Chapter 273 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

“Where is she now?”Diarmuid asked.

The young doctor shook his head.

“I don’t know.Dr.Carr made everyone leave the OR, and we never saw her since.We don’t even know how or where she was transported away.”

Diarmuid had thought that he would know something, and yet…He scowled and swept his eyes across the other gathered doctors.”None of you know a thing, do you?”

Everyone kept their heads down —all they knew was that Abigail survived, but none of them knew anything else since Stephen handled everything else afterward by himself.

Diarmuid was naturally unhappy with the outcome, and he also knew that Stephen is going to be obstinate.

It would be very difficult to make him talk..

Still, just as things came to a standstill, Diarmuid’s phone rang.

[I’ll be waiting at the Seventh Port.] It was Robin’s text, but Diarmuid could never calm down when it came to Abigail—he so badly wanted to know what had happened to her.

“Bring Ian with us.”

“Excuse me…” the young doctor called out, eager to remind Diarmuid of his promise.

Diarmuid shot him a cool look, and the doctor quickly lowered his head.

“They can go now.And make the arrangements for him.”

“Yes, sir,” James said, and turned to the crowd, “You heard him. You may go now.”

Then, turning to the young doctor, he said, “I’ll help you get into Central Hospital, but whether you keep your job is entirely up to you.”

If he did not have what it took, he would not stay for long even if he went.

After that, James took Ian out of his cell, gagging him and throwing a black sackcloth over his head before throwing him into the car and driving to the Seventh Port.

Robin was already there when they arrived, and she was sweating bullets in nervousness.

Diarmuid came.

Does that mean he believed she knew what happened to Abigail? Working hard to keep her tone even, she said, “Give me Ian and I’ll tell you where Abigail is.”

However, Diarmuid sharply sensed the nerves and unease in her voice!

Robin should be brimming with confidence if she really knew where Abigail Bernstein was.

So, why was she panicking? Even if Diarmuid could never calm down when it comes to Abigail, he was not stupid and his mind still worked just fine.

Keeping his face straight, he said, “Show me proof that you know where she is and I’ll release him.”

And that naturally left Robin flustered.She prepared nothing at all, and she had no idea why Diarmuid was willing to believe her.

Moreover, evidence? She did not even know if Abigail was actually alive! “Like I said, let Ian go and I’ll tell you where she is,”

Robin said, a little too impatient just then.

“You’ll never find her if you refuse.”

Even James was laughing at her folly and ignorance at that point.

Diarmuid was just not letting any chance slip by to find Abigail—he would not be here otherwise.

And since she was feeling guilty in the first place, James’s laugh only unsettled her further.She was trembling so much she could not even hide the panic on her face, but she feigned composure nonetheless.

“W-What are you laughing at?”

“If you actually know anything, tell us where Abigail Bernstein is right now,”

James snarled.

“If you don’t, we’ll feed Ian Althoff to the fishes.His threat left Robin falling apart—she was clenching her fists, but her hands were shaking from fear.

“I-If you…hurt him, you won’t ever find out.”

From the very start, it was a game of who blinks first, and Robin was convinced that she could convince Diarmuid and James that she knew where Abigail was.

But she was too inexperienced, and thus exposed herself early on.

James traded a look with Diarmuid and said, “Since you don’t want to say, you just have to watch him die.”

Then, as Robin looked on, he gestured for his men to tie a rock to Ian and started walking him to the sea.

“W-What are you doing?!”

Realizing that they were dead serious, Robin was on the verge of bursting into tears.

“Don’t you want to know where Abigail Bernstein is?”

James did not even look her way and gestured at his men—with a loud splash and water splattering everywhere, Ian was thrown into the ocean!

“I-I’ll tell you! Just get him out of there!”

Robin cried.

“We’re all ears,” James said calmly.

“I-I don’t know,” Robin mumbled, giving in to the pressure.

“Please, you have to save him!”

No one moved, however, and were merely staring coldly at her.

Desperate and seized by terror, she dropped to her knees, begging, “I just wanted to save Ian! That’s why I lied about Abigail Bernstein—I don’t even know if she’s alive, but you believed me anyway! Please … you have to help him!”

“Get him out of there,” Diarmuid said coolly, and his men pulled Ian out of the water.

Drenched to the skin, Ian would have drowned if they were too slow.

Robin ran up and tore the gag keeping his mouth shut.

“Are you alright?”

Ian coughed, splattering water out of his nose and unable to speak just then.

Robin turned and gave Diarmuid a pleading look.

“Please! No matter what happened, he’s still your cousin! I promise to keep an eye on him and stop him from doing anything bad!”

However, Diarmuid would not waste his breath with her now that it was clear she had no idea where Abigail was.

“Take him, James,”

Diarmuid growled.

Let Ian go? No way! Even if they now had evidence that Abigail survived, it was still reality that Ian tied a bomb to her and kidnapped Tommy.

Diarmuid Althoff, sparing the bastard who hurt his wife and child?! Dream on!

“wait!”

Someone appeared and stopped Diarmuid just then, and Robin became smug when she saw who it was!

Robin knew that she would never rescue Ian so easily, and therefore sought Henry Althoff’s help before he arrived.

After all, Henry was Diarmuid Althoff’s grandfather, and always would be.

No matter how cold or hostile Diarmuid was toward his own family now, Robin was convinced that he would show no such sentiment toward his own grandfather.

She was sure that if Henry showed up, they would be able to take Tan back.

And yet…

Diarmuid’s expression was calm as a placid lake when he saw Henry, and he was unmoved at all.

On the other hand, Henry was leaning against his cane.

His health had deteriorated considerably and there was no hiding it, despite the meticulous care of his team of doctors.

Right now, he was just a candle in the wind.

“Diarmuid.”

Even so, he was deferring to Diarmuid now, and he did not speak like an elder at all.He was just another family member, begging for forgiveness.He certainly regretted making the mistake of changing sides, instead of appealing to Diarmuid with sentiment.

Things would not have turned out like this otherwise, but his regrets changed nothing.

“I’m sick, and it’s very serious…I won’t last more than a few days.Seeing that Ian is your cousin…”

Even as he spoke, Diarmuid’s chauffeur had opened the door for Diarmuid, and he already got into his car, ignoring Henry completely.

“Diarmuid…”

“Sir, perhaps you should listen,”

Moneypenny chimed in, having rushed up to stop Diarmuid from leaving, and hoping that he would forgive Ian given Henry’s health.

They were all Henry’s family, and he had to side with the weak now that Diarmuid won.

He did not want to see his family kill each other until the last man.

“Sir, please,” Moneypenny pleaded.

Even so, Diarmuid was unmoved, and told his driver.

“Go.”

“Sir…”

Moneypenny kept trying, but Diarmuid’s car simply thundered past him, leaving suffocating fumes in its wake.

Having failed so utterly, Moneypenny returned to Henry, holding his arm to keep him standing.

“You knew this would happen even before you came, sir…”

Henry, however, turned to James and said, “I’m ordering you, James Cross—release Ian.”

“Sir, you know that it would get me fired,” James said while remaining solemn and respectful.

”I don’t want to lose my job.Please don’t make things hard for me.”

With that, he turned to his men.

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