And yet here they are, ostracizing a person just because they did not like her.
What was that if not a mistake? Yolanda King spoke up then.
“Allow me to voice my support for you, Director Bernstein.I had harassed you when you accidentally stepped on my toes, but now that I’ve thought it over, I was the one who had been petty and intolerant.I should’ve had faith in our former director’s judgment, after he had worked so hard for almost his whole life.I’m sure he would not simply give it off to someone else on a whim—he must’ve had his considerations before he picked you as his successor.”
Resigning to her feet, she added, “Please accept my sincere apologies.”
Abigail’s hands twitched over the table.
“I did not take it to heart.”
Finn, who had been standing in a corner, was stirred from Abigail’s speech.
If she really was useless, why was Dennis Turner so determined to name her his successor despite everyone’s protests? Was it really just because of her sugar daddy? Even if she had one, she had never asked for Diarmuid’s help to harass anyone, and it was them who kept trying to mess with her.
He voiced his support for her then.
“I will stay as your assistant, and do anything you ask and do well.Even if you had me play errand boy today, I don’t mind doing it again.”
“Thank you,” Abigail replied, feeling emotional from their support.
Still, she did not want to show it, because she was not actually using emotional blackmail—she just wanted them to understand their duty.
“Now, let’s formally begin our meeting…Though it might be more appropriate to call it a discourse.”
She then turned on the projector, which displayed a picture of a pumping heart.
“Most would claim that the human heart is fragile, but I disagree,” she began.
“I believe it is the strongest organ in the body, pumping stalwartly the instant it forms without rest.We should actually learn from its example.”
The next picture was a diagram of the different parts of the artificial heart, which consisted of four parts: a pump, a motor, an energy source, and a monitor.
She tapped on one—the motor, which they ran into a roadblock.She had a solution, but that would take verification, experimenting, and most of all, everyone’s hard work…
The first meeting after Abigail’s promotion was more or less amicable, with everyone putting aside their differences and focusing on work.
It lasted until 7 PM, but no one complained, since Abigail did prepare them the tea and snacks around 3 PM.
While everyone was thrilled at the prospect of potential development, the door to the meeting room suddenly opened, interrupting everyone’s discussion.
Everyone turned toward the door right then…
Erin Gooding poked her head into the door, and sensing that she had been intruding, she apologized.
“Sorry.I was looking for…”
She turned toward Abigail, who caught the look and glanced at the time.
“Ten minutes,” she said.
Erin nodded in response and closed the door, standing outside as she waited.
Soon, people filed out of the meeting room, with Abigail the last to exit, carrying stacks of papers in her arms.
“Is something up?” Abigail asked.
Erin nodded, so she said, “Let me return these to my office first.”
Erin waited once more as she did, and once Abigail stepped out this time, she came up to Abigail with a smile.
“James called me, telling me to pick the date.I think I should return to Minerva to tell my father too.”
“As you should.”
Abigail agreed—getting married was a big deal, and Erin should tell her father about it.
“Your work is really busy, huh? You must not have had dinner since that meeting lasted for a while, right? It’s my treat.”
Though Abigail was going to head home, she agreed to it since she did not want to disappoint Erin.
“Sure!”
“I know this place that has sweetened lamb racks, and it’s quite close.Let’s go!”
Abigail asked, “You liked sweet food?”
“Yes…though I’m worried.They say that craving sour food means it’s a boy, while spicy food means it’s a girl…Does that mean my baby would be something else?”
“Don’t say that!” Abigail exclaimed.
Erin smiled—she was just joking anyway.
Like everyone else, all she wanted was a healthy, adorable baby!
“If I had a daughter, does that mean we can have her betrothed to your sons?”
Abigail glanced at her sideways.
“Aren’t you their aunt?”
“We’re not related by blood at all.”
“I was hoping my sons had an aunt,” Abigail said, though she was mainly being thoughtful about Diarmuid, since he had no other family.
Erin was a good person, and having her as a sister was good.
Her sons having an aunt also made it more a family too.
“Alright, I’ll be an aunt to your children.Your sons can pamper my daughter…Actually, you should have more sons, so she would be pampered even more.”
“Or you can just have a son after your daughter,” she said.
“I’d rather I had a daughter too.”
“You can,” Erin said, locking arms with her then.
“You’re young!”
Abigail pursed her lips.She had three reasons not to do it, with the first being that her body would not allow it, and the second being her wish to live up to Dennis’s hopes for her.
And there was still the lingering trauma from the mess with Harvey Gooding.
Deliberately changing the subject, she asked, “Where’s the restaurant? Are we there yet?”
Erin pointed opposite the road.
“It’s just right there—”
Before she finished, an MPV screeched to a halt in front of them, and the door opened to seven men leaping out, surrounding them.
Abigail became guarded right then and shielded Erin behind herself since Erin was pregnant.
Glaring at them right then, she said, “Who are you?”
“Which of you is Abigail Bernstein?” the man in the lead asked—he was lanky, had a long scar over his face, and appeared utterly intimidating.
Erin squeezed Abigail’s arm before she could speak, gesturing for her to stay quiet since those men were clearly after her.
“What business do you have with Abigail Bernstein?”
Erin reared her chin with feigned composure.
“You’d better leave or I’ll shout for help.”
The lanky man narrowed his eyes.
“You’re Abigail?”
“I am.What about it—”
The men charged forward and grabbed her before she could finish, and Abigail quickly cried, “Let her go! I’m Abigail!”
“Dream on! We’re supposed to take her!”
The lanky man pried her hand off right then.
“Sis! Sis—”
Erin cried in terror.
“You’ve got it wrong.I am Abigail,”
Abigail once again told the lanky man.
“Really?”
The lanky man glanced between her and Erin.
Having no way to be sure, he told his goons, “Take them both.”
But before he could reach out to grab Abigail, a blur bounded forward, launching a kick at the lanky man with lightning speed!
The lanky man was knocked to the ground and he exclaimed when he saw the one who kicked him. “Who the hell are you?!”
It was Abigail’s chauffeur, who doubled as her bodyguard, protecting her aside from driving her to and from work.
He shielded Abigail while telling her, “You need to run, ma’am.” ‘You have to save Erin,’ Abigail exclaimed anxiously.
“Yes, ma’am.”
On the other hand, the lanky man was infuriated that he was the first one to get hit although they were here to abduct a woman!
“Go! Hit him!” he barked at his goons indignantly.
Two of the goons stayed to restrain Erin, while the others charged at the chauffeur.
There were too many of them, keeping the chauffeur bogged down despite his advanced combat training.
Abigail called James while they were busy, giving him the address as soon as he answered, urging, “You need to hurry!” ‘Okay!”
Abigail called the cops as well after that, while the chauffeur managed to floor two of the goons, maiming them within minutes.
Seeing that they were at a disadvantage, the lanky man opened the back of the MPV and took out a stack of machetes, distributing them among the goons.
Abigail was naturally worried, but since she could not help, she could only pray that James and the cops would make it here soon, or someone would end up dead.
Nearby, onlookers were only watching from afar, afraid to get too close.
While the chauffeur was fending off the goons, the lanky man sneaked up on him, machete in hand.
“Watch out!” Abigail yelled to warn him.
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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