“Okay,” the nurse said, did as she was told and left.
She was traumatized by Diarmuid’s glare-even if he was really good-looking, she was too afraid to let her stare linger!
Later, both Diarmuid and Abigail arrived at Ricky’s ward, where Sheryl was helping him drink.
Ricky greeted Abigail the instant she saw her, and gave her a pleading look as if asking her not to tell Sheryl what happened-Sheryl would not be this nice if she knew, not to mention that she and Abigail were Ricky’s only family now.
To Ricky’s relief, Abigail nodded, gesturing that she would not tell Sheryl.
Sheryl noticed their exchange since she was looking at Diarmuid, and then disapprovingly at her own. daughter. “He’s hurt and should be resting. Don’t you know how to care for a patient? Hurry, Diarmuid, go sit on that couch.”
While Abigail was left speechless, Diarmuid insisted, “I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not,” Sheryl said. “And you should be resting.”
Issac pursed his lips, his gaze darkening even as Sheryl gestured for Abigail to make him sit.
At the same time, Abigail whispered to him quietly so that only both of them could hear, “I think Mom appreciates having you as her son-in-law.”
Diarmuid held her gaze. “Who wouldn’t appreciate someone as outstanding as me?”
Abigail was left speechless. How narcissistic could he get?
However, it was not the time for that. Turning toward Ricky, she asked, “Did you see that person’s face?”
“I did not,” Ricky replied. “She kept her back to me and she was dressed like a man, but I have the feeling that she’s a woman from her figure and the way she’s dressed, even though I never saw her face. She must have put on a disguise to fool me.”
“A woman?” Abigail was not actually surprised, and immediately thought of Robin Lynd and Kathy York.
Diarmuid said nothing, although he appeared pensive.
“I have an idea,” Ricky said just then.
“What is it?” Abigail asked.
Ricky glanced at Diarmuid and said, “Let’s keep this between us.”
Abigail noticed that he did not want Diarmuid to know, so she walked up to Ricky’s bed. “Tell me.” Ricky beckoned for her to get closer..
Abigail gave Ricky a look, but moved closer so that Ricky whispered into her ear.
“Ask Diarmuid to play dead-”
“What?!” Abigail exclaimed, losing composure before Ricky could even finish.
“Oh, calm down-let me finish,” Ricky assured her.
Abigail glanced at Diarmuid, and returned to Ricky.
“You’re really overreacting there.” Ricky chuckled.
Abigail rolled her eyes. “Save it. Just tell me already.”
Ricky grinned-he knew that Diarmuid had utterly won Abigail over after what happened, which was naturally a good thing for him.
After all, it was a blessing in disguise, considering that a bomb was involved.
“Ask Diarmuid to play dead, so that I can request to meet her and tell her that. We can apprehend her during the meeting, and we’ll know who it is-if Diarmuid didn’t kill Mom, it must be her. She must be planning to frame Diarmuid to set me against you two.”
Abigail thought it was possible too. “Okay.”
“Then could you talk to His Iceness over there?” Ricky asked.
Abigail turned toward Diarmuid to find him scowling as always-Ricky certainly had reason for that moniker, rude though it might be.
Hence, she went to sit beside Diarmuid on the couch, smiling because she was unsure where to begin.
That was when Diarmuid suddenly said, “It won’t work.”
“What?” Abigail did not understand.
“Your plan won’t work,” Diarmuid repeated.
“Why not?” Ricky argued impatiently. “You’re her target, and she’ll definitely agree to meet if she thinks you’re dead. When she does, we can set an ambush.”
“Do you really think she’d fall for it?” Diarmuid countered. “We didn’t issue a gag order, and she might already know that I survived.”
Abigail realized with a start. “Yeah, I have to agree… It’s no secret that Diarmuid was hospitalized. She would have been observing in secret, and must have known by now that he’s fine…”
Ricky felt disappointed just then. He had thought his plan flawless at first, but after Diarmuid’s argument, he realized that the culprit would have known by now that they survived.
As he breathed a long sigh, Abigail told him, “We have all the time we need. Don’t try to rush things.”
Then, helping Diarmuid up to his feet, she said, “You should go back to your room to rest. We have to change your bandages too.”
They did so, but Diarmuid had just sat down when his phone started ringing.
Abigail passed it to him and he answered.
It was Stan. “Quincy Moore really worked fast-she has already convinced your grandfather to call for
another board meeting.”
“When?” Diarmuid asked.
“At 8 a.m. tomorrow.” Stan replied.
Diarmuid grinned. Quincy had always been prudent, but she was naturally impatient this time because she believed she had Diarmuid’s Achilles’ heel, and really wanted to claim Light Group for herself.
Still, she moved so quickly that it somewhat surprised him.
“Got it.” He hung up.
Abigail was worried. “You’re still hurt.”
“It’s just a flesh wound,” Diarmuid replied-the meeting was going to be very important.
After all, it was not just Light Group in the balance-he wanted Quincy behind bars! She had been let free for years, and it was time she paid for what she did!
Turning toward Abigail, he said, “Bring me a set of fresh clothes. I would need to be there.”
Abigail did not know what he was going to do, and tried to reason, “Anything could wait until you’re better.”
“I need to do this.”
He made a serious face just then, something he rarely did around Abigail.
She could tell from his eyes that it was very important, and thus said, “I’ll go right now.”
“Wait.” Diarmuid suddenly stopped her.
Puzzled, she asked, “What’s wrong?”
Diarmuid said, “Forget it, I wasn’t thinking straight. We could just give Mrs. Watson a call-”
“I should go back,” Abigail said, cutting him short.
She wanted to go home and check on Tommy anyway. Moreover, Mrs. Watson would be busy caring for their baby, and would not have time to bring Diarmuid a change of clothes.
She walked up to Diarmuid, and since he was sitting on his bed, she appeared much taller than him-his face was just reaching her chest.
Still, he reached out to gather her in his arms.
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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