“I see…” Abigail became a little forlorn, because she remembered that Diarmuid was clearly upset when he left.
She sighed–was he not going to let her explain herself at all?
“When would you be returning, ma’am?” Mrs. Watsons asked.
“Soon,” Abigail replied and hung up.
She thought about calling Diarmuid, but his phone was turned off.
He mentioned leaving the country, and that most definitely meant by plane… if his phone was turned off, it could mean that he had not gotten off his plane.
Putting away her phone and taking a moment to compose herself, she alighted once they arrived at Bernstein Mansion.
Ricky arrived before she did, and once he saw her, he said, “Come, take a look at this.”
Abigail took the sheet of paper and frowned. “What’s this?”
“Records of a plastic surgery,” Ricky replied.
Abigail narrowed her eyes. “Are you saying that Lindsay Slate had altered her face?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t find any photos of her before that. Also, although I never saw the face of the person who used me against you and Diarmuid, I felt her resemblance to this person when I looked at her from the back.”
Abigail took a seat on the couch.
The woman had plastic surgery, and used Ricky against her and Diarmuid… Did she hold a grudge against them?
Even as she read through the file, she suddenly remembered Whitney Cox.
She narrowed her eyes.
Could it really be Whitney?
While she was lost at sea, they never found a body, meaning that there was a chance that she survived.
The plastic surgery might have been to disguise her identity, which makes being a puppeteer more convenient.
Did that mean she tried to kill her and Diarmuid with that bomb too?
As everything clicked, she said, “That must be it.”
“What is it?” Ricky was utterly confused as to why she said that out of the blue.
Abigail, however, was not in the mood to explain, and she needed evidence anyway.
The plastic surgery alone did not mean that Lindsay was Whitney, but trying to confirm it is not that difficult either.
She had attended the same medical school and worked at the same hospital as Whitney, so she knew Whitney well enough.
“What’s on your mind, sis?” Ricky asked, shaking her a little.
Coming to her senses, Abigail replied, “It’s nothing.”
Giving up, Ricky said, “You hadn’t had dinner, right? Let’s go out together to eat–I’ll get my sister to join us.
Abigail grabbed his arm right then. “I’m right here, though?”
“I meant Lulu,” Ricky said as if it made perfect sense. “She’s older than me and a best friend of yours. Don’t you think I should call her sis too?”
Abigail could not come up with an argument, and nodded. “Go on then.”
Ricky excitedly ran upstairs, and started dragging Lulu along, perhaps because she was reluctant. “Oh, come along already! Abigail is coming too!”
Lulu complained, “It’s fine if you both went alone…”
“You’re my sister too.” Rick stubbornly pulled her along.
“Urgh, you’re so pushy,” Lulu muttered, but played along helplessly.
Ricky smiled, and he actually put his arm around Lulu’s.
Abigail frowned as she watched–he never did that with her before!
Feeling like he was getting overly enthusiastic, she joked nonetheless, “Ricky, did you know that Lulu has a boyfriend?”
“Come on, Abigail–he’s just a younger brother to me,” Lulu said as she glanced at Ricky sideways.
Abigail said nothing–it was just a reminder anyway, so that Ricky would not get any ideas.
Still, Ricky pursed his lips in turn. “They are having a fight, aren’t there? Since they might not make up, and it’s common for the ladies to hook up with healthy young men like me, I’m open to any offers, Lulu.”
“Not interested in puppies.” Lulu pulled her arm out of his and walked over to Abigail.
Still, they heeded to a diner together, though Ricky was persistently trying to start conversations with Lulu. Eventually, Abigail could not stand it and asked, “Not afraid of Lulu already, Ricky?”
Ricky shrugged. “I’m an adult. What should I be afraid of?”
Lulu pointed at a slice of beef just then. “Do you know what that shape looks like?”
“What?” Ricky asked.
“Your entrails…”
“Stop.” Ricky quickly threw up his hands–not when he was eating!
In fact, he ended up unable to stomach meat, and limited himself to the greens.
Lulu smiled smugly–Ricky was still young, and teasing him was quite amusing.
On the other hand, Abigail did not have much of an appetite in the first place, and left after a couple of mouthfuls. “You guys can finish up. I have to go now.”
“Okay. Stay safe,” Ricky told her.
“Yeah,” Abigail replied, giving him a look before leaving.
She soon arrived home, and felt a little not used to having Diarmuid around. He had been working from home for a while now, and he would always be home when she returned from work in the evening.
Mrs. Watson had also tucked Tommy into bed, so the whole house became especially quiet.
After taking a bath, she lay in bed, tossing and turning but not falling asleep–Diarmuid’s absence left her feeling restless.
She picked her phone, hesitating for a moment to wonder if Diarmuid had arrived at his destination, but called his number anyway.
It was still turned off, leaving her disappointed and hollow inside.
He left angry… Did that mean he was still upset with her?
Sigh…
She carried Tommy to their bedroom, and slept with her hand on his little belly.
The next morning, Harvey brought a gift for Stephen.
Although his mother Rosa was still under observation, he was already informed that the surgery was a success, and that she would be fine if she lived through the ensuing 48 hours with no issue.
He was certainly thankful for the doctor who performed the surgery on her, and his gift was generous since money was never a problem for him.
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.