Mrs. Watson had always treated her well, and was Abigail‘s only source of warmth in the mansion–she did not want to worry her.
“You‘re on leave? That‘s good – just look at how skinny you are. You really should take your time to rest.” Mrs. Watson grinned.
Abigail nodded, hiding her dismay. “I‘m going upstairs for a nap now.”
“Of course. Go on,” Mrs. Watson replied.
After heading upstairs , Abigail nestled on the couch and picked up her laptop to edit her resume. As a medical student, she had no experience in other fields, there was nothing compatible even if she wanted to change jobs. As such, she tried to add more qualifications to her resume.
Fortunately, she had a few other talents other than her medical expertise , all of which Lionel had forced her to study.
As a matter of fact, Lionel was staunchly against the idea of her studying medicine, and did not pay her tuition fees just to get her to give up. Even so, she worked part–time jobs so that she could pay the tuition fees for the sake of her dream.
Now that she thought about it, learning more had its benefits.
She wanted her own clinic, but various costs including rental and medical equipment were too much for her earnings. Moreover, she had to save up for her mother to ensure her livelihood.
Still, she was not going to stay in the city for long–she had set her mind on leaving once her mother was better.
She felt chills in her heart at the inhumane experiences Diarmuid had resorted her to.
After submitting a resume, she also decided to apply for a position in online medical consultations. She had a medical license, so she just needed to clear the assessment.
Even if Diarmuid stopped her from working as a doctor, could he still boss her around on the internet?
After finding a reliable platform, she registered herself…
Time flies when a person gets busy.
It was soon evening, and Abigail set her laptop aside when Mrs. Watson called her downstairs for dinner.
Diarmuid never ate dinner at home since he was always late… but he was unusually early today.
Abigail did a double take when she saw him, seemingly surprised that he would show up.
Even so, she was seething with spite at the thought that he was trying to have Harvey defile her again, and her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
“Why are you spacing out? Come on, eat,” Mrs. Watson called out to her then.
Working hard to keep her facial expression under control, Abigail sat down at the dining table, keeping her distance from Diarmuid.
Since she could not win against him, she had to keep her head down and try not to be noticed.
On the other hand, Diarmuid thought that she was still embarrassed over the fact that she had used the wrong spoon the other day. Running his fork through a chunk of shrimp and chewing slowly, he scoffed. “Did you think you won‘t mess up just because you keep your distance?”
Abigail had no idea what Diarmuid was talking about.
Looking up into his eyes for two heartbeats, she eventually realized what it was, but did not react.
He must be humiliating her again.
She simply kept her head down and ate as quickly as she could.
Diarmuid naturally frowned because of her silence. “What‘s the hurry? No one is stealing from you.”
He was actually perplexed —the boorish way she wolfed her food was somehow acceptable, even a little adorable.
It was much better than pretentious women who put up a prim and proper act.
Nonetheless, Abigail waited until she was finally finished and drank two mouthfuls of water, before snapping,” How I eat is my own business. Why do you care?!”
Jobless because of him, she had nothing to fear now-it was time to go all out!
Diarmuid slowly looked up, his visage projecting coldness just then. “You‘re too bored, aren‘t you?”
What happened to her? What was with that false bravado?
And her wording… She really wanted to be fired, did she not?
Even so, Abigail glared at him coldly. “I am bored, so kill me if you want. Do you think you can call yourself a man, using dirty tricks all the time?“.
Diarmuid was actually left confused by what she said just then. “Are you crazy?”
Abigail tried to calm herself just then, but could not do it when she remembered Harvey. Laughing coldly, she even started to call Diarmuid by name.” Don‘t push me, Diarmuid Althoff! if I really lose it, I‘ll tell everyone that I‘m your wife, and that I cheated on you as well! You‘re a cuck!”
Diarmuid stared at her impassively, his pupils dilating without him knowing and flashing fiercely. “Do you know what you‘re talking about?“.
Abigail simply laughed. “Of course I do! But I‘m not afraid of you–not after you tried to let that man rape me twice! I know I‘ll never get anything even if I play nice, because you‘re an animal!”
Incensed , Diarmuid sprang forward and grabbed her throat, his fury fueling his murderous intent!
She had really gone out of line this time!
Abigail choked from the lack of air, but squeezed her voice out of her throat despite much difficulty, “That‘s… all you can do anyway… bullying women…”
Even as her face turned red from suffocation, Diarmuid‘s arrogant visage turned into an evil sneer. “Bullying women isn‘t my forte–bullying you is.”
Meanwhile, Abigail‘s chest heaved. All oxygen had left her lungs and she could not breathe, but she still leveled a defiant and spiteful glare at him.
Mrs. Watson had been watching in fear, and seeing that Abigail was almost dying, she braced herself and went up to them. “Mr. Althoff , your wife surely didn‘t mean it… Please let her off this one time…”
Diarmuid was not about to relent just because someone was pleading Abigail‘s case. In fact, he would see how far she could go–how much more stubborn and spiteful could she be?
Flustered , Mrs. Watson cried, “Please, Mrs. Althoff – say something pleasant. Mr. Althoff isn‘t a bad man…” Having decided not to yield, Abigail smiled in disdain as if she had just heard a joke, and turned toward Diarmuid. “He isn‘t… a bad man? He‘s just… ashamed… his friend didn‘t get me!”
“What man?” Diarmuid asked, finally noticing something strange and easing his grip on her throat. Abigail quickly gasped mouthfuls of air.
“Didn‘t you lure me to Blue Bridge … so that your friend could defile me?!”
Diarmuid narrowed his eyes. He suddenly felt something sharp stabbing his lungs, and breathing suddenly hurt. “I did what?”
“Why bother pretending? Are you not manly enough to admit what you did? Are you disappointed that I denied your friend again?!” Abigail growled through gritted teeth and pent-up emotions.
Diarmuid flung her aside. “I didn‘t do it!”
He almost threw her down on the floor, and Mrs. Watson had to catch her to keep her standing.
At the same time, Diarmuid glowcred and barked, “I won‘t let another man touch you long as you‘re my wife, just so that you could cuck me again! Who was it?”
Abigail looked at him blankly then–taking his pride into consideration, he had no need to deny it if he really did… and he was not the type to do it, either!
“Speak! Who was it?!” Diarmuid barked again, feeling mysteriously furious.
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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