Harvey understood Abigail’s anger just then-she was a doctor and had a sharp smell.She must have noticed that something was wrong before they did.
He then turned toward the scented candle on the table.
A steward had given it to them, saying that it would help with sleeping, and Harvey took it without hesitation.
That must be it!He got up and tried to snuff it out, but dropped to the floor before he could reach it.
Heather then fainted as well!
On the other hand, Abigail ran into James Cross in the corridor once she got out.
What are you doing here?” she asked.
“Mr. Althoff told me to get blood and hair samples from Harvey’s baby,” James replied.
Realizing with a start, Abigail said, “So you’re the one who drugged them?’
James nodded. “They should be out by now.”
“I’m coming with you,” Abigail said.
James had already gotten his hands on the backup card to Harvey’s room and they easily got in.
Inside, they found the man himself on the floor.
Since the drug could easily knock out adults, it would be harmful to infants in large doses.
As such, Abigail quickly hurried to pick up the baby from Heather’s arms, and got out so that the baby could breath in fresh air.
James was still inside and he snuffed out the candle that he used to incapacitate everyone in the room, then kicked Harvey after he did.
“It’s like you can’t stop messing around, can you?”
“What are you going to do with them?” Abigail asked.
“I’m tying him up, just to be safe.”
James had actually prepared a rope for the occasion. He quickly tied up Harvey and gagged him as well, before doing the same to Heather.
With that done, he left, closing the door behind him.
As they left the hotel, James asked, “Where do we go now?”
“What time is it?” Abigail asked.
“3 PM.”
Since it was still early, Abigail said, “Hotmesh Research.”
“Okay,” James said.
Abigail sat at the back with the baby in her arms, and they soon arrived.
She did not do the paternity test immediately, however, and instead examined the baby, making sure that he was healthy before she took blood samples.
James waited outside and called Diarmuid to tell him that she was doing it.
“Where?” Diarmuid asked.
“Hotmesh Research.”
Diarmuid hung up at that and soon arrived as well.
James went out to meet him as he hurried inside, and though he appeared calm, there was an urgency in his voice, “Is it done?”
“Not yet,” James replied-Abigail never left the lab.
As such, they could only wait… but time seemed to stretch on while waiting.
Still, it did take quite long-it was not after two hours that Abigail finally came out.
Diarmuid hurried to her side.
“How did it go?”
Abigail looked up at him, her eyes welling with tears and her body shuddering -her fingers were cold too.She did the paternity test twice, but the result was the same both times!
But she took the blood samples herself and personally ran the equipment. There was no mistake.
“Diarmuid…” she rasped.
“Yeah?” Diarmuid replied-he wanted to know the result too.
“No,” Abigail said, shaking her head.
The baby was not related to her at all!
There was disappointment in Diarmuid’s eyes, but it quickly faded as he gathered Abigail in his arms, softly assuring her, “It’s fine. It doesn’t matter- we’ll keep looking. I’ve even received word from my PI that he’s on Kim Sherwood’s trail. We just have to be patient.”
He had already prepared her for this outcome, just as he had prepared himself.
It was obvious that Harvey would not bring their child out in the open if he really snatched him, and this simply proved that.
Even so, Abigail could not help feeling despondent. She was worried that her child was suffering…
However, calmness and composure was a doctor’s tenet, and she quickly composed herself.
Turning to James, she said, “You can return the child to Harvey now.”
They had no reason to keep him since he is not their child.
“But is the boy Harvey’s?” James pointed out, but Abigail did not test for that.
What was the point anyway?
Still, James turned to Diarmuid as if to ask his opinion, who appeared silent in thought.
“Diarmuid?” Abigail called out to him.
Coming to his senses then, he told Abigail quietly, “Go home. I will handle things over here.”
Abigail said nothing since he clearly had a plan. “Okay.”
“Your chauffeur is outside. He’ll take you home,” Diarmuid added.
“Yeah. Oh, the baby is still inside, by the way,” she said, and left.
Once she was gone, Diarmuid beckoned to James and said, “Find out where Harvey has been over the past two months, and whether that woman’s kid is his.”
“Yes, sir,” James replied, then hesitated for a moment before asking, “Do you suspect something, sir?”
“I have this feeling that Harvey showed up because he wanted to probe us,” Diarmuid said darkly.
Specifically, using the baby to probe Abigail’s reaction.
James headed into the lab and picked up the baby, who was sleeping soundly because of the drugs and was not waking up in his arms.
“Do I free Harvey now?”
“Yes, but have our men keep an eye on him,” Diarmuid replied.
“Yes, sir,” James replied respectfully.
At 8 PM, Diarmuid had brought Mark Wickers and his research team to a dinner cruise.
Stephen Carr was absent because his wife was ill, though Zachary Slate filled his spot on the table that seated twenty, which was perfectly fine since there were less than fifteen of them.
Dinner was soon served, and the menu was all gourmet selection.
While the table wafted the appetizing aroma, Abigail was smiling and greeting everyone, being a cordial host despite the matters weighing on her mind.
Tommy was able to recover quickly thanks to these people, and the dinner was a sincere gesture to thank them.
Even though Mark insisted that it was nothing that important, Abigail was still grateful. “Everyone worked hard in that lab, even losing sleep and missing out on meals. I naturally could see how hard everyone worked, so I’m really thankful that everyone helped.”
Abigail offered them a toast, and Mark and everyone else graciously accepted it, seemingly reluctant to refuse since Diarmuid was there with them.
As Abigail boldly chugged her glass, everyone followed suit.
Naturally, Diarmuid was grateful as well and paid everyone a generous sum of five grand each.
Most of them were afraid to take it, but Mark convinced them to, since it was both Diarmuid and Abigail’s sincerity.
Naturally, Zachary felt like he was surplus-he had not helped much, but he was a part of the dinner anyway.
When he had the opportunity, he sneaked out quietly for some fresh air.
It was very quiet, since Diarmuid had rented the entire cruise ship for the night.
The wind was quite cold, but just as Zachary turned to head back inside, he saw a certain person.
When Zachary turned and saw the woman who looked just like Lulu Adams, he lost her rationality right then and dashed forward, catching hold of her wrist.
“Lulu?!”
The stewardess turned to find a handsome man. She asked, “Is there anything I can help you with, sir?”
Zachary, however, was staring at her so hard his eyes could pop out.
The stewardess did not just resemble Lulu Adams-she was her!
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