Chapter 188 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

It was even less possible for him to go begging to Diarmuid!

Eastdawn’s debts amounted to over 2 billion, and because lan held 80% of the shares, his debt was relative to that amount.

And with James keeping a keen eye on legal proceedings, lan and Quincy’s agreement meant nothing, because James and lan’s agreement was signed before lan signed one with Quincy.

And Quincy was incarcerated and awaiting trial.

There was solid evidence implicating her role in murder. Even if Greg did survive, Kathy was killed, and the fact that she was pregnant only doubled her guilt.

Given how it affected society as a whole, it would not end well for Quincy–especially not when Diarmuid himself saw to it.

And now, lan would be punished by law if he did not pay his debts, because the capital he played with was no laughing matter. He was the CEO of Light Group at the time, meaning that he was the company’s representative.

That in turn made the departments involved turn their crosshairs on Light Group.

As such, the board was getting more vocal as they voiced their wishes to bring Diarmuid back, but there was no way Henry could have put aside his pride to beg the man!

Abigail had just returned from the hospital when she saw James.

She was not actually surprised–he had been coming in and out of the mansion so often lately that Tommy became accustomed to him.

The baby did not cry or pout even in James’s arms, and was happily fiddling with his little toy.

After washing her hands, Abigail held out her hands. “I’ll carry him.”

James passed Tommy to Abigail and said, “When I get married and have a daughter, let’s have our children get married.”

Abigail was left at a loss of words–Tommy was just a baby!

“Tut, tut…” Stan heard that from the door and pursed his lips. “Keep dreaming.”

James rolled his eyes at him. “I’ve been here for ages. What took you so long?“

Stan entered. “I’ve got caught up with something.”

After greeting Abigail, both he and James headed to Diarmuid’s study, which was basically their office these days.

Abigail tactfully refrained from intruding, while Mrs. Watson just happened to finish preparing dinner.” Should we ask them to have dinner together?”

“I’ll ask if they’re busy,” Abigail said, carrying Tommy as she headed to the study.

Holding Tommy in one arm, she was about to knock on the door when she heard Stan exclaiming in surprise, “What? It wasn’t Kathy York?!”

Inside, Diarmuid was staring at the silver crucifix on the table, which James had recovered from Kathy’s apartment.

Diarmuid’s gaze was lowered, and no one could tell what he was thinking.

“Thank goddess it wasn’t her.”

There was rejoicing in his words–Kathy could not have been the girl with those beautiful eyes.

In fact, the reason he realized that Kathy was not the girl who saved her as a child was because of his own scheme. As a part of his honey trap for Greg, Diarmuid had told her to get in a bikini and seduce Greg at the swimming club he frequented.

However, Kathy could not swim–in fact, she was afraid to get into the water.

Once Diarmuid found out, he realized that Kathy was not his savior, and investigated the matter again to find that it was another one of Henry’s ploy.

Nonetheless, Stan sighed. “No one deserves to die like that…”

He did not feel sympathy, but Diarmuid was as cold as he was ruthless.

Even if Kathy was not the one who saved Diarmuid as a child, she had helped them a lot in their plan to destroy Light Group.

However, although Diarmuid knew that Quincy might get violent when desperate, he did not warn or protect Kathy, allowing Quincy to murder her.

After he put the silver crucifix in his safe, he turned to see what he thought was remorse in Stan’s eyes. “If she doesn’t die, Quincy won’t.”

That was why Kathy was going to die a tool anyway once he found out that Kathy was not the one who saved him.

Stan promptly shook his head. “I’m not feeling remorse… but you were a little harsh on her. Still, she deserved it for trying to impersonate the one you care about the most.”

Before Abigail showed up, Diarmuid had indeed cared the most about the one who owned the silver crucifix.

But once Abigail carne to his life, what did Diarmuid think of the girl from his past?

Stan was certainly curious. “Sorry to ask this, sir, but does that girl still matter to you?”

James shook his head–Stan was constantly dancing on the edge of death.

Still, he was curious as well, and slid a glance at Diarmuid.

The fact that Diarmuid keeps the silver crucifix in his safe proved that it still mattered to him, or he would not have gone out of his way to ask James to recover it.

And if it held that much importance to him, the girl must still hold weight in his heart, did she not?

Diarmuid looked outside the window, seemingly seeing those bright eyes once more and growled, “I’ll hide her in a tiny corner within my heart.”

The rest was for Abigail.

Outside the door, Abigail heard that and froze.

Who was she? Diarmuid was clearly not talking about Abigail herself.

The one he cared about most?

Hiding her in a corner of his heart?

Everything indicated that ‘she‘ mattered a lot to Diarmuid..

Kathy was certainly not the one, for Diarmuid was cold enough to let her die.

Nonetheless, Abigail felt as if her heart stiffened.

Who could ‘she‘ be?

Thud!

Tommy suddenly dropped his toy on the floor!

The thud drew Abigail back to her senses. Her hand, frozen in the air, moved again as she knocked on the door.

She composed herself as quickly as she could, while James soon opened the door for her, averting his eyes a little when he saw that it was her.

James himself did not understand why he did that… perhaps Abigail should not hear their conversation, and it was a sign of guilt?

Nonetheless, Abigail was smiling. “Are you guys done here yet? Mrs. Watson has made dinner.”

James studied her then, but her smile was impeccable.

He was relieved inwardly. Maybe she did not hear them, and there were no unnecessary misunderstandings

“We’re just finishing up,” he said.

Abigail looked inside, meeting Diarmuid’s eyes and quickly putting on a smile, though she did nothing as she turned away and took Tommy back to his room.

Diarmuid sent Stan and James to the kitchen while he followed her into the room, where she was changing Tommy’s diapers. Looking up when she heard a knock, she smiled. “You should go eat. I think Tommy is dozing off. I’ll coax him to sleep.”

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