Chapter 439 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

As she waited, she took a sip of her coffee.

After a while, James returned with a man in suit and glasses.

Although corporate defense was not his job description and Abigail’s query was not his forte, he was still a member of the excellent legal defense team Diarmuid put together. One could imagine how impressive he would be!

After hearing Abigail’s summary, he simply said, “Your intent was to save a life, so they can’t make a case of murder or manslaughter. You’re also the patient’s successor, and it’s obvious that he was consciously trusting of you. As such, whether he survives or not, I’ll be able to win the case for you.”

Abigail was left staring at the lawyer for several seconds, feeling at once stunned and impressed by his professionalism and the angle from which he examined the issue!

Having heard the lawyer’s dissection, James assured Abigail, “If he says he can, he will.”

Abigail nodded. She then asked several more questions since this was her first lawsuit and she did not know what she should be doing specifically.

The discussion with the lawyer lasted another half an hour, long enough for her to learn the basic process.

Still, she only needed to know—the lawyer would do everything for her!

After she left Twinrise headquarters, she decided to call Diarmuid again since it had already been two hours.

Abigail’s call still did not reach Diarmuid and she could not help frowning, with worry showing on her visage.

Why could she not reach him?

It was certainly more puzzling that even James did not know where he was!

Getting in the car while feeling uneasy, she forgot to tell Eagle to head home.

Eagle had already started driving for a while before he eventually asked, “Where to, ma’am?”

Abigail, however, was feeling a headache with the lawsuit and with Diarmuid being out of reach.

Closing her eyes, she said, “Home.”

Eagle could see her worrying from the rearview mirror, but he drove quietly.

Once she reached home, Abigail asked the instant she stepped inside, “Is Diarmuid Althoff home?”

“No,” Sheryl said, staring at her. “Do you always use his full name?”

Abigail was speechless—she was too anxious because she could not reach Diarmuid!

Still, she tried to stay nonchalant with Sheryl. “I always do. I mean, what else should I call him? Baby daddy? That’s vulgar.”

Sherly was amused. “Every loving couple calls each other ‘dear’ or ‘darling’, don’t they? Why are you an exception?”

Abigail simply got into the room and took her second child from Sheryl.

Sheryl gave her a smack.”You haven’t washed your hands after going outside. You’d pass your germs to your baby!”

It would have been better if Sheryl did not mention that—Abigail went further right then, pinching her baby’s cheeks. “My hands are clean. Also, don’t you know what darling really means?”

Sheryl blinked. “Someone dear to you, right?”

“No, it’s a term they use for eunuchs,” Abigail said, shaking her head. “Should I call Diarmuid that?”

Sherly was speechless, and Abigail grinned when she saw that.

Quickly realizing that her daughter was joking, she was at once annoyed and amused, and she gently smacked Abigail on the arm again. “How dare you joke like that. Eunuchs? Really? That’s your own happiness at stake here—”

“What was that? Whose happiness is at stake?” Diarmuid asked as he entered.

Hearing his voice, Abigail turned around and found him standing at the doorway.

Joy showed on her face, but it was soon replaced by anger. “What were you doing? Why couldn’t I reach you?”

Diarmuid walked up to him and teased their baby boy. “My phone was out of juice.”

Abigail glared at him. “Did you wash your hands? Mom says that you should wash your hands, or you’d be passing germs to our baby.”

“Oh, stop it,” Sheryl snorted at her. “What I said was since the baby is a Althoff, Diarmuid can touch him however he wants!”

Abigail was left speechless at that.

Still, she did not keep bickering since she was just messing around with Sheryl to lighten her mood.

She did not want Sheryl to notice that she had something weighing on her mind.

It was only when Sheryl left the room that she asked Diarmuid, “You weren’t out for work. Where were you?”

Diarmuid simply spread his hands. “Give me a hug.”

Abigail stared daggers at him, and asked sternly, “Answer me first.”

“What?” Diarmuid chuckled. “You sound like you’re going to bite. Also, were you talking about me?”

“What about?” Abigail could not quite react just then.

“That I’m a eunuch?” He raised his brow, his jet-black eyes fixed on her.

Abigail did a double take as she met his serious gaze.

“I was kidding,” she said, unable to read what Diarmuid was getting at, before asking tentatively, “Are you upset?”

“Nope,” Diarmuid replied, taking their baby from her.

“Then what’s with that terrible look on your face?” Abigail asked, staring at him.

Diarmuid returned her gaze for seconds before suddenly smiling. “I was kidding.”

Abigail was speechless.

Biting her lips and huffing, she gave him a poutish smack on the shoulder. “You’re despicable. You only ever bully me!”

“How could I? I’m a eunuch.” Diarmuid chuckled.

Abigail quickly looked around, before giving him a firm shove. “You really have no filter at home, do you?”

Diarmuid smiled but said nothing.

“Wait…” Abigail murmured, quickly noticing that she had been taken for a ride.

Grabbing his arm then, she snapped, “You haven’t answered me—where have you been? Spit it out already!”

Diarmuid remained relaxed with their baby in his arms.

Sitting down on the couch while playing with the baby, he said, “The old man is dead.”

Abigail appeared stumped. “The old man?”

Which old man?

“The one named Althoff,” Diarmuid said flatly, without any emotion in his tone.

Abigail, however, was stunned when she realized which old man he was referring to!

“He’s dead? From illness?”

She knew about his condition, and while it was serious, they had managed to keep it in check with the best medicine available. He should not have expired that quickly…

That was when Diarmuid said nonchalantly, “He had a heart attack.”

He kept his eyes away from him.

Abigail lifted a brow. “You gave him said heart attack?”

“There was a connection I guess,” Diarmuid replied.

Abigail was speechless.

She then took their baby from his arms and left the baby with Mrs. Watson while dragging Diarmuid upstairs.

Once inside, she quickly asked, “What on earth happened?”

Diarmuid simply sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her nonchalantly with a smile. “What’s got you worried?”

Abigail simply could not read his emotion.

She knew that Diarmuid bore a deep grudge against Henry Althoff, and it would make sense if he was apathetic about his death.

Even so, Henry was still his family—did he really feel nothing at all?

“You kept asking me what I was doing, right? Come, let me tell you,” Diarmuid said, holding out a hand to Abigail.

Abigail was hesitant, but slowly walked to Diarmuid and put her hand in his palm.

Diarmuid held her hand and with a slight pull, he brought her into his arms!

As Abigail dropped onto his lap, Diarmuid wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning in to whisper beside her ear, “Don’t you find me cold?”

“I don’t,” Abigail said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I know you’re a good man.”

Diarmuid chuckled in amusement. “A good man? What assessment is that?”

“The best assessment. Or would you rather be a villain than a good man?” Abigail caressed his cheek, looking at him lovingly. “Are you really alright?’

Regardless of what happened, Henry was his family, but he was now gone—meaning that the last of his extended family was gone!

Abigail, on the other hand, had her own mother.

But who did Diarmuid have?

“I have you, don’t I?” he said just then.

Abigail gave him a hug, “Yeah. I’ll take good care of you.”

“You’ll take care of me? Or is it the other way round?” Diarmuid chuckled.

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