So that was why Diarmuid brought her here. To clear the air?
Oh, to think that the big man had to do this like a mere mortal…
Stan wanted to laugh, but Diarmuid shot him a cold glare.
Cowing immediately, Stan excused himself by saying, “I still have work to do, so…”
“Wait,” Diarmuid stopped him. “Pass the document on the table to Kathy, and tell her to deliver it to Quincy. Do you know what to tell her?”
“Don’t worry, sir. I know what to do.” Stan assured him.
“Good. Now, go.”
After Stan left the office with the document, Abigail asked, “What’s the document?”
Diarmuid squeezed her hand again. “Bait that Quincy would definitely fall for.”
Abigail glanced at him sideways. His facial features had always been pronounced, and his confident look only made him even more mesmerizing.
She realized she was getting even crazier about him now.
There was a diner that started business early opposite Sky Group headquarters.
The food was exquisite, and since it was a business district, one would often see people meeting up there, having breakfast while discussing work.
“I want to start work again,” Abigail suddenly blurted out.
She had handed over management of Bernstein Holdings to Ricky, and now that she had nothing to do, she could return her focus to her dream job and fulfill her ambition.
“I can be your sugar daddy.” Diarmuid said.
“No,” Abigail rejected him swiftly-there was no way she would stay at home for the rest of her life.
She had her own dream, and an ideal to strive for.
Diarmuid held her gaze for two seconds. He soon decided that keeping her at home might be a dishonor to her, especially since she had a speciality.
“Alright, which hospital do you want to work at? I’ll help-”
“No,” Abigail said, cutting him short. “No string pulling. I’ll depend solely on my own abilities, and tread as far as I can.”
Unlike other professions, getting higher qualifications as a doctor without actual merit would only hurt others.
Abigail wanted to build her career steadily, and Diarmuid chuckled.
“Alright, if that’s what you want… but,” he said, his tone changing sharply, “Come to me directly if you feel doubtful again. Don’t bottle it in and stress yourself out.”
“Yeah, I should’ve trusted you,” Abigail murmured softly-this was certainly her own shortcoming, because she should not have doubted him over nothing!
If Diarmuid never noticed and she kept acting suspicious, their relationship definitely would have been affected-since they had just started, they did not hold absolute faith in each other yet.
Picking up a piece of pie and holding it inches from her lips, he said, “Try this. It’s good.”
Abigail felt a sliver of embarrassment, but ate it eventually. The crunchy crust and the sweetness of the filling unfurled in her mouth, and she held a hand over her mouth as she said, “It’s good.”
She then picked up another slice, and Diarmuid watched as she stuffed her cheeks like a hamster. Unable to resist smiling in amusement, he picked up a napkin and wiped some crumbs off the corner of her lips. “Slow down. No one is taking it from you.”
Abigail finished the slice in a few chomps before picking up another slice which she held near his lips. “I’m not that greedy.”
Diarmuid grinned, happy that she was feeding him, and not because of the food.
After they ate, Abigail said, “I’m heading to the hospital. I’m worried Ricky would think that you really killed Samantha and tried to hurt you, and I don’t want him to do anything stupid either. I’m hoping that he can really become family now.”
She was certainly worried that Ricky would run astray.
“Okay,” Diarmuid replied. “I’ll have Jimmy drive you,”
Sheryl had already helped Ricky get discharged from the hospital by the time Abigail arrived, and they were packing his belongings in his ward before heading home.
Seeing that, Abigail asked, “You’re leaving this early? Your arm still isn’t better yet.”
“The doctor told me that I can, and all I do is lie around here.” Ricky smiled. “Getting to stand and walk is so much better, and I’m still keeping the tourniquet on anyway. You’re a doctor too, aren’t you? I can count on you if anything comes up at home, right?”
He looked like he was in a much better mood, as if nothing had happened before.
“Broken bones aren’t my specialty,” Abigail said, staring at him for a while before adding, ” Still, if the doctor says that you can leave, you must be fine.”
In fact, she thought that it was good that Ricky was getting discharged. Being left alone in a room would make his mind wander.
Since Jimmy was with Abigail, they conveniently had a way to return to Bernstein Mansion.
Sheryl told Abigail to call Diarmuid over for lunch, but Abigail quickly refused, since he must be busy at the moment.
“Next time, Mom.”
Sheryl knew that Diarmuid would not be free either, though for some reason, she admired everything about him ever since she accepted him.
Just like a fawning mother-in-law, she had an increased appreciation for him.
Meanwhile, Abigail was watching as she retired to her room, and her expression turned solemn as she turned to Ricky. “Listen, Ricky. Diarmuid has no grievance against you, and he has even less reason to hurt your mother. Please don’t listen to the people who are trying to deceive you.”
“What are you talking about, sis? What does it have to do with Diarmuid?” Ricky quickly cut her short. “I’m not suspecting anything.”
Abigail was skeptical. “Really?”
“Yeah. Oh, that reminds me,” Ricky said, and headed to the study before returning with an invitation. “Here’s an invitation to a medical forum. I thought you’d be interested.”
Abigail took it, her eyes twinkling. “Where did you get it?”
Ricky averted his eyes. “I overheard someone talking about it at the hospital, so I pulled some strings.”
Abigail clapped him on the shoulder.
“Oh, you shouldn’t have… Hold on!” she suddenly cried out.
Ricky asked, “What’s wrong?”
Abigail had already sprung to her feet. “Look at the date-it’s today, and it starts at nine… but it’s 8:50 now! I won’t make it if I don’t go now. I should attend it too, since it must’ve been. hard to get this. I can’t miss it.”
“Thanks, Ricky,” Abigail said, not forgetting to thank him as well.
“It’s nothing,” Ricky replied, watching her. “You’re my sister, after all.”
“I’ll treat you to a nice dinner next time,” she said as she reached the doorway. “Bye!”
Hurrying to Jimmy, she said, “Quick, take me to the Central Hospital.”
Although Jimmy started the car right away, he asked in curiosity, “Again?”
“Something came up,” Abigail said patiently. “Hurry, or I’ll be late.”
“Okay,” Jimmy replied.
They arrived at 9:25, but when Abigail reached the conference hall of the hospital, she found it empty.
Puzzled, she glanced at the address on the invitation, but she was at the right place….
So why was it empty?
She whipped out her phone to call Ricky, but that was when she picked up the faint scent of a drug. However, she was so accustomed to smelling it that she could not identify what it was…
When she realized what it was, her body was already losing strength.
Did she just fall for a trap?
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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