After all, the man was really intimidating and Neil did not dare to mess around.
For Abigail’s part, she had actually forgotten that Neil told her about that.
“Since we’ve run into each other, why don’t we sit down and have a calm discussion?”
Neil wanted to refuse. “No—”
“I think you should,” Eagle said as he leveled a pressuring glare at Neil. “The madam is always busy, but she’s respectful enough to come see you.”
The corner of Neil’s eyes twitched. “Touch me again and I’m suing you too.”
Eagle was silent for a while, and barked, “What can you do other than suing people? Do you even understand what people are telling you?!”
Though Neil wanted to flip out again, he restrained himself because of the difference in strength between him and Eagle.
“You’re good with arguing, aren’t you? Now leave, or I’m calling the cops.”
Eagle had more to say, but Abigail stopped him.
If they kept this up, they would really start fighting—and she came to make peace, not to fight.
“He doesn’t mean it. You should calm down and listen to me telling you what happened at the time—”
“What happened at the time was that you did not get our consent and you implanted an artificial heart still in its test face,” Neil huffed. “And now my father is lying in the ICU, hanging by a thread—and you say you are trying to save my father? Did you really, now?!”
Abigail was stumped.
Yes, she tried to save Dennis, but she did not.
Even if he was not dead, he might be soon!
Still, she looked Neil in the eye and said, “I did my best—”
“Don’t bother!” Neil waved her off. “Leave, or I’m calling security!”
Abigail stared at him, knowing that she had to leave with Eagle since she could not persuade Neil.
“Why is he being so unreasonable?” Eagle muttered.
Abigail sighed. “No one would be able to stay calm if the same thing happens to their family. We can’t blame him—it’s just human nature.”
They left the apartment block, with Abigail standing outside the gates, feeling at a loss.
Eagle seemed to see her anxiety. “Should we tell Mr. Althoff?”
Abigail turned toward him, but she simply watched him in silence.
Eagle’s heart was pounding. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No,” Abigail replied.
Now, it seemed that she must go to Diarmuid and ask for his help!
He would not be able to hide it anyway—there was a lawsuit now.
“It’s procedure as a legal respondent to prepare my statement of defense in fifteen days, right?” she said self-deprecatingly. “I should prepare something now, shouldn’t I?”
Eagle listened to her, but he remained quiet.
Abigail started to walk again. “Let’s go.”
Eagle opened the car door for her before driving off.
He glanced at Abigail from the rearview mirror since she did not say where they were going, and he asked tentatively, “Should we head home, ma’am?”
“No,” Abigail said. “Let’s go to the Twinrise Enterprise headquarters.”
They should have an in-house legal advisor there, and she needed to consult a lawyer!
If it really came to a lawsuit, she would need Diarmuid to get her a reliable lawyer.
…
They soon arrived at Twinrise.
Since Diarmuid had basically introduced her to everyone last time, they were all respectful to him.
The front desk did not stop her and she headed straight up the elevator to Diarmuid’s office.
She knocked on the door, but no one answered.
Elliot the secretary came by and said, “Mr. Althoff isn’t here, ma’am.”
“Where did he go?” Abigail asked.
“I’m not sure,” Elliot said. “It’s not for work either.”
Abigail frowned.
Where did Diarmuid go, if it was not for work?
She whipped out her phone to call him, but his number was busy too.
Puzzled, she told Elliot flatly, “Alright, thanks.”
With that, she headed to the elevator, though she had to wait since a car was coming up.
There was a jingle as the elevator arrived, and Abigail was about to enter when she saw James Cross stepping out.
Stopping then, she asked, “James, do you know where Diarmuid is?”
James shook his head. “I don’t know. Isn’t he in his office?”
Abigail was puzzled—even James did not know where Diarmuid was?!
James could see that Abigail was worried.
“Did something happen?” he asked.
Abigail shook her head. “I can’t reach him.”
James thought about it. “Maybe he’s just busy. Maybe his phone is just out of juice. Don’t worry, he’ll be alright.”
“Yeah, I’m not worried,” Abigail said, taking a deep breath before stepping inside the elevator. “I’m going now.”
James only realized what was happening then, and he called out to her just as she was about to enter the elevator. “Is there a reason why you’re looking for him?”
Abigail paused and turned toward him. “No.”
“I can help, whatever it is,” James said.
Abigail was quiet for a while before she said, “There is a little something.”
“Let’s talk in my office?” James asked.
“Sure,” she replied.
…
They headed to his office, where James made her a cup of coffee and put it in front of her.
“So? What’s the matter?” he asked as he sat down.
Abigail went straight to the point. “I’m looking for a reliable lawyer. Is there anyone available here?”
“We do have a formidable legal team,” James replied. “Which field, specifically? And are you asking for yourself, or…”
“For myself—I was sued, and the responsibility is on me,” Abigail admitted.
James frowned slightly. “Could it be a dispute about a medical case?”
“…I guess!” Abigail was silent for a moment before saying, “I don’t have the moral high ground here. I need a lawyer just to buy me some time.”
She knew that Neil would give in once Dennis woke up.
On the other hand, if Dennis died, she would take the punishment due for her violation of hospital regulation!
But right now, what she needed was a little time.
James raised a brow. “A medical case, huh?”
Most patients’ families would just settle for money and Diarmuid certainly had the money to buy anyone’s silence!
Abigail shook her head and patiently explained what happened.
She was hoping that should more people know, more options would present themselves.
Staring at Abigail then, James asked, “You acted rashly, didn’t you?”
What she did was certainly highly irregular and if the patient died, the lawsuit was inevitable!
Abigail chuckled bitterly.
Maybe everyone would find what she did irrational, but her mind was clear at the time—just as she knew how troublesome the consequences would be.
“I’ll get someone over to see our options,” James said, rising to his feet.
Abigail nodded. “Sorry for the trouble.”
James smiled. “Oh, it’s no trouble. As an employee, I can’t wait to fawn over the boss’s lady!”
Abigail almost rolled her eyes at him!
James naturally knew where to stop and made a serious face again. “Just wait here for a while. I’ll talk to Legal.”
Abigail nodded.
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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