Chapter 466 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

“Can babysitters play the role of a mother?”

They were once again silent.

Eventually, a female colleague said, “I understand where you’re coming from, Director Bernstein. I can’t afford to do it, but if I could, I’d like to stay home and be there for my children as they grow up, too.”

Yolanda then added, “My son and I are really distant because I never had time even as he was a child. That’s why he’s closer to his grandmother, since she was the one who raised him.”

Women naturally had an easier time understanding the desire of being there for their children as they grew up—even the rich faced such a problem.

The only difference was that the less wealthy needed to work to sustain their living, whereas the rich did it for their passion or interests.

There was a world of difference—the rich had the luxury of choice, while those who did not did not.

This was the case for Abigail, since she did not have to worry about money even if she did not work, let alone worry about expensive school fees or living expenditure.

The rest would not leave their jobs because they could not afford to.

Yolanda took a chug of beer just then and told Abigail, “You have my support. You can afford to stay home and take care of your child and family, and working is not a must. To be honest, I would’ve quit long ago if my husband were as rich as yours.”

“In that world, my son would not be so distant.” Yolanda chuckled self-deprecatingly.

However, there was also something she did not understand, so she asked Abigail, “Honestly why do you think men can focus on being the breadwinner for the family? Why would us women have to work and care for homes too?”

Abigail could not answer that!

Still, it was likely that women got more sentimental.

Men would never understand how much women cared about the child they carried around for ten months!

“Why would you leave now, though?” Yolanda then added.

Abigail actually never thought about that.

When did she decide to resign?

Perhaps it was after knowing she had a biochemical pregnancy, perhaps?

Even if it was now assured that she could no longer give birth, she felt like she owed Diarmuid.

He wanted a daughter so badly, but she could not give him one.

Yolanda got up and walked to Abigail’s side just then, pouring her a glass of beer while asking, “Why aren’t you saying anything, Director Bernstein? Is there something you can’t say?”

Abigail picked up the glass of grape juice nearby, saying, “I can’t drink. I have to stick with juices…”

However Yolanda put a hand over hers, and spoke a little drunkenly, “You’re leaving soon. Can’t you spill your guts to us a little? Or maybe we’re not worth that much…”

“What are you talking about?” Abigail frowned, and looked around the table. “In my mind, everyone here is noble, because you all put in quiet sacrifices for the nation’s medical field.”

“In that case, why don’t you come clean with us in these last moments you share with us?” Yolanda said as she passed her the beer. “Let’s all just speak our minds today, instead of getting all tight- lipped.”

As everyone watched, Abigail took the beer since she really could not turn Yolanda down.

Yolanda then called for a toast, “To fate, for bringing us together.”

Everyone got on their feet and clinked glasses.

Even Abigail had no choice given the situation—even though she really was not supposed to drink.

Still, the alcohol really burned, and she had to put food in her mouth to ease it.

Then, Finn said, “A toast from me, Director Bernstein.”

Abigail was speechless. “Look, Finn, I—”

“Why? Have I fallen short of expectations?” Finn asked, cutting her short before she could think of an excuse, even pressing further. “Or you’re just not willing to accept my toast?”

“No, you’ve done very well and helped me immensely. I’m grateful,” Abigail said just then.

She could not reject Finn, so she had to drink again.

However, after Finn’s example, everyone began to toast her consecutively.

Whenever she tried to turn them down, they would say, “You already accepted Finn’s toast. Why not us? What is this partial treatment?”

Abigail could not say anything against that, and eventually drank so much her head was in a daze, although she was just taking tiny sips with each toast.

“Will you miss us after you leave, Director Bernstein?” Yolanda said, putting an arm over Abigail’s shoulder just then.

Abigail nodded. “Yeah…”

“We’d rather you never left.”

As Abigail looked up, she was clearly drunk—her eyes seemed unfocused, and she was having double vision. “Family is very important to me… My children, my husband… I have a responsibility.”

And with that, her head fell onto the table.

Finn quickly headed outside to call for Eagle, telling him that Abigail was drunk.

Eagle was carrying Abigail into the car when she suddenly retched miserably. “Bleurgh…”

She obviously wanted to vomit, so Eagle quickly carried her out.

Leaving her crouching by the road while he told Finn to get a glass of water, Eagle even asked disapprovingly, “How could you all make her drink so much?”

“Lots of people were there. We got a little too enthusiastic,” Finn replied.

“Here, ma’am. You should gargle,” Eagle said, opening the bottle for her.

Abigail took it but drank from it twice instead of gargling.

With that, Eagle carried her back to the car and whipped out his phone to call Diarmuid.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Althoff, Mrs. Althoff is drunk. I’m taking her home now.”

“Okay.”

With that, Eagle started the car and drove.

Soon, they reached home, and Diarmuid’s car just drove inside as well.

He alighted and walked up to their car as soon as he parked his, and Eagle opened the door for him.

As Diarmuid looked inside at the drunken woman, he arched his back to carry her.

“Why would you drink when you know you can’t?” he asked, before turning to Eagle. “Who was she drinking with?”

“The staff at the research center were having some sort of dinner,” Eagle replied.

Abigail was still in a daze, but when she saw Diarmuid, she threw herself into his arms while sobbing, “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Diarmuid…”

Diarmuid was left dumbfounded for a moment, but he quickly and gently patted Abigail’s back. “You’re drunk. Be good now, and don’t say such silly things. I’m carrying you inside.”

“No…”

Even so, Abigail was holding onto his waist relentlessly while keeping her face buried in his chest. “You don’t get it.”

Diarmuid lowered his gaze at her and asked, “What don’t I get?”

“I’m afraid to tell you,” she rasped.

Diarmuid turned to Eagle right then, “Go in for now!”

“Yes, sir,” Eagle said, and turned to head inside.

“It hurts.” Abigail, meanwhile, was tightening her hands around his waist.

“Do you want to vomit?” Diarmuid asked mildly.

Abigail shook her head, still leaning against him. “My heart hurts.”

Diarmuid sharply noticed that there was something weighing on her mind, and he asked softly, “Why?”

That was when she suddenly looked up, staring him straight in the eye.

“Bleurgh.”

Her stomach was churning.

As he was unable to carry her out in time, she vomited all over Diarmuid.

The stench…

Diarmuid put a palm over his face.

Why would he waste time with her rubbish? He should have carried her out of the car immediately instead of getting puke on himself!

Taking off his jacket and wiping himself a little, he then threw it on the ground and carried Abigail out of the car.

He called the chauffeur to clean the car. “And throw that jacket away.”

The acidic stench of vomit, mixed with the odor of alcohol, was traumatizing.

Even after they got inside, Abigail was retching again.

“Bleugh…”

Diarmuid quickly carried her to the washroom, while Sheryl appeared with her grandson in her arms.

Seeing that Abigail had to be carried and smelled of alcohol, Sheryl frowned. “She was drinking?”

“Yeah,” Diarmuid replied.

“What is she doing?” Sheryl groaned. “She never drinks, and now she’s absolutely drunk…”

Diarmuid explained, “There was a dinner among the staff of the research center. It won’t do if she was the only one who didn’t drink.”

“I’ll prepare a hot bath. She would have to bathe downstairs.” Sheryl entered the room, intending to help.

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