Ricky panicked. “No, I didn’t mean to do it… I never wanted to hurt Tommy!”
His words were almost hysterical, but it was clear he was feeling guilty.
Abigail’s demeanor turned cold. “You’re our father’s only son, and I would’ve given you the family estate in its entirety without taking anything. Why did you think I let you take management over Bernstein Holdings? Why did you have to do this, Ricky?!”
“I didn’t do anything! Really!” Ricky was still trying to deny it as vehemently as he could.
That was when Abigail suddenly whipped out a scalpel and pressed it against his chest. “I’m a doctor, and I can reach your heart with pinpoint position. Don’t think that this scalpel is too small to inflict any damage–I can ensure that you bleed out with just a little push, even if the hospital is right here!”
She was naturally prepared when she called Ricky out here it was the reason why she brought him out here alone in the first place.
Ricky was petrified. “S–Stop…!”
“Are you going to talk now?” Abigail pressed.
Seeing that the cat was out of the bag, Ricky cried, “I–I
didn’t want to do it… Believe me…!”
Abigail promptly cut Ricky short, disregarding his cries.” Don’t give me that! Just tell me–do you still hold a grudge against me? Or did someone tell you to do this?!”
Ricky quickly shook his head. “You’re family, I’d never hold a grudge… Someone threatened me.”
“Who?” Abigail asked sharply.
Ricky took out his phone and gave it to her. “Look here-
it’s anonymous, so I don’t even know who it is. I can’t track the guys down, either.”
Abigail glanced at the screen and frowned. “Your mom’s supposed to be in prison, isn’t she?”
“I checked. She’s really gone,” Ricky admitted, coming clean now that he has nothing to hide. “Every text sent to me was encrypted, and they’re threatening me with my mother’s life! I can’t-”
“So they told you to hurt Tommy?” Abigail cut him short.
Ricky nodded fervently. “Yes! They seemed to know every detail about me, and gave me the substance by mail. They told me it won’t hurt Tommy, but I knew that it won’t do him good either… S–So I just put in a small amount…”
Abigail’s heart skipped a beat. Fury soon overcame her, and she gave Ricky a tight slap across the face right there and then.
“Why didn’t you come to me first if you were in trouble? Did you think I’ll forgive you just because you came clean?!”
Instead of talking things out with her, he had to do things his way–had he slipped up even a little, he could’ve killled Tommy!
Seething, she snarled, “This is all your fault!”
“I know! I’m sorry!” Ricky hung his head, a bright palm print glimmering over his face.
Abigail wasn’t about to accept his apology. “Tell me! What else did they order you to do other than poisoning Tommy?”
“They sent the information about the casino ship and told me to leak it to the media,” Ricky admitted. “I’m sure they want to stay anonymous, which is why they’re using my mother as leverage so that I do everything for them.”
Abigail then remembered Stan telling her and Diarmuid that Ricky was indeed the one who leaked the news to the media. However, who was the one controlling him?
“Look, I know it’s all my fault. Please, please forgive me… “Ricky cried as he dropped to his knees before Abigail. ” They have my mom…”
Though Abigail understood the gravity of the situation, she was still livid.
“I can’t forgive you that easily,” she breathed through clenched teeth. “Whatever the reason you had, you almost killed my baby!”
“I know,” Ricky sobbed, his eyes welling with tears. “I’m worried about my mom… Even if she was terrible to you, I can’t just leave her! She’s still my mom…”
Abigail turned away. “I’ll settle this later, but the pressing thing right now is to find who they are. Otherwise, they’d just hit us from the shadows again!”
Ricky nodded repeatedly. “Y–Yes, of course…”
Abigail clenched her fists. “I’m your sister, but you still wouldn’t trust me. You’d rather be controlled like a puppet when there’s trouble instead of talking to me. Get this in your head–you almost killed Tommy, and he’s just a baby!”
Her words trailed off as her voice suddenly turned raspy.
“I’m sorry…” Ricky repeated.
Abigail didn’t want to hear that now, and she simply told him, “Just tell me right away if they contact you again— two heads are always better than one.”
Ricky nodded, while Abigail mused to herself.
She had no idea who could have enough influence to extract a prisoner out of a penitentiary, and was so intent on killing her baby.
There was no question that they hated her to the bone, but who could it be?
“What should we do now? They’ll keep pushing me if they find out that Tommy’s fine…” Ricky pointed out.
“Go home for now. Tell me if you get another text,” Abigail said, and returned to the hospital alone.
Although there were people guarding. Tommy now, her baby was alone and she was worried…
However, she returned to his ward to find Diarmuid sitting by Tommy’s crib.
Why would he be there?!
Abigail became tense immediately.
Diarmuid’s appearance took her by surprise.
Still, she composed herself as best as she could and smiled. “Hey…”
Diarmuid looked up, his expression impassive. “Where have you been?”
“I–I had something to do.” Abigail fumbled to find the right words while deliberately avoiding Diarmuid’s gaze as she walked to the table, pouring him a glass of water to hide her awkwardness. “You haven’t told me why you’re here…”
Diarmuid’s voice turned cool. “Shouldn’t I check on my son when he’s sick?”
Abigail lowered her gaze, guilty. Diarmuid stared at her for a heartbeat, and turned grumpy.
She wasn’t going to tell him, even though Tommy was their child and was being harmed.
Did she not trust him, or was there some other reason?
“I’m taking Tommy with me,” he suddenly announced.
Abigail looked up right then. “Why?”
“He’s my son.”
“He’s my son too!” Abigail promptly shot back.
Diarmuid held her gaze for a while before saying slowly, “You think you’d have a child without me?”
Abigail was speechless–he sounded just like a dirty old man!
Still, she understood his temper and that she shouldn’t get confrontational, so she conceded. “Look, Tommy’s sick. He shouldn’t leave the hospital right now.”
“How did he get sick?” Diarmuid asked – he wouldn’t press the issue if she told him the truth.
He had learned from Jimmy the chauffeur that Abigail had come here, and quickly looked into it.
He left work immediately when he found out that Tommy was sick, and had a general idea what was happening to his son after asking the doctor.
It seemed that Abigail also knew who hurt Tommy, though she was reluctant to tell him.
“Just leave this to me. Trust me,” Abigail said, holding his gaze.
“Leave it to you? Trust you?” Diarmuid repeated coolly.
Abigail began, “Look, it’s a family matter-”
“And my son was involved. I have to take him away for the sake of his health, and I will hire the best doctor to care for him.”
With those words, he scooped Tommy up in his arms, gently and carefully unlike the clumsy way he did the first time, seemingly having trained considerably to do it.
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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