Chapter 248 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

With Mick brought overseas to recover and Abigail herself abroad too, it was time he took responsibility.

Breathing a deep sigh, he said, ‘Til tell you everything

”

Still, he did not know where to start, and paused for a moment to put together the right words.

“It all began over ten years ago, when Mick saved your mother. He brought her and came to me, begging me to save her.

“He and I used to go way back, so I agreed to it.

“However, he was worried that your mother would return to the Althoffs after she woke up, and that they would keep hurting her if she did.

“That was why he asked me to make her lose her memories-which I did through surgery.

“And once she recovered without remembering the past, Mick gave her a new identity and took her abroad.

“They returned this year, because the thing in her head became life threatening and she needed another surgery. Unlike the two surgeries she had before, we were supposed to remove it this time, and she would regain her memories once we did.

“Mick, worried that she would leave him, hesitated instead of agreeing to it right away.

“He eventually agreed to it, but she suddenly suffered a massive hemorrhage in the brain, and it was too late by the time she was rushed here. Any surgery at that point would mean nothing.

“Unsurprisingly, she died.

“There was a chance that she might have survived if Mick didn’t hesitate.

“I was worried that you would retaliate against him, and therefore decided to cover up the issue as a surgical mistake, even asking Abigail to be our scapegoat.

“Although she was in the OR with us, I only called her there because I knew Yvaine wouldn’t make it. It was pointless, but she tried her damndest to save Yvaine anyway.

“At first, Abigail refused to be our scapegoat, but soon agreed to it afterwards for some reason.

“Naturally, I had to work on Yvaine’s body afterward so that you didn’t notice that anything was wrong.

“As a doctor, and having my specialized knowledge, I know enough on what to do to deceive a forensic doctor and any personnel from the field.

“To no surprise, the outcome of your investigation was that it was a surgical mishap.

“That is all there is to it.

“I was helping a friend, but I also violated my ethics as a doctor. If I am told to face the consequences, I will meet it head-on.”

Naturally, Diarmuid knew the earlier parts of what Stephen told him.He just did not know that Yvaine’s death had nothing to do with Abigail at all.

Abigail agreed to be the scapegoat implicated with Yvaine’s death.

And it was all because Yvaine had written her letter, asking her to save Mick.

She just wanted to carry out Yvaine’s will, only for Diarmuid to misunderstand and give her the silent treatment.

How miserable must she have felt? She could not tell him anything because Yvaine told her not to, leaving her to suffer it all alone!

“My selfishness led to this. I shouldn’t have asked someone innocent to take the fall just to save a friend, and cause a misunderstanding between you and her. I’m sorry-“

“Sorry?” Diarmuid scoffed. “Did you think that’s going to cut it?!”

Stephen did not dare to say a word in response-it was true, a mere sorry was not going to cut it.

“Violated your ethics as a doctor’, was it? Then you shouldn’t keep your job, or you’ll insult the profession,” Diarmuid growled before turning to leave.

He then stopped at the doorway, and added without looking back, “People like you don’t deserve anything.”

With that, he strode out, just as James arrived.

He was worried, and quickly hurried to Diarmuid when he saw him. “Mr. Althoff.”

Diarmuid handed James the letter he was holding, and kept walking as he said, “Take everything that belonged to her.”

James took the letter, scanned through it, and quickly answered, “Yes, sir.”

He personally did it himself, returning the letter to its envelope and carried it away along with everything else Abigail owned.

Diarmuid never returned home ever since Abigail’s death-it was not until he saw her sketch of Tommy that he turned his thoughts to his own son.

She might be gone, but it was not as if she left him with nothing.

Both their blood flowed in their son’s veins!

“Mah-mah… Mah-mah…” Tommy was mumbling over Sheryl’s shoulder

It was all he had been mumbling for a while now, perhaps because he missed Abigail.

Diarmuid entered the room just then, and said quietly, “Let me carry him.”

Sheryl turned and handed Tommy over when she saw that it was Diarmuid.

Her eyes were swollen-she must have been crying again, and there was no hiding that redness even if she tried.

As Diarmuid carried Tommy back to his bedroom, Sherly felt tears welling in her eyes again as she watched them go.

She headed to the kitchen, blinking back her tears.

Mrs. Watson was afraid to say anything too-the house had been gloomy for a while now.

“Diarmuid hasn’t been eating much since Abigail left,” Sheryl said quietly. Let’s cook him something, or he’s going to fall apart too.”

Mrs. Watson nodded. “Yes, of course.”

It had certainly been worrying for Mrs. Watson as she watched Diarmuid visibly turning haggard and losing weight.

He was the one who felt most miserable, but he had to keep everything pent up inside and not weep like the rest of the women.

Mrs. Watson heaved a sigh and wondered how reality could be so cruel.

She was soon done cooking, and Sheryl took everything out to the dining table.

As Diarmuid brought Tommy out to eat with them, she tried to talk to him, only to find herself losing her voice soon enough.

Diarmuid was staring at Tommy.

He looked just like himself, but there was also a sliver of resemblance to Abigail.

Diarmuid’s eyes were beady, but his gaze was distant.

“Abigail wouldn’t want to see you like this if she’s still alive,” Sheryl finally said then. “It would break her heart so.

.. and you have to stay strong for Tommy too. You’re his father, and he’s still just a baby.”

“Yeah,” Diarmuid replied ever so softly.

Meanwhile, Abigail was settling down abroad.

Stephen had arranged for her to travel with another person’s passport, and when she was better, she could start her term at Mead Clinic.

There, she could learn in peace and keep developing her career.

She was staying at a studio apartment, and it was enough for her to stay alone although it was quite compact.

She also felt comfortable despite the new surroundings, and she felt as if she was given a new life.

After giving up on all that had been weighing her down, she could now freely chase after her dreams.

If love was not to be, career it was.

She was using mild medication for her facial burns, along with some scar cream safe for pregnant women.

Naturally, the effect was limited, but she would rather not appear too horrid a sight.

She had every reason to put on a face mask, but she could not avoid human interaction.

When she did have to talk to people, she would rather not scare them.

Since she had just arrived there and was still jet-lagged, she quickly went to sleep.

However, someone knocked on her door before she dozed off.

Who could it be?She opened the door amid the confusion…

When the door opened and Abigail saw the person standing outside, she exclaimed in surprise, “You?!”

“Stephen contacted me and gave me your address,” Mick Gooding told her. “He wants someone to take care of you, since you’ve just arrived and probably not used to this place.”

Abigail did not let him in immediately-naturally, she had her concerns.

“Don’t worry,” Mick assured her. “Stephen told me everything-your secret is safe with me.”

It was only then that Abigail let him in.

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