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.
As such, he told her simply and solemnly, “I want more children, especially a daughter.” “I know,” Abigail replied, and was reminded of something else just then. “By the way, did you know that Whitney Cox is alive?” “What?” “Yeah, she wasn’t dead. She had plastic surgery, changed her name, and married Chad Ross.” Diarmuid…
“Okay, I will,” she replied. “Get here as fast as you can.” Abigail was actually a little anxious since there were no taxis in sight at the moment. It must be serious, too -Stephen could lose cornposure before. While she was lucky to catch a taxi soon, it still took her half an hour to…
Coming to her senses, Abigail turned toward the nurse. “Yes?” “There’s a courier waiting for you at the front desk, saying that you have a parcel waiting.” “Okay.” Abigail nodded. She headed to the front desk where the courier was waiting, and asked when she saw her, “Excuse me, are you Abigail Bernstein?” “Yes,” Abigail…
Naturally, neither of them dared to speak further after that, and simply stood there in silence. After a long while, Diarmuid said quietly, “Both of you can go.” James and Stan traded glances, and almost spoke at the same time, “Accidents can happen during surgery…” “I said, you can go. Understand?” Diarmuid said, cutting them…
Harvey huffed, “Do you even have a conscience?!” “Your mother can be discharged now. I can help you with the arrangements any time,” Abigail said flatly. Harvey was left at a loss for words again. She was killing him! “I guess both of you are reptiles-you’re made for each other. Even if I wasn’t doing…
There was a clear twitch in Diarmuid’s calm gaze right then, as if he was hopeful about what Abigail was going to say. However, before Abigail could tell him that Yvaine’s death had nothing to do with her, she remembered the letter Yvaine left her. Caught in a dilemma just then, her lips trembled as…
“Okay, thank you.” Rosa smiled. Harvey looked at Abigail just then. “We will be leaving today.” “Safe travels,” Abigail replied. Harvey pursed his lips. “I thought you’d say the next part too.” Abigail was actually puzzled. “The next part? What is it?” “…Don’t ever come back,” Harvey finished. Abigail was actually left stumped for a…
As she answered it, Sheryl Harris asked over the other end, “Are you free tonight? Bring Tommy over if you can-I miss him.” “Okay,” Abigail replied. “Also…” Sheryl paused for a while before adding, “Bring Diarmuid too. I’ll try to cook more for him.” The mention of Diarmuid left Abigail hanging her head. “He’s abroad…
That left the baby frowning and pouting, seemingly hating it. “Oh, it’s just a little peck. Don’t cry,” Ricky said, but quickly returned him to Abigail, worried that he would start crying. Taking back Tommy, Abigail said, “See? He hates you.” “Come on, I brush my teeth everyday. My breath is fine,” Ricky chuckled. As…
Reaching out to brush the dangling lock of hair behind her ear, he quietly said, “You look so beautiful today.” Abigail smiled in earnest then–any woman would be flattered by their man. Central Tower–the venue of the wedding–was grand and lively. The Slates and the Lindts carried influence in Cloud City, and a strategic marriage…