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.
Craniotomy? But Stephen’s specialty was cardiovascular diseases! Moreover, there was no record of Layla having any cranial medical conditions, only the procedure itself. And as Abigail was about to read through the key points, she heard someone outside say, “Dr. Carr.” That meant Stephen had returned, so she quickly put the file back where she…
Ricky helped her put her suitcase in the car trunk, and align the way to the station, Ricky asked, “You seem in a hurry. I’m guessing you broke up?” Lulu turned to study him. “Why do I get this feeling that you were eager for that to happen, brat?” “Oh, come on—a man who hurts…
As for Diarmuid, his expression darkened as he pocketed his phone, and there was no emotion to be observed from his calm visage. Even Stan, who usually was not as attentive as James, knew that Diarmuid was in a bad mood and did his best not to upset him. “I’ll hack Harvey’s computer,” he carefully…
Bzzt- Her phone started ringing, and she answered it to find that it was Ricky. “I need to talk to you. What time are you leaving work?” “Five,” Abigail replied. “I’ll be waiting at the entrance.” “Sure.” Once it was five, Abigail stepped out of the main entrance and immediately saw Ricky’s car. “Get in,”…
“Oh,” the receptionist exclaimed in understanding. “She shares the room with a certain gentleman…” “Mick Gooding, I presume?” Abigail said. “You’re acquainted?” the receptionist asked–why else would she know their names? “Yes,” Abigail replied, and the receptionist started to make the booking. She then asked, “They are staying at the presidential suite, and it’s 2,500…
Abigail was going to explain herself when Layla said, “She had a fight with her boyfriend. I saw them and tried to help, so I let her in.” Mick turned to level a sharp look at Abigail. “Really?” Abigail nodded. “Yes. It was a coincidence…” “You know her, Mick?” As Layla glanced between Abigail and…
Diarmuid slowly turned around just then. Abigail could not hide in time, and Diarmuid saw her trying to blink back her tears. There was a twitch in his gaze, though soon he regained his calm. “Are you upset?” Abigail wiped her own face firmly and said stubbornly, “I’m not.” “Oh.” Diarmuid turned and headed to…
“Babies get sick often,” Mrs. Watson told Abigail then. “You don’t have to worry–I’ll take good care of him.” Abigail was certainly more than grateful toward Mrs. Watson–she would not be able to work without worry if not for the latter, and she would always keep that in her heart. Since she had certain things…
Right now, Mick was seeing red and was capable of anything. “Don’t even think about it,” Mick simply moved up, blocking the way to the door and shutting it. On the other hand, Abigail had a general idea now after hearing so much. Stephen and Mick were good friends, and Stephen had agreed to surgically…
That question had been nagging Diarmuid for a while. Abigail explained, “I saw Layla Gooding’s photo on your desk, and she looked just like Stephen Carr’s photo of a special patient. Luckily, I have Stephen’s trust, and I managed to make contact with her. My guess was that you’re investigating her, so I wanted to…