Chapter 153 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Abigail gestured for her to put the food aside, and pulled Sheryl outside without waking Ricky.

“Samantha’s dead.”

“What?!” Sheryl was bewildered.

“Keep it down, Mom. You’d wake Ricky–he must be feeling miserable right now.”

Still, Sheryl was confused. “Shouldn’t she be in prison? How did it happen?”

The situation was not exactly clear, so Abigail didn’t tell Sheryl much. “I don’t know. We’ll see what comes of the investigation.”

Sheryl nodded.

“Please take care of Ricky over the next few days, and be mindful about his mood,” Abigail told Sheryl.

“I know,” Sheryl replied. “I’ll take good care of him.”

Meanwhile, in the ward, Ricky did not actually fall asleep.

He was pretending because he did not want to talk to

Abigail or see her.

He had slipped out of the hospital last night, wanting to see Samantha, only to find an ice–cold corpse.

He whipped out his phone to once again review the video of the place where Smaantha died.

When he asked Abigail if Diarmuid was with her, she told him that Diarmuid was busy with work.

And yet, he showed up there, where Samantha died.

Click!

Suddenly, the door opened.

Ricky hid his phone under his blanket, and moved so quickly that neither Abigail nor Sheryl noticed it.

Sheryl walked up to the food she left on the bedside shelf. “You must be hungry, right? Come have some breakfast.”

As she spoke, she unboxed the food she had cooked meticulously.

“I’m not hungry. Can I be alone for a while?” Ricky’s expression and tone was flat, but he didn’t appear too miserable.

Sheryl tried to talk to him, but Abigail stopped her. “Let’s give him some space, Mom.”

As such, Sheryl restrained herself. However, she told

Ricky, “I’ll leave everything here. Eat it when you’re hungry.”

Ricky did not respond, however, leaving her sighing.

“Alright,” Abigail said as she pulsed Sheryl along. “Take your time, Ricky.”

Closing the door behind her, she told Sheryl, “Ricky needs time to accept reality. He won’t be eating, but don’t try to be pushy. Samantha’s his mother, and being unable to take it is normal.”

Sheryl understood. “I’m just worried about his health. He’s still hurt, and he’d harm his own health if he gets too depressed.”

Abigail stared at her mother lengthily. Sheryl was much too kind for her own good. Abigail was surprised how Sheryl could bear no ill will towards Ricky, the son of the woman who ruined her marriage, and genuinely treat him like her own son.

For some reason, Abigail felt that something changed in Ricky today. She couldn’t tell what it was, but it was there!

Naturally, she was worried that Ricky would get confrontational with Sheryl and hurt Sheryl.

“Mom, you should really know when to quit.”

Sheryl understood what Abigail was getting at, but did not take it to heart–she genuinely believed that Ricky and

Samantha were different.

For Abigail’s part, she did not persist. She soon left since she had other things to do.

She went to meet Miss Lang, who treated Abigail to breakfast at a good diner to thank Abigail for her help the other day at the dance competition.

Over at Sky Group, Stan was already waiting when Diarmuid arrived, having found the location where the anonymous text was sent.

“It’s actually from Ian’s casino ship. Someone took it out to sea even though it had been confiscated–when my men and I found it, we searched it again and found the computer which sent the text. All clues and evidence point to the Althoffs.”

Diarmuid sat behind his desk, lounging against his chair.

He listened to Stan’s words, but said nothing. He was preoccupied with his thoughts–even if the Althoffs did this, what was their point? Did the death of Samantha serve any purpose?

Suddenly, Diarmuid narrowed his eyes–Samantah was survived by her son.

He connected the dots right there and then.

They had lured him there so he would show up at the place where Samantha died… So that Ricky would think that he murdered Samantha, and then use him against

Ricky.

That meant Ricky would have evidence he killed Samantha, which was mostly likely a video since it was both direct and incriminating.

Once they had a video of Diarmuid showing up where she died, all they had to do was send it to Ricky and tell him that Diarmuid killed his mother.

Rising to his feet, Diarmuid said, “We’re going to the hospital.

“Why?” Stan could hardly keep up.

Diarmuid didn’t have time to explain. “Let’s just go.

“Okay.” Stan quickly followed.

However, they had just taken the elevator and arrived downstairs when Diarmuid’s phone rang. He hurriedly answered it.

“Hello, Diarmuid. It’s your Aunt Quincy-”

Diarmuid hung up before Quincy could finish.

Within the minute, Stan’s phone rang–it was Quincy again. “Tell Diarmuid that I have Kathy York. I’ll have her deflowered if he still doesn’t answer my call!”

Stan had to pass Quincy’s message to Diarmuid, who stopped and turned to stare at him. “What?!”

Stan repeated Quincy’s message, and asked, “What would she want with Kathy?”

Diarmuid held out his hand. “Give me the phone.”

Stan did so, and he asked coldly, “What do you want?”

Quincy went straight to the point. “I heard Kathy saved you from drowning that one time. Everything you owned now would’ve been my son’s if you died back then–did you think I’d spare her after she ruined my schemes?”

“What do you want?” Diarmuid repeated.

“Cutting to the chase already? Good. Since Kathy saved you, she must be important to you, right? So let’s make an exchange–Kathy for my son. How about that?”

After Quincy had met Kathy, she found out that Kathy was fond of Diarmuid, and they had agreed to work together.

As she carried out her scheme, Quincy remembered that she could use this to force Diarmuid to make an exchange, and save her own son.

“Your son isn’t with me,” Diarmuid said, while giving Stan a look–the latter understood and quietly left to track down Quincy.

“Oh, you’re smart, Diarmuid–but I’m not stupid either. Don’t interfere, and I can save my son without issue.”

“What if I said no?” Diarmuid growled.

“Then my people will take their turns having their way with Kathy York. Could you really bear to see that happen? She’s your savior. Are you really not going to lift a finger?”

She breathed ‘your savior‘ with emphasis–she had always denied pushing Diarmuid into that pond since there was no evidence against her, and now, she was basically bragging about it.

Diarmuid naturally knew it was her, but she remained untouched because of Henry.

Now that the truce was broken, there was no reason for her to hide it.

Diarmuid laughed coldly. “Wrong number, ma’am. You should be talking to the police.”

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