Chapter 155 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Before this, he had always remembered —even obsessed over–the girl who saved him from that pond, but here she was, standing right there…and he felt nothing.

“It only happened because of Quincy. Don’t you want revenge?” Diarmuid asked.

Kathy finally came to her senses then, but stayed quiet.

Revenge? She was working with Quincy!

The look in her eyes allowed Diarmuid to see through her with ease.

So she really was putting up an act with Quincy, even at the cost of her modesty?

Still, Diarmuid was impressed by how manipulative Quincy could be.

“You helped her, and she got her son back. But what do you get?” he pointed out.

Kathy finally thought about it. Diarmuid was right–she got nothing except spite from Diarmuid, and how he knocked her away just now was proof enough.

You only do that to someone you were earnestly disgusted with!

“What do I have?” she asked herself.

And the answer was nothing.

Before this, she had her looks and her chastity… But she had nothing left after working with Quincy, let alone a chance to make Diarmuid hers!

“She’s the reason you have nothing now. I can help if you want revenge, but if you don’t, take the money, and move someplace else no one knows you.”

With that, Diarmuid strode out of the ward. Kathy hesitated for a moment before running up and catching the hem of his jacket, screaming, “I want revenge!”

Diarmuid wheeled on Kathy with an icy glare.

She flinched, and quickly let go of him.

His severe expression faded, and he said, “I’ll let you keep your job.”

“Really?” Kathy exclaimed in disbelief.

“If Quincy asked…”

“I got it,” Kathy said, her mind suddenly sharp. “I’ll tell her that you are warming up to me.”

“Good,” Diarmuid said.

Kathy then asked, “How will I get my revenge?”

“Win her trust. I’ll slowly teach you how to get back at her.”

“Really?” Kathy asked stupidly.

“Of course.”

Kathy was certainly overjoyed, so much that she was forgetting what had happened just hours ago.

Nearby, Stan was raising a brow–is Diarmuid going to use Kathy against Quincy?

One must say that his method of turning Quincy’s scheme against her was devastating!

“Take your time to get better,” Diarmuid said, and left.

Stan followed Diarmuid and asked softly, “Sir, she did save you before… Using her like this is a little cruel, don’t you think?”

Diarmuid glanced at him and snorted. “Does she deserve anything? She’s in league with Quincy.”

“That’s just her being stupid,” Stan pointed out. “She was simply manipulated and exploited.”

After all, she was being used like a tool by Quincy, and had her chastity taken in the process–what was she if not stupid?

“Yeah, she ruined my image of her,” Diarmuid growled as he got in his car.

Stan missed that. “What was that, sir?”

“Nothing,” Diarmuid said flatly, clearly reluctant to speak further. And so, Stan stopped pressing him.

From Stan’s perspective, Diarmuid had become so sick of

Kathy that he didn’t feel protective towards her even if she did save him before.

But after working for Diarmuid for so long, Stan was used to

Diarmuid’s cold nature.

After breakfast with Miss Lang, Abigail headed to Bernstein Holdings. Since Ricky had kept things going and resolved the previous crisis, everyone was more or less staying in line and not causing trouble.

It suddenly occurred to Abigail that Ricky might stop thinking about Samantha if he was busy, and she quickly headed back to the Bernstein Mansion, gathering all the materials she had and consulted Mr. Cooper, Lionel’s lawyer, to come up with an agreement.

When the draft was done, she took it with her to the hospital.

“You’re back already, Abigail? You’re worried, aren’t you? I’m honestly fine,” Ricky said, though he was a little surprised to see her return.

Abigail glanced at the food on the table, which had been untouched, and walked up to take them away.

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“It’s cold now, so you shouldn’t eat these,” she said as she cleaned them up. “Is there anything you’re craving? I can buy it for you.”

Ricky thought about it and said, “Apple pie.”

“Alright, I’ll get it for you.” Abigail promptly left, and traveled some distance to a restaurant with good viral reviews to get it.

“It’s good,” Ricky commented after finishing one slice.

Abigail was keeping an eye on him. Knowing that he was feigning composure, she said, “You can cry if you want.”

Ricky simply picked up another slice and ate in silence.

Seeing no outburst from him, Abigail took out the agreement, “Take a look at this after you’re finished. You can sign it if you find no issues.”

Ricky looked up abruptly, his eyes widened in surprise after he scanned through the agreement.

“What…?”

“Our father wanted you in charge of Bernstein Holdings anyway,” Abigail told him. “He didn’t give it to you right away because he’s worried about your lack of experience. I went to check on things today, and it’s obvious you’ve proven yourself. Plus, I’m too busy since I have to take care of Tommy. So, I’m handing the company to you right now. You know I was never interested anyway–my lifelong ambition is to be a doctor.”

Abigail simply wanted Ricky to know that she had no intent on keeping Bernstein Holdings for herself, and that she would not meddle once he took over.

Still, Ricky was actually suspicious instead of happy that she was giving him Bernstein Holdings at this time, and wondered what her intention was.

Was it because she knew Diarmuid had murdered his mother, and the company was given to appease him?

“I’m still young, Abigail. Dad wanted you to manage it, so you do it,” he said, and continued eating his pie.

Abigail was aware he wanted Bernstein Holdings dearly before… Yet, he was turning her down?

“Look, Ricky–your mom and I had our differences, but she’s gone now, and every grievance went with her. We share the same father even though we had different mothers, meaning that we’re connected by blood. We’re family from now on.

“You’ve always been family to me,” Ricky simply said.

Abigail clapped him on the shoulder. “That’s why you have every reason to sign this.”

“Okay.” Ricky picked up the paper, but Abigail realized that she did not even bring a pen.

She borrowed one from the nurse’s station, and Ricky signed it.

Suddenly, he looked at her solemnly and asked, “Abigail… If your lover and I are both in danger, who would you save?”

Abigail was dumbfounded, and considerably embarrassed with Ricky’s use of love.

Still, she smiled. “That’s not going to happen. Also, you’re both big men. If either of you were in danger, I won’t be in a position to help.

Ricky didn’t give up, however. “I’m just saying–in a situation where Diarmuid and I need your help, but you can only save one of us… Who would you save?”

It was certainly a dilemma for Abigail.

Diarmuid was her lover, and she wouldn’t give up on her easily since they had a child together–she had every intention to spend the rest of her life loving him.

On the other hand, she and Ricky shared a bloodline–he was basically family.

She didn’t want to give up on either of them.

“What’s gotten into you-”

“Sister, please.” Ricky deliberately used the word.

Abigail joked, “Fine. I won’t help either of you–you’re both on your own.”

Ricky was naturally disappointed.

“But I’m your younger brother.”

Abigail smiled, pretending to miss the point. “That you are.

“Well, I’m keeping this,” Ricky said, glancing at the agreement.

“It’s yours in the first place.” Abigail told him.

They chatted for a while before Abigail left the hospital.

She had the feeling that Ricky was acting strangely, and kept thinking about him, leaving her distracted on her way home.

Did Ricky just make her choose sides?

She refuted the thought, since Ricky and Diarmuid weren’t even acquainted–there shouldn’t be grievances between them.

So why would Ricky test her? Or was she just paranoid?

Ding-

Her cell phone jingled just then, and she picked it up, tapping on it distractedly. She saw a photo.

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