Chapter 461 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Abigail asked, “What’s big?”

Finn kept gasping, “Someone… approached us… asking for the artificial heart.”

Abigail was taken aback, but asked, “Who?”

“A patient with a congenital heart condition. He heard that our former director used our artificial heart before and he’s willing to give it a try,” Finn said, staring at her with an urgent look. “This is an opportunity.”

Abigail knew that too, but she said, “Find out if he’s really sick.”

She had to be cautious after what happened with Dennis Turner, and the artificial heart was not yet certified as well.

“Okay, I’ll go right now,” Finn said, rushing out of the room as quickly as he did when he arrived.

At the same time, Abigail asked for care workers from the hospital.

She wanted the right people and cost was no issue. She also screened through the candidates before picking one.

Mrs. Watson felt embarrassed that Abigail got people to take care of her. She said, “I’ve really caused you so much trouble just because I fell sick. You even had to get me a care worker. I…”

“Oh, Mrs. Watson.” Abigail smiled as she took Mrs. Watson’s hand. “You’ve helped me so much more. I wouldn’t even have time to go to work without you around. It’s only right that I take care of you when you’re sick, and I already feel guilty that I have to hire a care worker for you since I have to get back to work. Please just accept this favor.”

“But I heard they charge over two hundred per day. Isn’t that too expensive? I thought the usual fee is around a hundred…”

“They’re more reliable,” Abigail assured her.

Mrs. Watson had no words just then, and she could only feel grateful.

Abigail was being sincerely nice, and she hired a more expensive care worker in fear that the care workers would get upset with Mrs. Watson.

“Now get some rest. I’m going to work now—I’m coming back to check on you later.”

“Okay,” Mrs. Watson said, waving Abigail off. “Just go already. You have nothing to worry about with the care worker here.”

Abigail told the care worker to call her anytime something came up, giving them her number.

When Abigail arrived at Hotmesh Research, everyone was debating if they should use the artificial heart again.

They mobbed her as soon as they saw her arrive, asking, “Did you hear about the request, Director Bernstein? What do you think?”

“We’re not given permission yet,” Abigail replied. “We won’t use it on the patient for now.”

Everyone was silent, but Dennis’s survival with the artificial heart was a living example and the medical board would not drag their feet with the certification.

With that, Abigail told everyone to go to work while she cleaned up her office.

Finn soon returned with the patient’s medical history, and it was indeed a congenital heart defect with no other possible treatment, which was why they were eager to try the artificial heart.

After all, when there was no option, even a risky chance brought hope.

Abigail, however, was staring at the patient’s file in silence.

Finn then said, “The patient told us that they would sign an agreement if we provide an artificial heart— whatever happens, we will not be responsible.”

Abigail asked, “Do you think this would work?”

Finn was taken aback—Abigail always had her opinion on things. Why was she hesitant now?

“I mean, in the case of our former director, someone was out to hurt him,” Finn pointed out. “All we did is our best to save him. You shouldn’t let that weigh you down.”

“I’m not, but the repercussions were so severe.”

It was not as if Abigail did not want to help—she still could not get over the lawsuits and the guilt of Dennis’s death.

That was why she had to give it further consideration.

Finn suddenly noticed that Abigail was packing everything on her desk and he wrinkled his brow. “Why are you packing up your things?”

Abigail looked at him then. “I won’t lie to you, Finn—I’m thinking about resigning.”

“Why?!” he exclaimed in confusion. “Once the medical board gives their approval, the artificial heart would be certified as medical equipment. But you’re leaving at this juncture?!”

Finn could not and would not understand. “Don’t you understand? This is a very important moment for Hotmesh Research. Am I hearing things?”

Abigail sat behind her desk and said, “You heard me right.”

“Do you remember how everyone disliked you when you first arrived and constantly harassed you?” Finn huffed angrily. “Everyone now accepts you after so much has happened, seeing your abilities as they are and acknowledging them, but you’re leaving? I wouldn’t have accepted you if I knew you’d leave so quickly—I know it’s a difficult job, but everyone has been working hard. Our seniors have even been working here for over ten years, but they still stick with their positions, while you’re leaving just because of what happened with the former director? Do you really like this job?!”

Abigail lowered her gaze at his barrage of questions.

She certainly wanted to keep working, but she had a family and children.

She would be too selfish if she remained engrossed in her own pursuits, especially when there was so much to do at home.

Staring at Finn, she asked, “Are you married?”

Finn stared at her blankly and shook his head, unsure as to why she would suddenly ask that question.

“Well, you won’t get it if you’re not, and I can’t explain it either.” Abigail smiled. “Even so, I have to thank you for supporting me and helping me.”

Finn stared at her, speechless for a while. “Can’t you wait until the board’s approval is received before you leave?”

Abigail, however, did not want to wait, so Finn instead asked, “What’s your plan for the patient? Are we giving him an artificial heart or not? I think you should decide before you leave.”

Abigail remained silent and she certainly understood Finn’s intent—she should at least wait until the artificial heart’s development was announced as a success.

She would at least have a respectful departure that way.

Even so…

Abigail closed her eyes.

She was just too tired.

“Or else, I’m not letting you leave,” Finn declared, moving to stand at the doorway.

Abigail watched him do so in amusement.

“How could you be so childish?”

“I don’t care.” Finn shrugged nonchalantly.

“Fine, you do it, then!” Abigail told him.

Finn gaped. “You’re saying yes?”

“Yes, I am.” Abigail nodded.

“You should also consider who will take your place,” Finn said just then. “I’ll now inform the patient of the good news.”

Abigail watched as he celebrated with a smile, but she remained silent.

She had already made up her mind—there were plenty of candidates with experience and the right attitude.

She had nothing to worry about handing over leadership.

Zachary Slate was drunk.

He did not drink in front of Diarmuid because he wanted to appear calm, so he only started drinking alone after Diarmuid left.

He inevitably got drunk and slept the night in his private room.

“Sir?” A waitress woke him gently just then.

Zachary slowly opened his eyes, and frowned when he felt a splitting headache.

“What time is it?” he asked.

“It’s almost 9 AM, sir,” the waitress replied.

Still on his back, Zachary heaved a long sigh as the waitress asked, “Would you like a glass of water, sir?”

Zachary looked up at her but he shook his head. “It’s fine.”

“Very well. Here’s your check, sir.”

Zachary whipped out his wallet and took a card out. Handing it to her, he said, “There’s no PIN.”

The waitress swiped it as he watched before returning it to him.

Slipping his wallet back in his pocket with the card, Zachary got to his feet, draping his suit over his shoulders as he left.

The sun was perfect today but he narrowed his eyes, finding it blinding as he looked up.

Still, he smiled.

It was all in the past.

From here on out, Lulu was no longer a part of his life.

He got into his car and drove off… until he was stopped at the traffic light!

It was a routine stop to check for drunk drivers—the traffic police often patrolled the area since it was within the entertainment district.

And Zachary still reeked of alcohol

“Sir, would you please step out of the vehicle?” The traffic officer beckoned.

Zachary was speechless, but had no choice other than to leave his car cooperatively.

He had no idea how much he drank—it had been an entire night.

The breathalyzer inevitably detected a sufficient blood alcohol level for the traffic officer to arrest Zachary for drunk driving, and they impounded his car.

That also meant points deducted off his driving license, and he was sent to lockup pending bail.

…

At the hospital, Abigail transplanted the artificial heart into the patient with a congenital heart defect.

After all, she was the only person in the country who had ever performed that surgery. No other doctor was confident enough to do it, and they were also concerned that they would bring trouble down on their own heads, since the artificial heart was still a recently developed technology.

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