Chapter 226 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

There was a clear twitch in Diarmuid’s calm gaze right then, as if he was hopeful about what Abigail was going to say.

However, before Abigail could tell him that Yvaine’s death had nothing to do with her, she remembered the letter Yvaine left her.

Caught in a dilemma just then, her lips trembled as she murmured, “I–I’m sorry. It was an accident… believe me.”

She hung her head with those quick words, and left the study as if fleeing.

Quickly hiding herself in the washroom, she pressed a hand firmly over chest to restrain herself. However, her nostrils were already moist and her tears were flowing without control.

She clasped a hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying out–so that no one would notice her misery.

Still, it took her a long while to compose herself,

At dinner, she sat away from Diarmuid, keeping her head down and not tasting her food at all.

Diarmuid never spoke, but he put a glass of milk Mrs. Watson prepared in front of her, and left the dining room.

Abigail stared at the glass for a long while, spacing out.

Seeing that, Mrs. Watson urged her, “You should drink it while it’s warm.”

Abigail came to her senses then, but as she turned back toward the milk, a crystalline tear trickled off her cheek and disappeared within the milk..

Even so, she picked it up and chugged it.

As she headed back to her bedroom, she found Diarmuid in Tommy’s bedroom. She stood at the doorway. without entering, before quietly turning around.

After taking a shower, she lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling and feeling not at all drowsy.

However, she quickly closed her eyes and pretended that she was sleeping when she heard Diarmuid open the bedroom door.

Many feelings struck her at once–she was not sure how to face him, and she was worried about being. awkward along with the pain of seeing his calm gaze again, so she simply pretended to be asleep.

She then heard splashing from the shower, and heard his footsteps before feeling his weight press down on his side of the bed.

Before this, he would always reach out to her in bed gathering her in his arms.

But now, he simply lay beside her, and even though she was close enough to hear him breathe, there seemed to be miles between them!

Unable to sleep, she stayed up the whole night.

She could not tell if Diarmuid fell asleep, only that he woke early without startling her.

As instructed, Mrs. Watson had already packed his luggage, and James also arrived early.

Diarmuid was standing in the living room in his tailored black suit, which accentuated his figure perfectly. from his broad shoulders down to his long legs. Even from the side, his facial features were distinct and robust.

Just looking at him from the back was enough to leave one coveting.

Still inside their bedroom, Abigail stood barefooted, watching him from a slit on the door.

Diarmuid told Mr. Watson, “She’s always busy, but make sure that she eats punctually.”

“Okay, I will,” Mrs. Watson replied.

“Let’s go,” he then told James.

As he reached the doorway, however, he paused for a moment–but he did not look back.

On the other hand, Abigail’s fingers clenched over the doorknob.

She wanted so much to run toward him and hold him.

However, she stopped herself and stayed in her room, sobbing alone.

What was she supposed to do now?

She missed him already…

Leaning against the door, she slid downward until she dropped to a crouch and buried her head between her hands while her shoulders shook as she cried.

Mrs. Watson had already prepared breakfast before Abigail could leave, and told her, “Come on–eat something before you go to work.”

Abigail felt her nose getting wet again as she remembered Diarmuid’s instructions to Mrs. Watson, and did her best to flash a smile at Mrs. Watson. “Okay.”

She sat down at the finding table and only left after finishing breakfast.

Her complexion was terrible since she stayed up all night, and even Stephen could see that her condition. was deteriorating by the day.

He told her, “I can give you time off anytime you want.”

Abigail shook her head–she did not want to stop, because she would think of Diarmuid whenever she did.

That was why she was deliberately keeping herself busy, so that she would not have the time to let her thoughts wander.

Stephen sighed. “I’ve done some work on Yvaine’s body to stop Diarmuid from finding out that Yvaine did not. die from a surgical mishap. But although I thought that it would stop him from going after Mick, I now understand that I’ve made a mistake–he’s far less merciful than I’d thought.”

He knew that Diarmuid would definitely investigate Yvaine death, and it was easy for him to fool forensics by making certain changes to her body.

He was under the impression that the plan was perfect, but…

“What did he do?” Abigail asked.

Stephen was left stunned. “You didn’t know?”

Abigail laughed dryly. “Do you really think that he would still talk to me about his affairs?”

“No,” Stephen quickly said, and sighed. “Mick had an accident on his way to the airport. It was horrific- the taxi driver died on the spot, while Mick was critically injured. Luckily, help reached him in time and he survived. Still, don’t you think that it’s too much of a coincidence? Don’t you think Diarmuid Althoff is behind that?”

Abigail pursed her lips in silence-she would not be surprised if Diarmuid was, given his character.

She at least knew that much about him.

“You shouldn’t jump to conclusions without evidence,” she said coolly nonetheless. “Mick’s lucky that he survived.”

Stephen thought about it and agreed. Mick had been a dead man walking ever since Yvaine’s death, and somehow managed to survive despite the horrific accident-it seemed that it just was not his time to go.

“Well, I’ve done all I can for him,” Stephen murmured.

In fact, he had exhausted all his favors for Mick since Yvaine’s death.

Starting with staging Yvaine’s death as a surgical mishap, Melville Hospital’s reputation had taken a blow, and it was only because he had the chief’s respect and favor that he was not placed under inquiry.

In addition, in such cases, should the deceased family press charges, the doctor in charge would be taken to court. It was only because Abigail was Diarmuid’s wife that he did not do anything to her, or she certainly would not still be working here.

“Dr. Carr?”

Harvey Gooding called out as he approached them from the walkway. Pretending not to see Abigail, he spoke directly to Stephen, “I was going to get my mother discharged, but the front desk said something. about needing an agreement from you, so could you help me sign this?”

“Okay,” Stephen said as he took out the pen in his chest pocket, turning toward Abigail just as he was about to sign the paper, “Are you sure the patient can be discharged?”

“Yes,” Abigail replied. “She has been recovering well, and she can be allowed to return home.”

As Abigail was the one who operated on Harvey’s mother, Stephen should ask for her opinion.

Stephen signed it following Abigail’s assurance.

Naturally, that meant she got to ignore Harvey again, although he was waiting for her to talk to him.

Harvey huffed, “You really are cut from the same cloth as Diarmuid.”

“And do you know why I love him so?” Abigail asked coolly.

Harvey’s interest was actually piqued. “Why?”

“Because he never talks as much as you do, and would rather do than talk.”

Harvey was speechless, but there was no doubt that she struck him where it hurt!

Did she have to be so direct? Could she not save him some dignity?!

“Hmph! He’s just a little better looking than I am-don’t make him sound so noble when all you like is his face, Harvey snapped in dissatisfaction, and wanted some degree of verbal satisfaction since he would never beat Diarmuid outright.

Not bothered to waste her breath with him, Abigail simply did what she was supposed to do. “I’ll go check on your mother now.”

Harvey quickly jogged after her. “Okay.”

Arriving at Rosa’s ward, Abigail saw that she had been recovering well. The color had returned to her cheeks and she was quite spirited, and Abigail also examined her surgical openings to see that it was healing nicely.

Abigail told Rosa, “Try not to get upset and avoid stress. A little exercise and a plain diet would do wonders as well.”

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