Chapter 247 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Zachary shook his head. “I’m fine.”

“Then why the long face?” Ember pointed out, and went up to pull him along to the bed. “Here, sit. Let me give you a massage.

”

Zachary did so, and she knelt behind him to massage his shoulders. “I should learn this properly next time, so that I can relieve you if you get tired, n

“You don’t have to,” Zachary said.

“I should, because we are married,” she said shyly.

“Sorry for what happened before…” Zachary began.

However, Ember quickly cut him short and wrapped her arms around his neck. “It’s not your fault, Zachary. I wanted it anyway- I’ve always loved you. She had always been interested in Zachary, or she would not have played along with Mrs. Slate’s machinations.

At the same time, Zachary closed his eyes.

He did not love Ember, but he could not bear to hurt an innocent girl either.

Stephen received a call from Abigail to tidy up everything she left back in her desk drawer back at Melville Hospital.

She had already gone abroad, but she left so urgently she only remembered after the fact that she left a mess back home.

It was no big deal, however, and Stephen quickly agreed to it.

However, just as he headed to her office, he found all the other doctors standing outside in the walkway.

Frowning, he asked, “What’s everyone doing out here?”

One of them pointed inside, and Stephen looked into the office in turn…

Stephen almost lost his footing the instant he saw Diarmuid inside the office.

What was he doing here?!

Pulling the doctor aside, he asked softly, “When did he get here?”

“Just now,” the doctor replied. “He chased everyone out the instant he arrived. I think he’s gathering Dr. Bernstein’s belongings.”

Carr became flustered-Abigail repeatedly emphasized the importance that he gathered her belongings.

What was he supposed to do now?

“Is there something wrong, Dr. Carr?” The doctor noticed the look on his face.

Stephen quickly shook his head. “It’s nothing. Also, all of you should go about your business instead of standing around.

The doctors dispersed, while Stephen, feeling too guilty to talk to Diarmuid, turned to leave as well.

He would never dare.

A quietness loomed amid the rows of desks in the office, and Diarmuid was the only one seated there, at Abigail’s seat.

There were stacks of books, research papers, patient medical histories, and various receipts on the table.

Only one photo frame stood on top along with those stacks: a simple doodle of Tommy by Abigail herself.

In the doodle, the baby was grinning broadly, which revealed his two little baby teeth while he drooled out the corner of his mouth. His little eyes were spirited and were curling into crescents from his grin, even sparkling like stars.

Diarmuid picked up the photo frame and studied it—it was well drawn, and obvious that Abigail put her heart in it.

A doctor who painted, and was good at it

She wielded a scalpel, but was also a master of the piano.

Her slim figure as she went into the rhythm of a dance was mesmerizing.

That was the woman who suddenly came into her life without a warning, stealing his heart… only to leave him in such a terrible fashion.

Diarmuid would have been convinced that it was all just a dream if not for Tommy.

Thud!

A pen suddenly rolled off the desk and dropped to the floor.

Diarmuid reached down for it when he saw another drawer and pulled it.

Inside was the notebook Stephen gave Abigail, aligned with an envelope.

Who still sent written letters in this day and age? And to her, no less?

Putting away the pen, he picked up the letter, his fingers hovering over it for a while before quickly opening it, even as he wondered if Abigail kept other secrets from him.

The thought seemed to hasten him, and he started reading.

Dear Abigail,

I got your name from Stephen, and I hope you wouldn’t mind.I thought long and hard before writing to you, and I have so much to say but don’t know where to start.I was so surprised to find out that you’re Diarmuid’s wife. I never knew that he was married!

Anyway, I should get to the point.I regained all my memories after my second surgery.

Even so, I never exposed Mick, and feigned ignorance as I stayed with him.

That meant abandoning my own son, which made me a failure of a mother.

The fact that I never went looking for Diarmuid after I recovered means I’ve done an injustice to Diarmuid and Andrew.

But I’m only human, and I fell for Mick as I lived with him.

My change of heart made me afraid to confront the past, let alone face my own son.

That is why I’m writing to you-to ask you to take care of him.

The Althoff family lacks warmth, and the years he lived until now must have been difficult.

But if he was denied that in the first half of his life, I wish you’ll give him a family for the remainder.I could see that you are as kind as you are affectionate, and I would have no worries if you’re the one caring for him.I know that the next surgery poses a serious risk, and I have no idea if I could survive it.

Naturally, this shall become my will if the worst happens.

Also, the ring-it’s the one Andrew bought me when I married him.

I’ve always wanted my daughter-in-law to have it, but did not expect to pass it to you under these circumstances.

Also, please keep this letter a secret. I would rather Diarmuid not know I turned my back on him and his father.

I would rather he believed that I was with Mick because I lost my memory.

If I die on the surgical table and Diarmuid goes after Mick, please intervene.I owe Mick that much.

A life for a life.

Diarmuid stared at the letter for a long while without moving, as if he was frozen stiff.He was simply staggered… To think that Yvaine Lynd had written such a letter to Abigail!He certainly never expected his mother to remember everything but not come back to him because she fell in love with Mick

Gooding!

Haha… the irony! His mother fell in love with another man. Did she even think what that made of his father?

His fingers clenched, and the paper crumpled in his grasp.

Stephen was mentioned in the letter…

Rising to his feet, he stormed toward Stephen’s office.

Stephen looked up the instant he opened his office door and quickly rose to his feet when he saw that it was Diarmuid.

While he had weathered his fair share of drama with patients and their families over the years, he felt pure, gripping fear around Diarmuid.

Perhaps because he was feeling guilty and hid a lot of things from the man, he did not dare to meet Diarmuid’s gaze.

Even as he kept his eyes elsewhere, he asked, “Is there a problem, Mr. Althoff?”

Diarmuid remained quiet, and he slowly and steadily walked toward Stephen.

Stephen felt a suffocating pressure weighing down on Diarmuid each step he took, and the air in his small office suddenly seemed thinner.

“What is it?” Stephen asked anxiously, but that was when he noticed the letter Diarmuid was holding, and sharply spotted Mick

Gooding’s name on it.

What?!

He quickly looked up at Diarmuid just then, murmuring, “What…”

“How did Yvaine Lynd die?” Diarmuid asked very quietly, but anyone listening attentively could hear that there was rage in his words that could erupt at any moment.

He was certainly smart enough to catch the gist of the letter.

On the other hand, while Stephen did not know how much Diarmuid knew or if he found out about everything, the fact that he came to demand an explanation made it obvious that he knew certain facts.

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