On the other hand, Lulu only breathed again when Zachary left.
She was convinced for a second there that Zachary would…She slowly closed her eyes, hiding her panic!
Meanwhile, Abigail received a phone call in the morning.
It was from Dennis Turner, director of Hotmesh, asking if she had made a decision since he would be retiring in a couple months.
“I’ll give you a reply soon,” Abigail said and hung up.
She headed to the washroom, standing outside as she looked at the man washing his face.
“Diarmuid, we should just put off the wedding completely for now.”
Diarmuid looked up at her, strands of wet hair dangling over his brows.
“I want to work,” she said, voicing her intention to take over as director, mainly because she was convinced she could do it and contribute to the nation’s medical field. Diarmuid, however, was reluctant since their children were still young, and her job would definitely make her busy.
With him being a busy man, who would stay home to take care of their children?
At least one of them should stay at home and keep an eye on things here. “Are you asking my opinion, or have you made up your mind?”
“I don’t want to throw away everything I’ve learned,” Abigail admitted-she was passionate about her work, and she was convinced that she must not lose herself or give up on her career no matter who she married.
In fact, she wants to be his equal, instead of being a yes-woman-or at least have a career if that was not possible.
Diarmuid thought about it for a couple seconds. “Would you give up if I said no?”
“l…” Abigail trailed off, sending his displeasure.
Before she could come up with something to convince him, he added, “I can give you anything you want.”
He was telling her that he could give her everything else.
Abigail lowered her gaze. “I insisted on becoming a doctor despite my father’s protests. I really love my job.”
Diarmuid simply wiped his face and threw the towel into the basin. “Think again.”
With that, he strode out.
Abigail tried to follow, wanting to explain that Dennis did not give her much time and she must come to a decision.
“Diarmuid…”
“I have a lot on my plate.”
He really was busy, and had no time to discuss the matter with Abigail.
“I’m going now,” he said, giving her a peck on the forehead before leaving.
Naturally, being busy was just a part of it-he did not want to argue with her, and he wanted her to give up on her own.
As she planted herself on the couch, Sheryl Harris saw the despondence on her face and came over, asking, “Are you sad that the wedding was called off?”
Abigail looked up at her mother then, and remembered how her mother had suffered her father’s betrayal.
Abigail hence made up her mind-a woman must never give up on their career no matter what.
“No,” she said, giving Sheryl a serious look just then. ‘Can you take care of my children if I start working again, Mom?”
“Of course!” Sheryl agreed to it without hesitation, since she understood how much trouble Abigail went through just to get her medical license in the first place. “You have nothing to worry about. Just focus on your work, and I’ll take good care of them!”
“Thanks, Mom,” Abigail said, wrapping her hands around Sheryl’s waist like a spoiled kid.
‘That’s enough of you. You’re a mother of two children-when are you going to grow up if you keep acting so childish?”
‘I’m always a child around you.” Abigail smiled.
Sheryl gave her a loving pat on the back and said earnestly, “Always be true to yourself no matter what happens.”
Sheryl herself had suffered because she gave up on everything else after marrying Lionel Bernstein. It was why she had nothing to depend on when Lionel had an affair, making her subservient to him, and Abigail had to suffer because of her too.
And considering all the trouble Abigail had to live through, she would never stop Abigail from having her own career.
Diarmuid might be exceedingly successful, but that also meant many women were waiting to throw themselves into his arms. Even if he loved Abigail for now, who knew what would happen later?
As for Abigail, she returned upstairs after getting Sheryl’s support, and she called Dennis to say that she would be willing to succeed him as director of Hotmesh Research.
Dennis was delighted, and he asked her to visit the research center if she had the time today, to get her familiarized with various tasks.
“Of course,” Abigail replied. She then washed up after breakfast before leaving.
There were naturally things to discuss and procedures to follow before Abigail could take over as director, and it was not until the afternoon when she was done.
Before she got home, however, she got a call from Seth Hedge.
“Do you remember the sick relative I mentioned to you before?”
Abigail naturally did, and she had agreed to help before. “Should I take a look at your relative now?”
“Yeah.”
‘Which hospital?”
Seth gave an address, and Abigail had the chauffeur drive her there.
Seth was already waiting when she arrived.
“I’m good friends with the hospital’s chief. You’ll have all the convenience you need,” Seth said.
Abigail nodded. ‘Where’s your relative?”
“He’s waiting for you in the ward.”
Abigail found the phrasing weird. “Waiting for me?”
“Yeah.”
Soon, they arrived at a ward that was quiet and isolated.
But when Seth opened the door and Abigail entered to see the man on the couch, she became alarmed.
Him?!
Sensing danger right then, Abigail turned toward Seth, who appeared perplexed by her look. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Abigail pointed at Harvey Gooding. “He’s your cousin?”
“Yeah,” Seth replied honestly. “His mother is my mother’s youngest sister.”
“He’s sick?” Abigail asked.
“Yeah-that’s what he told me,” Seth said. “He’s hoping you can take a look.
Abigail’s lips twitched.
Fine, it was her own negligence!
Or maybe she never could have expected that Seth and Harvey were related.
“Why are you so surprised?”
Harvey rose to his feet just then and he slowly walked towards Abigail.
Alarmed, Abigail retreated and turned to run, only to find the door blocked by several burly men, each of whom had fearsome looks on their faces!
Her escape cut off, Abigail wheeled on Harvey. “What do you want?”
Harvey smiled. “To get checked, of course-I’m a patient, and you’re a doctor, right?”
Abigail narrowed her eyes. “I don’t think I can do it. Get someone else, and let me go right now. You know Diarmuid’s temper, and if he knows that you’re messing with me again, he’ll destroy you.”
Harvey simply stared at her, and Abigail felt the creeps from his gaze. “Don’t give me that look!”
Harvey snorted and returned to the couch then, crossing his legs as he told Seth, “You can go back to work now. We don’t need you here.”
Seth was puzzled. “You two know each other? Why did you have to go through me, then?”
“Can’t you tell from her harsh tone?” Harvey said. “There’s a little misunderstanding between us, so she’s been refusing to see me. That’s why I needed your help, and I thank you for it.”
With that, Seth turned toward Abigail. “Just clear the air, whatever the misunderstanding is. I’ll get going now.”
Abigail tried to stop him. “No-“
Seth simply cut her short. “Just talk it out, and clear the misunderstanding. What’s the harm? Shouldn’t you be friends since you’re acquainted anyway?”
Abigail shook her head. “We can never be friends. We’re enemies-“
“Like I said, a misunderstanding.” Harvey waved him off. “You can go now, Seth.”
With that, Seth turned to leave without another word, not looking back even as Abigail screamed his name.
Harvey chuckled. “You can stop screaming now. It won’t work-he’d never believe you.”
“What do you want?” Abigail glared at him.
“An eye for an eye. Diarmuid cares about you, right? I’m just repaying him for what he did to me.”
Abigail slowly calmed down. “And what’s going to happen to me?”
“Just enough to make him suffer.” Harvey’s lips curled up savagely. “Do you know what he did to me?”
“You deserved it, whatever it was,” Abigail coolly shot back. “You messed with us first, and I hate you, let alone him! I just didn’t have the power to punish you, or I would have done worse than he did!”
Harvey’s veins were bulging over his face from resentment, and his face twitched as he sneered, “You really deserve each other… It’s the exact same words. Fine. I guess I have no reason to hold back now!”
With that, he beckoned, “Get in here.”
Soon, a man in a lab coat who appeared to be a doctor entered.
Abigail distanced herself by instinct while glaring at him warily. Even if she did not know what Harvey was up to, she was sure that he was rotten to the core!
“Are you going to lie down yourself, or should I have my man pin you down? ’ Harvey said flatly and icily-he had always been kind to her before, but they were burning bridges now!
Since Diarmuid had pushed him over the edge, he had nothing to lose!
If he had to suffer, he would make them suffer with him!
Before Abigail could respond, he added, “I know that you’re a doctor, and that you’re smart and resourceful. Hell, I suffered at your hands before-but you’re not getting away this time.”
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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