“Around the twentieth floor.I don’t dare to come out because of the journalists.”
“Yeah, I know.I’m coming.”
With that, he alighted.
Since he had been in touch with Globe Tower’s staff constantly for his wedding, he easily entered the building through the backdoor, eluding the journalists as he went to Abigail upstairs.
He found them on the nineteenth floor and they easily left the building to get into Diarmuid’s car thanks to the staff’s escort.It was not until they drove away that Diarmuid finally asked, What happened?”
“I killed someone.”
Ricky spoke before Abigail could, his voice quaking with fear.
“I didn’t mean to do it, honest —she was grabbing Abigail, and I was just trying to push her away…”
“Calm down.”
Abigail held his hand and tried to comfort him.
At the same time, Diarmuid called James Cross and told him to head to Globe Tower and get a read on the situation.
Naturally, they were calling off the wedding planned for tomorrow as well.
How were they going to keep it going when someone just died right outside the building? What a jinx! Diarmuid glowered with frightening coldness!
Abigail said, “Robin Lynd was going to jump even if Ricky didn’t push her.I’m also convinced that there was someone who goaded her into it.”
Diarmuid turned toward her just then.
“What?”
“Didn’t you see that it was Robin before you came upstairs? What did you do to her after you dumped Ian Althoff at Althoff Manor?”
Diarmuid frowned.
While he did see a corpse, there was a huge crowd around it and it was too much of a bloody mess for him to recognize who it was.
That was why he would never have known that it was Robin if Abigail never mentioned it—they released her after dumping Ian home, and he presumed that releasing Ian would keep her in line.
He never saw it coming, but it was almost unsurprising that a villain would continue to be one! They would never let up even with acts of charity! While it was fine that she was dead now—it meant one less loose end to worry about — the consequence was far worse.
He had been preparing the wedding for a while, and it had already been delayed in the first place.
And now…
He certainly felt sorry for Abigail.
Abigail, on the other hand, was concerned for Ricky and not that their wedding had to be called off.
“Ricky did this for me.
Don’t let him go to jail—you have to do something about this.”
“I know,” Diarmuid replied.
Ricky had calmed down considerably, but he had never felt this bewildered or terrified.
He had committed murder—he was still afraid inside even if it was not premeditated!
“Brother-in-Law, you have to help me.
I really didn’t mean to push her…
She was dragging Abigail to the window and I was so furious, I pushed her!’ Suddenly utterly humble, he no longer addressed Diarmuid as Mr.Althoff—all he wanted right then was to emphasize that he was Abigail’s younger brother in hopes that Diarmuid would save him.
He could not go to jail—what would happen to Lulu Adams if he did? Zachary Slate would just steal her away! Diarmuid leveled him a cool look.
“I’ll do something for your sister’s sake.”
“Thanks, Brother-in-Law.”
Ricky’s words were certainly sweet, and Diarmuid actually liked being addressed as ‘brother-in-law”
Meanwhile, they had returned to the hilltop mansion, and as Abigail and Ricky alighted, Diarmuid assured them, especially Abigail.
“I’ll get it done, don’t worry.”
Abigail nodded.
Then, just as he was about to leave, she told him, “You have to watch out too.”
“Yeah,” Diarmuid replied and drove away.
Ricky was still on edge, so Abigail told him to relax.
“It’s alright.I know you didn’t mean it.”
“Abigail…”
Ricky tugged at her arm.
“When we were in the car and passed by the front entrance, there was so much blood…”
“Just forget it,” Abigail said softly.
Ricky stared at her then.
“Aren’t you scared?”
She was so exceedingly calm that Ricky thought it inhumane of her —even as a man, the gore still traumatized him.
“What’s there to be scared about?”
Abigail simply patted him on the shoulder.
“Just forget it.”
Ricky smacked himself on the forehead right then—how could he forget Abigail’s profession? She cut people open at the surgical table, and she had certainly seen all varieties of bloody scenes.
“Can I stay here a few days?”
He suddenly did not want to be alone at his own home—his terror just might subside with all the people in this mansion.
Abigail agreed to it without thinking, since they had many rooms to go round.
“Wait, you have a visitor?” Ricky suddenly asked.
Abigail followed his gaze, and saw her…
Abigail followed Ricky’s gaze and saw Erin Gooding.
She was decorating the floor above yesterday, and she was now doing the same downstairs.
Tommy even picked up a loose balloon to play with.
“She’s not a visitor,” Abigail said shortly.
Ricky nodded and asked softly, “She’s not staying here, right? N
Or things might get inconvenient…
“No,” Abigail replied, and walked up to Erin saying, “You can stop decorating the house now.”
“Why?” Lulu asked, suddenly stepping out of a room.
“Yeah, why?” Erin echoed.
“Lulu…” Ricky murmured, forgetting everything when he saw Lulu.
Lulu, however, stood motionless, her slightly cool look curbing his enthusiasm.
Cowed, Ricky did not move close to her.
Abigail glanced between them, finding their exchange a little weird just then.
Still, Erin tugged at Abigail’s arm and urged, “Come on, tell us- what happened? Why aren’t we decorating the house now?”
“Something happened, so the wedding is getting postponed, ” Abigail replied.
“What is it?” Erin pressed.
“It’s nothing important. We can start taking everything down now.” Abigail said, and went to work.
Erin was left frowning-they had been working for two days now, so why was the wedding called off out of the blue?
Was it because Abigail caught Diarmuid red-handed for having an affair? Was that why the wedding was called off?
What other reason could there be?
She became infuriated the more she thought about it and stormed off, whipping out her phone to call James.
Once she found out where Diarmuid was, she quickly went over, immediately demanding, “Why was the wedding called off? Were you cheating on-“
“Erin.”
James strode toward her immediately, clasping his hand over her mouth – Diarmuid had been glowering for a while now exactly because of the wedding.
The man was already in a bad mood, while she was here nagging about? It would just upset him more!
“Just cut it out and go home for now. I’ll tell you everything tonight.”
Still aggrieved for Abigail, Erin glared at him with her large eyes, but James leveled a glare of his in return!
“Fine,” she snapped reluctantly.
“Good. Now go!” James let go of her, but she only left after leveling a ballsy glare at Diarmuid.
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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