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.
Although Greg survived, his heart had stopped for a while, and oxygen deprivation caused permanent nerve damage, leaving him crippled from the waist down. “Where is that bitch now?” he growled the instant he woke up, unable to accept that he was now paraplegic. Henry seemed to have aged a decade, his hair now completely…
In turn, Stan stepped out to speak with the officer standing guard, who left soon after. Quincy started to panic. “What are you doing?” Stan replied, “While the law will punish a heinous bitch like you, you’re still going to suffer a little before that.” As he spoke, he took out several objects from his…
Meanwhile, Stan had finished up and was stepping out of the building as well, and quickly got into the driver’s seat, turning on the ignition as Diarmuid got in. Henry had so much to tell Diarmuid and was eager to appeal to Diarmuid’s emotion since he raised him as a boy. However, he could say…
It was 8 p.m. when she finally left work, and it was early for her. Still, she did not go home immediately, and instead made a copy of the file on Lindsay before heading to Bernstein Mansion. She was going to let Ricky Bernstein look into the matter himself, but the instant she entered her…
He was not reacting at all when she came in, and as she sat on the bed, she asked softly. “Are you asleep? There was no response, so Abigail slid underneath the blanket, lying down as she wrapped her hands around his waist from behind. “I know you’re awake.” His breathing was even, but she…
“There is feedback from other doctors that we don’t have enough rest areas, so clean up the storeroom so it can be used, and do it by today. Also, sort out every file on every patient we had over the last month.” Abigail gaped. “There’s so much stuff in the storeroom. I don’t think I…
“Stay away from Abigail Bernstein,” he growled at Harvey. “She’s Mr. Althoff’s wife.” With that, he returned to Diarmuid, wiping his mouth as he explained, “I shouldn’t have done that, but I just can’t stand him being smug.” Diarmuid said nothing, since Stan was standing up for him. They headed straight through the back door…
“I see…” Abigail became a little forlorn, because she remembered that Diarmuid was clearly upset when he left. She sighed–was he not going to let her explain herself at all? “When would you be returning, ma’am?” Mrs. Watsons asked. “Soon,” Abigail replied and hung up. She thought about calling Diarmuid, but his phone was turned…
However, Stephen never accepted gifts from patients or their family, and never held back his distaste toward those who did. “It’s people like you that social order is always a mess.” Harvey was left speechless–was being grateful so wrong? Still, he could not push Stephen since he was refusing–and so bluntly at that. He was…
Missing her chance, Whitney’s embarrassment turned into fury. “Don’t get so smug, Abigail Bernstein. I heard that Diarmuid left the country–no one is here to protect you!” Abigail simply ignored her, and Whitney wanted nothing less to tear off her pretty cheeks right then, and the way she looked so unmoved! She hated Abigail because…