Chapter 436 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

However, just as they reached their car, Johnny appeared out of nowhere and ambushed Martin. “That was you in there, right, cap?”

Martin raised a brow. “Where did you come out from?”

“I thought I saw you after I got a bookshelf. You ignored me when I called you, and I thought I had the wrong guy… until I saw your car. I just waited here for you since I know it’s you.”

Martin shot him a glare. “Waiting for me? What’s wrong with you? Don’t you have anything better to do?”

Johnny felt puzzled by his glare and pouted. “I just wanted to know if it was really you. I mean, it’s no issue to see you here, right? What were you sneaking around for?”

Did Martin do something that should not be seen?

“I’m here to get furniture too and I heard you. I just didn’t want to talk to you.”

With that, Martin opened his car and got in with Lulu, before quickly driving off.

Johnny was left speechless.

Did he do something wrong? Was he not supposed to greet Martin?

…

Abigail had been riding her horse for an hour when Diarmuid gestured for her to stop for a break.

After having a glass of water, she asked, “Are we staying here the entire day? Don’t you have work? Do you really have time to hang out with me? Just go if you’re busy—I’ll go home.”

“It’s no trouble,” Diarmuid replied.

Even if he was, he would spare some time to spend with her or she would start imagining things!

“You seem quick interested in riding. Should I bring you here more often?” Diarmuid asked, watching for her reaction.

Abigail was about to speak when her phone started ringing on the table.

She picked it up and saw that it was from Ray Hall.

Could it be about Dennis Turner?

Was it good news or bad news?

She answered the call nervously regardless.

“Hello?”

The voice from the other end was as loud as it was urgent. “Come in right now! The patient is going into cardiac arrest. I’ll keep him alive for now!”

Abigail’s heart skipped a beat, but she restrained her panic and answered, “Got it.”

“Take the back door when you come. The patient’s family might stop you if you come from the front,” Ray added.

“Got it,” Abigail repeated.

As she put down her phone, she tried to act casual as she said, “I’m stopping here for the day. Ray Hall has just called, saying that Dennis is improving. I’ll go take a look.”

She did not dare to mention the bad news in fear that Diarmuid would stop her from going.

Diarmuid was in turn staring at her with a meaningful gaze.

“Really?” he asked, clearly skeptical.

“Yeah.” She smiled. “Come with me if you don’t believe me.”

“Alright. I will,” Diarmuid said, rising to his feet.

Abigail was speechless—she thought that Diarmuid would not bother, and yet…

Whatever. Anything could wait until after they head to the hospital.

“Let’s go to our room for a bath and a change of clothes.”

Abigail did not even have the time to do it. “I’ll just get changed. The bath can wait—let’s go to the hospital now.”

Diarmuid got up, leaning against her.

After they returned to their room and got changed, they headed to the hospital.

However, they had just arrived outside and Diarmuid was going to alight as well when his phone rang.

It was James Cross—there was a document that needed Diarmuid’s personal signature and he could not sign it.

Abigail seemed to sense that he was needed. She said, “Go. I’ll be fine—Dennis is better now, so his family won’t harass me.”

Diarmuid mused to himself for a while. “Call me if there’s any issue.”

Abigail nodded and watched as he drove off. She was about to turn and go straight inside when she remembered Ray telling her to take the back entrance, and she did so.

However, Neil Turner caught her even as she reached the small door at the back.

“Abigail Bernstein!” he growled with a menacing glare, as if he would lunge at her and tear her into pieces. “How dare you lie to me! ‘The surgery was a success’, was it?!”

Abigail took a step back by instinct, but she calmly told him, “It was a success. It’s probably just a post- surgery symptom or rejection. That’s a risk that comes with any major surgery—”

“Don’t bother with your excuses! My mother fainted after she was told what happened to my father. There’s no telling what would happen to her, but if she ends up hurt too, I will bring this down on your head until there’s nothing left of you!”

“I’m willing to take responsibility,” Abigail told him. “But right now, you have to let me see your father—”

“Again?!”

Neil started toward her, clearly seeing red.

However, before he could reach Abigail, Eagle appeared out of nowhere between him and Abigail, and then kicked him away with swift precision.

As Neil landed on the floor, he was left stumped by Eagle’s sudden arrival.

“…Who are you?!”

However, as Eagle leveled his cold, sharp eyes at Neil, he was immediately silenced.

“What are you doing here?” Abigail asked, surprised by Eagle’s appearance too.

She left with Diarmuid this morning, and Diarmuid was also the one who drove her here.

Could Eagle have been following them all along?

“I’m in charge of your safety, ma’am,” Eagle replied. “I’m always watching.”

Abigail nodded—so that was it.

Still, she tugged at Eagle, “There’s no need for further violence. Just keep him here.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Eagle nodded.

While Abigail went inside the hospital, Neil got off the ground to chase after Abigail, but he did not dare to move when Eagle was leering at him.

Fuming, he had to watch as Abigail left.

As such, he instead browbeat the hospital staff and obtained evidence of Abigail insisting on performing the surgery on his father as evidence to bring her to court!

Since Neil was not allowed near Abigail with Eagle stopping him, he insisted on being given the evidence that Abigail insisted on doing the surgery herself.

He could certainly get confrontational against the hospital since he had the moral high ground—they hence gave him the video where Abigail declared that she would take responsibility for everything that happened, along with the entire surgical process.

It was not as if the hospital was trying to push the responsibility on Abigail. For one, they never got Dennis’s family to approve the surgery, and Abigail broke hospital regulations when she insisted on going through with it.

Since they were at fault, it would only be their reputation getting hurt if things got messy, which was why they had to push everything to Abigail.

…

At the emergency room, Abigail took part in resuscitating Dennis and they managed to save him.

However, he remained unconscious, and whether he woke up was still to be seen.

There was also no telling if something like today would happen, or if they could save him again.

He might not wake up at all, or worse, die…

Abigail felt exhausted even as she sat at the lounge.

Ray arrived then and sat beside her. “You need to be prepared. Our management already told the patient’s family everything.”

“I see,” she replied.

“Do you regret doing it now?” Ray asked.

Abigail raised a brow. “You’re the second person who asked me that.”

Ray’s interest was certainly piqued. “And how did you answer?”

“No, I don’t,” Abigail said, giving him the same answer she gave Diarmuid.

Then, taking a deep breath, he said, “If I can’t come in the days to come, please do give Dennis extra care. Also, just stick to what you did today if the same thing happens. Add a stenting if things get messy too often.”

“That’s what I had in mind, and what I wanted to talk with you about. The artificial heart is keeping up with the circulation rate, but his valve is on the narrow side. Stenting would curb that issue easily, though.”

Abigail had to acknowledge that Ray was a doctor who showed devotion to his job then, and she pursed her lips. “I’m really relieved to have you around.”

Ray gave her a look. “You should be more concerned about yourself.”

Abigail was not scared at all, however. “My conscience is clear.”

Ray did not agree—he had seen too many people and how they behaved under pressure, or perhaps he kept himself a little too rational for his job’s sake.

Doctors—especially heart surgeons—are constantly exposed to the adversity plaguing the human race.

Surgeries cost thousands, or hundreds of thousands in worse cases.

Some even give up on getting treatment because they do not have the money and simply wait to die.

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