Abigail Bernstein was a quiet and obedient girl who seldom say NO to her father’s decisions. Even when it’s about her marriage.
To save their family’s company out of bankruptcy, her father arranged her to marry Diarmuid Althoff, the grandson of a billionaire. But on their wedding day, the groom did not appear. Abigail was disappointed but could do nothing about it.
Alone and boring on wedding night, Abigail accepted to replace her colleague’s shift. At her workplace, the hospital, she saved a wounded man being hunted down by gangsters, and made out with this stranger to blow off steam.
The stranger, however, turned out to be her husband that did not show up at the altar.
Regardless, Henry tried to keep up the act anyway. “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.” “Do I look like an idiot, Grandfather?” Diarmuid growled, his tone turning cool. “You were telling me to divorce Abigail Bernstein the last time we met, and now that woman shows up at the manor? You’re just trying…
Abigail hung her head, wondering how she should piece the sentence. “I had something to say yesterday, didn’t I?” “Yeah?” “I…” Bzzt- Her cell phone suddenly started vibrating in her pocket. Diarmuid could see her hesitation. “Just say what you need to say. You don’t have to hesitate.” Mustering her courage, she said, “I had…
Abigail nodded as she watched Lulu. “I did. Did it go south because of you?” “Yeah,” Lulu said. “Zachary told his blind date that I’m his girlfriend. The woman felt like she had been swindled, and called Zachary’s mother right then and there. It was such a mess…‘ Abigail could actually imagine the scene just…
“I’ll warm the water for you,” Abigail said as she went to the bathroom. Diarmuid caught her wrist then and asked, “Something on your mind?” Abigail smiled. “Does it look that way?” She just wanted to live peacefully with him, and confront her feelings for him. And yet, Diarmuid’s heart raced as she was being…
“Mother…” Ricky was still trying to dissuade Samantha. Lionel had just died, and they were already fighting right in front of his body. How could he rest in peace at all? “I’m telling you, Ricky–don’t listen to your father! I’m your only family, and that woman has nothing to do with you!” Samantha bellowed furiously,…
It was Ricky! “Ricky!” Samantha ran to him in terror, fearful of the worse. Ricky was already unconscious when she lifted the shelf off him, and she slapped his cheeks, crying, “Get up, Ricky! Please, you’re scaring me… Don’t do this to me…” Samanthat’s tears were genuine this time–Ricky was her only son, and everything…
“Boo–hoo…” Tommy was suddenly crying. Mrs. Watson had just arrived downstairs after cleaning the rooms upstairs, and heard Tommy’s crying. “Why do I hear a baby crying?” she asked aloud in curiosity. Mrs. Watson then noticed the tiny child in Abigail’s arms, and hurried toward her, asking, Where’s this baby from?” Before Abigail could answer,…
Worried about her, Lulu quickly went to her after Henry left, and helped her stand. “Are you alright?” Abigail nodded. “Yeah,” she replied, while trying to look her best. “Where’s Tommy? Is he still crying?” “I’ve fed him and coaxed him to sleep,” Lulu replied. Right now, she was worried that Henry had made things…
And yet, the more she read, the paler her face became–eventually, all color drained from her face. “No, this is impossible! Lionel wouldn’t do this to me! This has to be fake!” she cried hysterically and tore the papers into pieces. The lawyer did not stop her, however–that was just a copy and not the…
Remaining impassive, Diarmuid told her, “Come with me.‘ With that, he headed inside his own office. Abigail stood where she was, hesitating if she should follow. Seeing that she was not moving, Stan quietly told her, “Just go already–Mr. Althoff is being nice, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a temper.” “I know,” Abigail…