Chapter 271 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Since Remy headquarters was in Franconia, he would not have to keep flying over there too.

“If that’s what you think is best,” Sheryl said—she did not want to go abroad, but she would work hard to overcome the language barrier for the sake of her only grandson.

After that, Diarmuid returned to his room to take a bath, the warm water washing off his weariness.He stepped out, his bathrobe loosely draped over his body—there were still droplets on his bare skin.

He walked toward his bed as he dried his hair, having put the clothes he was going to wear there.

Bzzt…

His phone suddenly vibrated, and he picked it up to find a text from an unidentified number.He tapped on it.

[Abigail Bernstein is alive.I know where she is.]’ .

Diarmuid’s first reaction to the text was to wonder who was playing a prank on him this time.

Harvey had pulled the same stunt just days ago but he was still abroad, so there was no chance of him doing it again.

So who was doing this, and why? Still, despite knowing that it was a trick, Diarmuid replied anyway.

[In that case, tell me where she is.] He put down his phone after doing so, but his eyes were locked on it.

At the depths of his heart, he somehow held hope that it was no trick, but a miracle instead.

It soon rang, and Diarmuid picked it up.

{I can tell you, but I want something in exchange.] Diarmuid remained calm as he read it, as if he had expected that.

[Name it.]

[Release Ian Althoff.]

[Sure.] After replying to the text, Diarmuid quickly called James, who soon answered his call.

“Find out who has been in touch with Ian recently,” he growled.

“Okay,” James replied.

Diarmuid hung up soon after, just as another text arrived.

[We will make the exchange at the Seventh Port.] Diarmuid’s lips curled up in disdain—did they think they could get away from the port? It was obvious they would try to escape by boat.

Nonetheless, he replied: [Sure.]

He was actually interested in seeing who wanted to save Ian.

Could it really be Greg Althoff? Ian was his son, and it made sense if he did something.

Over at Blue Hill Asylum, Ian had basically given up.

On the other hand, Robin Lynd had spent months just to finally find him here.

She then took on a vacancy to start work as an employee in the asylum, and when she discovered that Ian had been confined in a solitary cell, she used her performance and bribes to become the person who fed him.

Ian had been refusing to eat in order to kill himself, but the asylum director had arranged for nutrient injections just to stop him from dying.

Robin kept bringing him food every day, but he never touched it.

“You have to live.I promise I’ll get you out of here,” she whispered.

Ian slowly looked up at the door.

There was a small vent beneath where food was delivered through, but it was just more evidence that he was living less than a dog —after all, dogs had freedom, but he did not.

He also failed to recognize who was calling for him.

Robin kept trying nonetheless.

“Ian, Ian…”

Finally, he opened his eyes, and exclaimed in surprise when he realized it was Robin, “H-How did you get here?”

“To save you.”

It sounded like a joke to Ian.

“You? Do you think you can beat Diarmuid Althoff?”

He had lost everything to Diarmuid, while she was a woman who had trouble protecting herself.

“Trust me.I have a way,”

Robin promised confidently.

“What?”

“I texted him, saying that Abigail survived and I know where she is…

“She’s dead.He’d never believe you.”

Ian immediately found her idea stupid.

On the other hand, Robin was convinced it would work—especially when it was running so smoothly.

“No, he bought it.

If there’s one person who wishes she were alive, it’s him—he even agreed to trade for your freedom, just to find out where she is.

Ian laughed.

“You’re an idiot.He’s not that stupid even if he wishes for Abigail Bernstein to be alive—I heard that he never cremated or buried her, and instead preserved her body.One DNA test, and he’ll find out that she’s well and truly dead.Your plan is just going to collapse on itself.”

Robin did not know about that and her confidence was at once deflated.

“What should I do, then?”

“Quit it already, Robin.You can’t save me.”

“No, I have to—and I’ll do it.”

Robin was watching him through the vent, even though she had to drop on all fours.

Ian suddenly felt that she was the greatest treasure he found in this life.She never gave up on him, even if she had already fallen to such a wretched state.

“Thank you,” he said, swearing to himself to do right by her if he got out.

“You were saying that Diarmuid would only be sure that it’s Abigail’s corpse if he does a DNA test.” Robin stared at him expectantly.

“We still have a chance if he doesn’t.Don’t give up.Eat.”

Ian looked at Robin in return.

If she had not given up, would it not be premature if he gave up already? “Alright, I’ll eat.”

Meanwhile, Diarmuid was spacing out on the couch, with Tommy playing with his toy dog on his lap.

He never doubted Abigail’s death.

His own people told him that Abigail had been disfigured when they pulled her out of the water, and he himself saw the body afterward.

But what if the body was not hers? Maybe? Just maybe…? He picked up his phone again to make another call…

Soon, Diarmuid’s call was answered, and he said, ”I need a favor.Find someone reliable—we need a DNA test.”

“Yes, sir,” the person on the other end said, and Diarmuid hung up.

Sheryl was a living specimen, and he had all the DNA samples he would need.

An excuse, such as a medical examination, would do.

After that, all they had to do was to wait.

Over at Minerva, all of Abigail’s colleagues were congratulating her for being appointed as the youngest attending physician in Mead Clinic.

Jeff Cartman said, “Dinner’s on you,”

Abigail smiled, but she was feeling generous.

“Alright.That’s a deal.”

Still, a nurse arrived and interrupted the merry atmosphere.

“Dr.Tanner? Dr.Pitt is asking to see you in her office.”

“I’ll be right there,” Abigail said.

“Maybe she wants you to buy her dinner too?” someone joked.

“Desperate, aren’t you?” Jeff chuckled.

Still, he was one of the few who genuinely wished Abigail the best, especially given her meteoric rise.

Before this, anyone who wanted to become an attending physician would have to work for years, while Abigail just arrived a little over six months ago.

No matter how skilled or virtuous she was, jealousy was human nature.

Meanwhile, Abigail followed the nurse to Dr.Pitt’s office.

“Were you asking for me?”

Dr.Pitt, Abigail’s department head, was in her sixties, and the signs of age were already showing on her face while her hair was graying.

Still, her eyes were spirited as she said, “I’l be attending a forum in Zidonia and I have permission to bring you with me.”

Abigail happened to be worried about Lulu Adams, and the idea suited her just fine.

“Really?”

“Is that a yes I hear?”

Dr.Pitt was actually surprised—she thought Abigail would be reluctant.

“Of course.I’m Zidonian, and I could take the chance to visit home ..but aren’t forums usually held on this side of the world? Why Zidonia?” Abigail asked.

“Our new shareholder suggested it to improve Zidonian healthcare standards. He’s certainly a patriot,” Dr.Pitt said.

Abigail lowered her gaze, smiling unwittingly —the love of her life was certainly as wise as he was virtuous.

“You should pack your things when you get home. We will be leaving the day after tomorrow.” Dr.Pitt said.

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