Abigail would’ve never suspected Rocky, but remembering all the things he had been up to recently made him a suspicious target.
“Abigail…”
“Mom,” Abigail cut Sheryl short again. “Don’t let Ricky near Tommy.”
“Why?!” Sheryl asked, and soon came to a realization.” Does that mean he was hurting Tommy?”
Abigail only had her suspicions, however. Alas, she didn’t have evidence to form conclusions.
“Just go home for now, Mom. Don’t tell Ricky about Tommy. Just say that I went looking for Diarmuid with him.”
“Okay…” Sheryl didn’t understand what the doctor was saying or the nature of Tommy’s condition, and so asked,
“Is this serious? Is that stuff going to hurt him?”
Abigail did not want her mother to worry, and so said, “It’s fine.”
“Oh, that’s a relief,” Sheryl exclaimed.
However, it wasn’t until she left that Abigail let her feelings show.
They were lucky they noticed early, or else…
Even so, she couldn’t bear Tommy being hurt repeatedly.
“I’ll have your baby admitted to the hospital,” the doctor said, to which Abigail nodded.
She and the doctor had been acquainted for quite a while, and he was eager to help her–such as getting Tommy admitted right this moment. After some discussion, they decided to start his medication as well. Since he was a baby, keeping him at a hospital would allow him to be treated in time should he get sick again.
It was only until the evening that Tommy became quiet. He slept after having some formula milk.
That was when Abigail’s phone suddenly started ringing. She immediately became wary when she heard the voice from the other end.
Ricky was the caller. He asked, “I heard Tommy’s sick. Is he better now?”
Abigail did her best to pretend that she never found out, and instead asked calmly, “Who told you that Tommy is sick?“!
“Sheryl told me,” Ricky replied.
“My mom?” Abigail exclaimed in feigned surprise, setting her bait.
Ricky naturally took the bait, and pressed, “What happened to Tommy?”
Abigail’s gaze turned cool and vicious. She had believed that Ricky was different from Samantha, and so had done her best to encourage him, caring for him and making him feel like family.
Yet…
“Yeah,” she finally said.
“Is it serious?” Ricky asked worriedly.
“He’s been admitted. You can come by to check on him if you’re worried,” Abigail told him.
“Alright, which hospital is it? I’ll be right there.”
Abigail gave him a location before hanging up and calling Diarmuid.
“Hello?”
“It’s me. Can you send me some well–trained bodyguards?”
Diarmuid grew tense right there and then. “What happened?”
“Can you send them?” Abigail refrained from mentioning Tommy.
She didn’t want to keep it from Diarmuid, but this was a matter that concerned her family.
If it really was Ricky, Diarmuid would show now mercy if he found out–just as Abigail wouldn’t!
“Of course,” Diarmuid replied.
Abigail gave him the address and hung up.
On the other end, Diarmuid thought he smelled something, fishy. Abigail wouldn’t ask for protection for no reason.
After pondering for a while, he paged Debbie the secretary. “Ask Jimmy to come to my office.”
“Yes, Mr. Althoff.” Debbie did so soon after he hung up, and Jimmy the chauffeur arrived at Diarmuid’s office in no time at all.
“Did Abigail go anywhere after you took her to the Bernstein
Mansion?” Diarmuid asked.
“She headed to the hospital since there wasn’t anyone home,” Jimmy replied.
Diarmuid raised a brow, sensing a foreboding feeling…
Meanwhile, Iren had been waiting for half an hour at the hospital when Diarmuid’s men arrived–there were five of them, and they all appeared well–trained.
However, Abigail asked for them not to beat up Ricky, but to protect Tommy instead.
“Please stay here and keep watch. No one is allowed to enter this ward without my permission,” she told them.
“Of course, ma’am. Mr. Althoff himself told us to follow any orders from you before we came. Just say the word.”
Abigail smiled begrudgingly. “I have none–I just hope that you can keep my baby safe.”
Having made the arrangements there, Abigail left the ward.
Abigail was naturally relieved to have Diarmuid’s men standing guard.
She headed to the elevator, when Ricky happened to arrive, appearing tense. “Where’s Tommy? Is he better now? Can I visit him?”
Abigail calmly studied Ricky’s face, intending to find a tell and perceive if his anxiety was feigned.
However, he appeared to be too good an actor–she found nothing!
“Come with me, Ricky.” She entered the elevator and pressed the button to head downstairs.
“Is there something you need?” Ricky asked.
“Yeah,” Abigail answered quickly.
“What is it?”
“I’ll tell you later,” Abigail replied.
“Okay.” Ricky did not say anything else.
When the elevator stopped, Abigail left the elevator first and headed straight to the parking lot behind the hospital, leading Ricky there.
“Abigail? Why did you take me here?” Ricky asked, uncertain.
Abigail ensured that there was no one around before she answered him. “I have a question–are you sure my mother told you that Tommy was sick?”
Ricky didn’t expect that from her and it showed on his face, but he quickly composed himself. “Y–Yeah.”
He was too young, and his poker -face was lacking as Abigail stared into his eyes, he nervously averted his gaze.
“I had my mom promise not to tell anyone that Tommy’s sick–especially you. I know her, and she always keeps her promise. Not to mention, she has even less reason to tell you because it concerns Tommy.”
“S–So what?” Ricky forced a smile.
Abigail held her gaze as she continued, “If I remember correctly, you seemed to know that Tommy got sick as soon as you called me. Only my mother and myself know, and if neither of us told you, how did you know that Tommy was sick?”
Ricky became speechless and frantic right then, and his gaze was darting evasively.
“I…”
He was trying to explain, but stopped as if a cat got his tongue.
“You laced Tommy’s formula milk, didn’t you?” Abigail asked, now certain that Ricky was the culprit.
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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