our wedding.”

“But the bridal gown is ready. Shouldn’t it be soon?” the assistant asked.

Debbie lifted a brow and said proudly, “Of course.”

“Congratulations!” the assistant exclaimed.

Debbie reared her chin proudly and smugly-all her schemes and hard work had certainly paid off!

Meanwhile, Abigail was lounging lazily in Diarmuid’s car.

She was already worn out, and the surgery left her further exhausted.

“Does Debbie know that you rescued Ricky?”

“No,” Diarmuid replied with a cold look. “She would already be dead if we had the antidote for Tommy.”

Abigail turned to look at him then, holding his hand as she said, “The antidote for Tommy is at the testing phase at the moment. It can be administered once testing is completed with no observable side effects.”

There was a flash in Diarmuid’s eyes, and he suddenly drove to the side of the road and stopped the car.

“Why are we stopping—”

Before Abigail could finish, she was pulled firmly into a tight, warm embrace.

Abigail did a double take as Diarmuid wrapped himself around her, and as she breathed in his familiar scent, her body relaxed as she leaned against him.

Blinking, she softly said, “It’s going to be alright.”

Tommy would recover, and they would find their lost child-she was the voice of that.

Diarmuid brushed his cheek against hers.

It was the first time he found such assurance in life.

He looked at her then-a woman only in her twenties who could endure more than he could.

That scrawny frame seemed to carry boundless power.

She was as strong as she was brave, and calm in a crisis.

There were countless things that made her sparkle, and each of them made her mesmerized.

“Tell me immediately when Tommy’s antidote is ready.”

He had been searching for it, but he got nothing-Debbie’s years spent working for him were certainly well spent, and she learned a lot.

Now, he knew that it was unlikely to find the antidote from Debbie.

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