It was 8 p.m. when she finally left work, and it was early for her. Still, she did not go home immediately, and instead made a copy of the file on Lindsay before heading to Bernstein Mansion.
She was going to let Ricky Bernstein look into the matter himself, but the instant she entered her old home, she found Lulu Adams applying disinfectant to Ricky’s back.
Ricky was in worse condition than Diarmuid after that close shave with the bomb, and his hand only regained movement lately.
As Abigail walked up to them, she joked, “You’re a lucky boy, Ricky.”
Ricky smiled awkwardly in return, and was actually afraid to look Abigail in the eye–Lulu had been tending to his injuries since she started staying there over the last few days. He found out that Lulu and Abigail were friends in medical school, which explains her skill and dexterity since she must be a doctor too.
Abigail arched her back so that she whispered directly into Ricky’s ear, and asked, “So? She’s good, isn’t she?”
While Ricky did not hesitate to nod, Abigail continued, “Still, I think you’re the only one living she attended to.”
Ricky suddenly felt the creeps from her words.
What was that supposed to mean? Was he the only one to survive Lulu’s treatment?
“What are you talking about?”
Abigail straightened herself. “She didn’t tell you?”
Ricky blinked. “Tell me what?”
“She’s a forensic doctor who examines dead bodies. You’re her only living patient.”
Ricky stared at Abigail for two seconds before leaping off the couch, staring at Lulu and stammering, “Y- You work on dead bodies?”
Lulu nodded, but tried to make her job sound creepy in the knowledge that Abigail was messing with Ricky.” You really are the first living patient I had. I’ve never attended to living people, and it is with these Hands that I hold my scalpel, cut into those stiff bodies, slicing through their chest…”
“Stop.” Ricky gulped, and stared at Lulu’s hands–they were pretty and fair, her joints pronounced…
But the thought that she cut dead people left him with goosebumps.
“You girls are terrible.” Ricky pouted like a puppy, while Abigail and Lulu giggled.
Then, seeing the folder Abigail was holding, Lulu asked, “What’s that?”
Abigail took a seat on the couch and was about to answer when a dark blur dropped in front of her, and she turned pale!
Ricky had dropped right in front of her!
As Abigail worriedly went up to check him, Lulu asked, “Did we scare him that badly?”
Abigail checked Ricky’s breathing while replying, “He’s an adult. There’s no way he’d get spooked that easy.”
If he were, he would be everyone’s laughing stock once word of it gets out!
And unsurprisingly, Ricky was playing dead-which was a little insulting to Abigail and Lulu, considering that they were both doctors.
Knowing that he was fine, Abigail said, “What girl would marry you if something like that would leave you passed out? All girls love brave men and having a sense of security-I guess you’re going to be alone forever.”
Ricky opened his eyes right then and leaped off the floor, dusting himself although he was not actually dirty.
“Killjoy.”
Lulu giggled. “Playing dead around doctors doesn’t even make sense.”
Ricky pouted and shot back, “There are no men who would fall for women like you.”
Abigail shrugged. “Sorry to disappoint you, then-we’re both taken.”
Ricky was left at a loss of words, and admitted to himself that he could not defeat them right there.
“I’m going to bed.”
“Wait.” Abigail stopped him just as she was about to leave. “I need a favor.”
“What is it?” Ricky asked.
Passing her the document folder, she said, “Find a way to investigate this person.”
Ricky read through the file, but the details were vague since there was only the patient’s name, address, and a brief summary of her medical history.
When he saw that it was a pregnant woman, he asked excitedly, “Is Diarmuid having an affair?”
Abigail glared at him right then. “What are you talking about?!”
“Why else would you ask me to investigate a pregnant woman?” Ricky pointed out. “Anyway, just come back here with Tommy if he really is dumping you. I’ll work hard to make a living.”
Abigail rolled her eyes. How did he jump to that conclusion?
“No way!” Lulu became prying as well, since she had been watching for a while. “He’s cheating on you already? To think that I actually had a good opinion on him before…”
“Shut up, both of you,” Abigail snapped seriously. “This has nothing to do with him. I just find this person weird, and I want to know more.”
Ricky and Lulu stopped joking then, with Ricky saying, “Alright, I’ll have something soon.”
Abigail nodded. “I’m going back now.”
“It’s late. Why don’t you just stay the night?” Rick asked.
“It’s been a day since I saw Tornmy. I want to check on him,” Abigail said, rising to her feet.
Ricky had no reason to insist, since she had her own family.
When Abigail returned to the mansion, only Mrs. Watson returned to the living room.
As she changed out of her shoes, she told Mrs. Watson, “I’m hungry.”
She had not eaten anything until now, after all.
Mrs. Watson had kept some food heated for her so that she could eat anytime, and while Mrs. Watson put everything on the table, she washed her hands and headed to the dining room.
As she took her seat, the scrumptious scent of food left her stomach growling, and she was stopping short of salivating.
While she started eating, however, Mrs. Watson told her, “Mr. Althoff hasn’t eaten yet.”
She usually would not meddle, but Diarmuid did not eat at all and was staying in his room.
Abigail looked up and asked, “Is he sick?”
“How should I know? I just work here,” Mrs. Watsons complained. “You share a bed with him, and you should be aware if anything is wrong with him.”
From her point of view, Abigail was so busy she would not care for Diarmuid or her family.
Still, even as Abigail slowly chewed her food now, it did not seem as tasty as a moment before.
In fact, she had been enjoying it, since she would otherwise be too preoccupied that Diarmuid had another woman in his heart. Breathing a long sigh, she said, “Yeah.”
“You’re married. You should care more for each other,” Mrs. Watson told her.
Abigail nodded. “Yeah. I wasn’t being considerate.”
After eating a few more mouthfuls, Abigail took a shower before returning to their room.
It was pitch–black inside–none of the lights were on, and she had to use the dull glow of the moon to see. Diarmuid was lying on his side, and she could not tell if he was asleep.
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