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.
Ember was certainly quick-witted. But although she managed to guess that someone had set her up in such a short time, she could not think of anyone who would do this to her. ‘Just put on your clothes and leave!” Zachary snapped right then and turned to leave. Ember quickly caught him. “Listen to me,…
Told as much, the head nurse hung up and turned toward Diarmuid and Abigail.” I’m sorry, but your child’s remains have been cremated.” Diarmuid frowned-they were almost eager to show them before, and should at least inform them before something like this. Why did they not do so? Is it possible that they had nothing?…
However, she was too tired to even stand, and simply nestled against Diarmuid’s neck while pretending to sleep, reluctant to talk to Debbie. Once outside, Debbie opened the door for Diarmuid, who carried Abigail inside. They headed straight home, and Stephen returned home as well. Sheryl Harris had cleaned the house and their rooms when…
It meant Abigail’s hunch was wrong, and could she have been paranoid? However, she knows that Debbie wanted Diarmuid, and would be only too eager to return to Diarmuid’s side. “What is it?” Diarmuid asked. Abigail shook her head. “It’s nothing.” “Okay. Now get some proper rest,” he said, pulling the blanket over her. “Yeah,”…
“Well, should I send her away?” Zachary asked, since he really did not know Erin. “Leave her be,” Diarmuid said flatly. “Now tell me about you.” “Me?” Zachary felt embarrassed to even start. However, he needed an ear given the mess he was in, just as he needed a solution. “Ember Lindt had an affair…”…
“Nothing,” Abigail replied-she certainly thought nothing of it. One would always have many encounters in life, but not all are made to last. Composing herself, she called Ricky, but his phone was turned off. He was in bad shape the last time she saw him and she wondered what happened to him after. It was…
“Actually, getting too many supplements would be harmful instead,” Abigail told Mrs. Watson mildly. “Just shelve it for now.” “Yes, Mrs. Althoff.” Mrs. Watson did as she was told, while Abigail returned to her room. Tommy usually napped in the afternoon, and he was now getting drowsy. He soon dozed off as Abigail carried him…
One of the bodyguards snarled then, “You have a place to meet, don’t you?!’ The street thug nodded. “Yeah.’ The bodyguard turned toward Abigail. “We will head over right now-we might reach them in time.” Abigail nodded. “Yeah.” With that, the bodyguards shoved the street thug into the car and drove off. Sheryl walked up…
Moreover, not only did the wine have a high alcohol content, but Zachary had spiked it to get him intoxicated quicker. Soon, Peter’s gaze was unfocused and Zachary put his phone nearby on recorder mode while continuing to pour more wine for him. Then, Zachary seemingly asked casually, “My mom claimed that she murdered Lulu…
Peter held his gaze for a moment, and suddenly clapped him on the shoulder. “No. You can leave this to me.” Naturally, he still had doubts about Zachary. “Sure,” Zachary replied. “You can go now. I need to think about this.” Zachary left the room, and told Ember, “You should stay here, keep your parents…