Chapter 254 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Still, he found comfort that Erin was so intent on finding Yvaine’s grave as well. She was a good daughter, even if she was adopted.

Nonetheless, Erin seemed to realize what Mick was getting at and shot him a glare. “Dad, are you getting senile already? We’re half siblings-I won’t fall for him no matter how good-looking he is.”

Erin was over two years old when she was adopted, so she naturally did not remember it at all.

Moreover, Mick and Yvaine raised her and cherished her like she was their own, and never mentioned the adoption.

That was why Erin had always believed herself to be their biological daughter.

“Yeah, I must be senile,” Mick grumbled

“Had a little drink in the afternoon and I don’t think I’m sober yet.”

“Come on, Dad-you need a healthier lifestyle. I know you’re sad after Mom is gone, but I still need you. You’re my only family now,” Erin cajoled.

Mick smiled. “Yeah. I’ll cut down on the drinking now.”

After having dinner together, Mick told Erin to head home without him, saying that he had something to do.

He headed to Abigail’s apartment, but had to wait outside since she had not left work.

Abigail only returned around ten. She was wearing a thick trench coat over her long floral print skirt and had a scarf around her

neck, hiding her burn scars. There was a breeze, pushing her clothes tightly against her skin and accentuating her bulging belly conspicuously.

Even as she walked, she was reading a report while she chewed on a loaf of bread.

She was so focused that she did not notice Mick standing outside her door.

“Is that your dinner?” Mick asked with a frown.

Abigail looked up at him and simply replied, “I’ll make soup later. The bread is enough for now.”

Naturally, she did not even have time for dinner.

“You’re pregnant. This won’t do,” Mick said and took her hand. “Come, there’s a restaurant down the road. You need something warm and nutritious.

”

Abigail naturally had to follow.

Once inside and getting seated, she put down her belongings but stopped when she was about to take off her scarf, remembering her face.

She also tried to hide her burned cheek when a waiter arrived.

The food soon arrived after Mick made the order, and he told her, “Have some soup.”

“Thank you,” Abigail said.

“You don’t have to be so polite,” Mick replied.

Soon, she finished her bowl of soup, warming both her body and stomach.

“Go on, eat up,” Mick insisted.

Abigail was certainly hungry, and started to wolf down her food, while Mick did not move.

“You’re not eating?” she asked.

“Just had dinner with my daughter, actually,” Mick said, deliberately mentioning Erin. “Diarmuid Althoff had her repatriated.”

The mere mention of the name left Abigail with a bitter taste in the mouth.

Suddenly, the food was not at all delicious, and she started to chew slowly.

“She couldn’t find where Yvaine was buried, but you know him and his temper. Is there a way to do this?” Mick was looking at

Abigail hopefully, convinced that she would have a way.

And yet…

Abigail said, ‘I can’t help you with that.”

In fact, even if she had any idea, she would never tell Mick-she respected Diarmuid’s decision.

From Diarmuid’s perspective, it was natural that he would want to keep his own mother within his own family, alongside his father.

In fact, if she were him, she would do the same.

It was as much common sense as it was selfish, though she did not consider it as selfish a thing to do either.

Moreover, Yvaine only developed feelings for Mick because they spent years together, and he did save her life. It was hardly a natural one-she might not even have fallen for Mick if he had not erased her memories and taken her abroad.

Still, Mick could not help being disappointed.

“Well…”

“And if you recall, he was convinced that I was the one who killed his mother, and he naturally did not tell me where she was buried. You know how opinionated he can be too, so if he doesn’t want to tell, he’s not going to.”

Mick became silent.

Diarmuid certainly was no pushover, and there was no way to pry any secret out of his lips if he refused to tell.

Mick sighed-he had been hoping that Abigail could offer some pointers, but he was now truly out of ideas and helpless against Diarmuid.

“I’m already an old man, and I just wanted to pay my respects before I die… But it’s just a dream now?”

Abigail lowered her head but said nothing.

Mick simply waved dismissively. “Sorry. I was putting you on the spot

“No,” Abigail replied.

Mick simply smiled and told her, “Go on, I’m not going to steal your food. Also, you shouldn’t work such long hours already-your body won’t be able to take it.

Abigail smiled in return. “We’re actually developing an artificial heart that could potentially save many lives if it works. We made a prototype for a semi-artificial one too, so I think this research will serve a great purpose… There are so many patients with heart conditions who die because there’s nothing to keep their hearts going, so having that artificial heart will be a lifesaver for many.”

Mick silently watched and listened as Abigail talked about her work, and she always shone when she did so.

Career women could certainly be mesmerizing too.

“I’m sure Diarmuid would fall for you if he sees you as you are now,” he blurted, and quickly realized what he just said.

Why talk about Diarmuid when things were going just fine?!

He quickly tried to hide it and pushed a bowl of mashed potatoes to her.” Go on, eat. You’re feeding two mouths here, so have as much as you want.”

Abigail smiled, knowing what he was trying to do, and therefore did not expose him.

Mick insisted on walking her home after dinner, even though she said, “My house is just down the road. I’m fine by myself.”

“No, I should take care of you. First, because Stephen told me to, and second, because you’re pregnant with Yvaine’s grandson.”

Abigail naturally humored him.

Once home, she wrote another academic paper about her ideas and potential concepts for development, and uploaded it online to Mead Clinic’s medical forum later.

Back at Zidonia, an excited Mark Wickers visited Diarmuid.

Diarmuid had invested in his pharmaceutical company before, and Mark was now visiting again because he had just read a certain academic paper on Mead Clinic’s online medical forum.

While the concept of a fully artificial heart sounded almost too ambitious, the paper was succinct. Mark was also convinced that such advanced medical technology should not be monopolized, or Zidonia’s medical field may come under the control of foreign entities.

Even if he was a businessman who was out to make a buck, he had a conscience, not to mention that he did not have the capital for such a grand project.

The foreign development centers had financiers from their respective nations, or they would not have the money to do anything.

And Diarmuid had the amount of capital they may require too.

Having compiled a document, he passed it to Diarmuid with a sycophantic smile. “It would be great if you can go through this…”

Diarmuid gave him a look. “Do you think my money grows on trees?”

He was not that experienced in the medical field, but Mark’s story alone gave him the idea of how much money it would potentially cost, while also taking considerable time with potentially low rewards.

It was a poor investment in his book.

Mark did not give up, however. “Actually, it’s the doctor whom I’m betting on. We can poach her, and we could definitely complete the development soon after.”

He handed him another document he prepared beforehand, though this one was about the doctor who wrote the academic paper. “The doctor is young and actually a local. If you’re interested, I’ll head over to talk to her- I think we stand a fair chance.”

Seeing Mark’s enthusiasm, Diarmuid took it and started reading.

[Name: Jane Tanner]

[Age: 30]

[Birthplace: Zidonia]

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