“My people will return with Moneypenny, and we’ll get to the bottom of this!” Henry assured her. “Rushing into things does nothing–you’d be no different from a headless fly crashing blindly everywhere. Give me time so that we can find Moneypenny and get to the truth!”
Abigail knew that she was just being impulsive and unable to stay calm.
After all, the fate of her son was unknown.
She started to wobble, unable to stand straight.
“I promise you, I’ll find them,” Henry said he certainly knew Moneypenny thoroughly after the man had served him for so long
Abigail did her best to take deep breaths and calm herself.
Everything was far beyond what she could have expected.
After looking at Henry for a while, she could tell that he was not lying.
But in that case, who was the mastermind behind Moneypenny?
Henry thought of the same question, and his first thought was Ian Althoff and his wife- they did attack Diarmuid before.
He had warned them to stay in line, but there was still a chance that they were up to no good!
“Does Diarmuid know about Tommy?” Henry asked tentatively then.
“He doesn’t,” Abigail replied–she did not have the time to tell him.
“Don’t tell him for now,” Henry said quietly. “With your child’s fate unknown, he’ll rush into things once he finds out. You don’t want him to do anything dangerous, do you?”
“No, I don’t.” Abigail pursed her lips–she certainly knew Diarmuid’s temper.
If he knew that their child was still alive but missing, he would not just sit and wait.
“Sir, Moneypenny’s family is gone. They must have left earlier,” one of the servants reported. just then.
Henry’s expression turned grave and he rose to his feet. “Let’s go.”
Remembering Abigail just then, he told her, “Stay here and wait for me.”
Abigail was silent, but she decided that she could not wait–she would leave and start searching.
Abigail decided that she could not sit and wait!
As Henry left for Ian’s home, Abigail left Althoff Manor, though she lingered at the gates, wondering as to who would want to abduct her baby…
Bzzt-
Her phone suddenly rang.
When she answered, Sheryl was crying urgently from the other end. “Abigail? Please come home quickly!”
“What’s wrong?” Abigail asked.
“It’s the people who took Tommy. They’re asking for you!”
Abigail became spirited the instant she heard that there was a clue about Tommy’s whereabouts.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” she replied, and quickly used her phone to summon a taxi.
That was when a car drove up to Althoff Manor.
Stan alighted, but averted his eyes when he saw Abigail.
For her part, she was actually confused why he would come at this hour. “Why are you here?” she asked.
“There’s something I have to get,” Stan replied, and headed into the manor.
Abigail did not press the subject since she could not spare a thought for anything but Tommy- nothing was more important than her baby.
Still, Stan soon stepped out with a chest, and Abigail remembered seeing it.
Henry had also told her that before that the chest was very precious to Diarmuid.
“Why are you taking that?” she asked in curiosity.
“Mr. Althoff told me to get it and give it to Kathy York,” Stan admitted.
Abigail did a double take, and asked, “Isn’t it supposed to be very precious to him?”
Stan appeared afraid to look into Abigail’s eyes. “It’s just an object, no matter how precious it is. Also, I don’t think I’ll be visiting your company from now on–you should consult someone else if you need help.”
With that, he got into his car.
Abigail quickly ran up to him, asking, “Stan, please explain! What was that supposed to mean?”
“I’m just doing what Mr. Althoff told me to do,” he said as he started his car. “If there’s anything you’re confused about, just ask him yourself.”
“Diarmuid? He told you to do it?” she pressed.
Stan sighed. “I’ll be honest–he adores you very much, and has been most patient with you. And yet, you keep running away or try to fix him up with other women, so I think he’s truly giving up on you this time…”
“So he’s into Kathy York now?” she rasped. “He’s even giving her what was most precious to him?”
“I’m not sure,” Stan replied. “I’m just following orders, and again–if there’s anything you’re confused about, just ask him yourself.”
With that, he sped off.
Abigail’s face was ashen.
So Diarmuid was serious when he said he would divorce her?
He was already wooing another woman as well, and not shying from giving away his most precious object?
Her lips curled up in a bitter smile.
He had kept saying that he loved her, but he never gave that to her.
It seemed that Kathy was more important, did it not?
As those thoughts crossed her mind, icy tears trickled down her cheeks, but she wiped them away firmly!
Men were volatile, and a man like Diarmuid even more so!
He was probably sick of her now–she was stupid to think that she could make up with him!
After drying her tears, she reared her head and decided that she did not have to mourn losing a man like him.
He certainly did not deserve to be the father of her child!
Moreover, she had no time to shed tears now–what she must do now was find her child soon.
Her taxi soon arrived after, and she hurried back to Bernstein Mansion, asking the instant she stepped through the door, “Who is it? Who took Tommy?!”
Sheryl did not have time to answer when the man in the living room stood up and said, “It’s me.”
It was only then that Abigail saw the man in the living room.
“You?!” She gaped, but at the next instant, she had bounded forward and grabbed Harvey Gooding by the collar, bellowing, “Why did you take my Tommy?! Give him back!”
“That can be arranged, under one condition,” Harvey replied, calmly looking at her.
“What is it?”
“Marry me.”
“You’re crazy!” Abigail’s eyes were red.
“After Diarmuid did me dirty,” Harvey replied, breathing every word with weighted purpose, “I’d be a failure if I did nothing!”
“Go mess with him all you want!” Abigail laughed icily. “What does my child have to do with that? Hell, your proposal is even more ridiculous! Did you take the wrong meds, or did you finally lose your mind?”
“Neither. Right now–no, my mind is clear the instant I took your child,” Harvey breathed with rising agitation. “I knew Diarmuid Althoff loved you the instant he spent millions on that painting, and what do you think he would do if I took you from him?”
Abigail did a double take, and then laughed so hard she was shedding tears. “You’re really mistaken there he doesn’t love me at all. I would suggest that you abduct Kathy York instead of messing with me. Now, give me back my child!”
“Abigail Bernstein!” Harvey bellowed. “Do you think I’m an idiot?!”
He had been keeping an eye on Diarmuid and Abigail for a while now. Things had clearly been amicable between them–he would no longer believe Abigail’s claims that Diarmuid hated her.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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