Abigail considered it, but she gave Diarmuid a call first. “Has James found anything?”
“I think he has. He’s returning to the office soon.”
“I’ll get to you right now,” she said immediately at that, hanging up and returning her phone to her pocket. “To Twinrise’s headquarters, please.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Eagle replied.
However, they were soon stuck in a traffic jam, and Abigail fell asleep in the car.
There was no telling how long had passed until Eagle woke her up. “Ma’am? We’re here.”
She opened her drowsy eyes. “Really?”
“Yes,” Eagle replied.
Rubbing her eyes and lowering the window, the fresh air outside crept in and cleared her head right then.
She alighted and headed inside the building, with the front desk receptionist greeting her respectfully. “Greetings, Mrs. Althoff.”
Abigail returned a smile, but just as she waited for an elevator, the receptionist approached her.
“Mrs. Althoff?”
“Yes?” Abigail asked, turning around.
“Your pants.” The receptionist pointed at it, which was wet with blood.
At the same time, the receptionist angled her stance so that she blocked it from others’ view.
Abigail slapped herself on the forehead—how on earth did she forget about that?
“The washroom is over there.” The receptionist then pointed. “I also have a clean skirt. You could change into it, if you don’t mind?”
“Thank you,” Abigail said a little awkwardly.
The receptionist soon brought her the skirt. “It’s new, so don’t worry. I kept it under my desk after I bought it, but I always forgot to bring it home.”
Abigail carried the bag to the washroom, and it was not a while until she stepped outside.
Her face was really pale.
The receptionist certainly paid attention to details and brought her a glass of honey.
However, Abigail still appeared out of it even as she took it.
“Are you feeling sick, ma’am?” the receptionist asked.
Abigail shook her head. “I’m fine.”
She started to leave, still holding the glass in her hand until she came to her senses, returned to the front desk, and put down the glass. “I forgot—how much for the skirt? I’ll wire you the money.”
The receptionist waved her off. “It’s alright. It’s nothing that important—as long as you don’t hate it, ma’am.”
Abigail smiled at her, then quickly took the elevator upstairs.
Abigail knocked on the door to Diarmuid’s office, and it soon opened.
Diarmuid stood at the doorway as he noticed the bag she was holding. He asked, “What’s that you’re holding?”
Abigail entered and replied, “Dirty clothes.”
Diarmuid was just about to ask her what dirty clothes she was referring to when James Cross entered as well.
“Sit down. Do you need a drink?” Diarmuid asked.
“Yeah,” Abigail murmured distractedly, nestled on the couch.
Diarmuid could tell that she was under the weather, but he asked nothing and instead returned to his desk.
“You said ‘almost’. Did you find the guy?” he asked James.
“Yeah,” James nodded. “Our man is a subordinate working under New Suns Pharma’s deputy CEO.”
And that man had asked someone to bribe the nurse.
Since they had already found the perps, they just had to deal with Neil.
That man was still adamant that Abigail’s surgery and the artificial heart was what killed Dennis. He would have trouble accepting that his father was poisoned, and was not killed because of the surgery.
As such, they still had to work on Neil even if they already had key witnesses.
After thinking about it for a while, Diarmuid asked, “Where’s the dossier on Neil Turner you compiled before?”
“I’ll get it right now,” James replied and turned to leave.
At the same time, Diarmuid turned toward Abigail.
She should be exceedingly concerned about the case, but she was somehow out of it today.
Walking over to her, he asked, “Are you feeling sick, Abigail?”
“Oh!” she exclaimed as she came to her senses. “Wait, what?”
Diarmuid stared at her for a moment before putting a palm on her forehead. “What’s got you distracted? Do you have a fever?”
Abigail shook his head and mustered her spirit.
“No.” She forced a smile and took his hand. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Something’s off with you today,” Diarmuid told her seriously.
“Really?” Abigail asked in return, even feigning composure as she did.
Holding her gaze for seconds, he said, “Talk to me.”
She simply smiled. “What, don’t you know everything about me? I’ll be resigning once this is over.”
“Yeah,” he said, patting her head. “You should have done so long ago.”
Abigail leaned on him just then. “Would you forgive me if I made a mistake, Diarmuid?”
Diarmuid was speechless.
No, something was definitely wrong!
There had to be something that made her say this.
“What mistake are you talking about?’
Abigail quickly shook her head. “I just meant theoretically.”
“I doubt it,” he said, lifting her chin. “Look at me and spit the truth.”
Abigail gave him a shove. “You’re despicable—I was just kidding, and you took it seriously?”
“I don’t think you’re joking. It’s more like you’re testing me,” Diarmuid said directly.
“Sir?” James returned with the dossier just then, and started to turn and leave when he noticed that things were weird.
Abigail stopped him.
“What did you bring? Show me,” she said, getting off the couch and walking up to James.
James passed her the dossier, and she opened it to see that it was everything on Neil—his interpersonal relationships, his job… and everything there was to know about him.
She kept reading it while asking Diarmuid, “What are you planning to do?”
“We’re tipping off the police,” Diarmuid replied simply, instinctively sensing that Abigail had something weighing on her mind.
He then spotted the bag on the couch.
As for the dossier, it was prepared much earlier, but they thought they did not need it after Dennis woke up.
They were now taking it out because they were worried Neil would keep hounding Abigail, and they were planning to harass him at work so that he would stay in line.
There was a legal process to go through to connect Dennis’s death to New Suns Pharma, and Diarmuid was not about to handle it personally.
Abigail naturally agreed that it was the right decision.
“You boys talk. I’ll get some water.”
She was thirsty too.
After a while, James had already left when she returned with the water, and Diarmuid was alone.
He was holding the pants she changed out of while staring at her.
Putting down her glass and walking over to Diarmuid, Abigail took the dirty pants off his hands and put it back in the bag before looking up at him.
“Why are you always so paranoid, Diarmuid?” she asked, and pointed at the back. “I’m on my period and I stained my pants. That’s why I got changed—or did you think I was hiding something?”
Diarmuid actually thought that was the case.
Her behavior today was certainly too peculiar, which made his imagination run wild!
Still, Abigail wrapped her arms around his waist and put her face against his chest. “So you do get childish. It’s just my period—I’m distracted today because of that. Don’t worry.”
“Yeah,” Diarmuid murmured softly.
But was he really just being paranoid?
“Get home soon and rest,” he then added, gently patting her on the back. “I still have stuff to do. I’ll head home once I’m done.”
Abigail purred even as she held tightly onto him, kissing his neck and Adam’s apple. “I want you to take me home.”
Diarmuid smiled, feeling at once enfeebled yet needed. “Okay.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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