“Get him inside the car.Move.”
Robin, however, was clinging tightly to Ian in fear.
You’re just Diarmuid Althoff’s lapdog! What right do you have to disobey his grandfather?!”
Even as Ian was leaning against Robin’s arm, his lips curled up ina smile.
She cared so much about him.
He had not lost everything —at the very least, he had a woman who loved him.
On the other hand, could Diarmuid say the same, even with his mountains of wealth and unending list of accomplishments? “Robin,”
Ian whispered even as he watched her.
“Don’t waste your breath.It won’t work.”
Robin, however, was stubbornly holding on to hope and Jan.
“No.Your grandfather has spoken.I don’t think James gets to strut.”
Even so, James and his men came up just then and firmly pulled Ian out of her grasp while James leveled her a cool stare.
“I may be a lapdog, but I’m Diarmuid Althoff’s lapdog.That’s why I don’t have to listen to anyone.”
Robin looked up, glaring at him in pure spite.
“You’re a lowlife! You’re vermin!”
One of James’s men spoke up for James right then.
“Ian’s girl really has a potty mouth, doesn’t she? Guess we’ll have to show him some proper hospitality when we get back.”
Robin was certainly shaken, and screamed, “You wouldn’t dare!”
“We’re the ones holding him.That’s not up to you to decide,”
With that, they shoved Ian into the car, shutting the door with a loud bang! Robin caught up, but the driver did not care how hard she was hitting the door or if he hit her, and floored the gas pedal.
Robin was knocked off her feet, and her knees were cut and bleeding while the cars sped off.
While Henry was left sighing, Moneypenny understood all too well what he was thinking.
“There’s no saving him, but…”
“You have a plan?”
Henry turned toward him.
“I do,” Moneypenny replied and leaned toward Henry…
Moneypenny’s voice was very soft as he whispered to Henry, and he was sliding peeks at Robin as she remained on the ground.
“Sir, you’re just upset because Master Ian is one of your grandsons, but he did murder Abigail Bernstein.”
In other words, he was saying that Diarmuid would never forgive Ian, and now, they had no leverage or ability to fight Diarmuid.”But as long as he leaves a seed, he’s not gone forever,”
Moneypenny finished.
Henry quickly understood what he meant.
Turning to look at Robin and thinking about it briefly, he soon said, “Well, that’s an idea.”
To assure him further, Moneypenny added, “Master Greg’s line will not be snuffed so soon, anyway.Even if something were to happen to Master Ian, his father still lives—he’s lost the function of his legs, but that doesn’t mean he’s lost all functions below the waist.”
Henry’s wrinkled eyelids twitched.
“Sly old fox.”
“Well, is there a reason it wouldn’t work?” Moneypenny asked as he helped him stand.
Henry considered it, but Moneypenny was right—his grandson was gone, but his son was still alive.
Even if Diarmuid now had a stranglehold over the Althoff family estate, they were still not poor enough to need alms.
A starving elephant would still outmatch a lion! They still retained a considerable fortune to live grandly, and it was not that hard an issue to get Greg a woman.
Money talks, after all.
As for Ian, they could give up on him if things did not work out.
“What should we do?”
Robin ran toward them just then, and tugged on Henry’s sleeve.
“You have to save Ian!”
Henry traded glances with Moneypenny, and Moneypenny told her, “As you can see, Master Diarmuid isn’t giving any quarter.There’s nothing we can do.”
Robin was desperate.
“Are we supposed to just sit and watch Ian being locked up? He’s still so young…”Henry, however, had no patience for her complaints.What good was crying? They would have gotten Ian out if they could.But the reality was that they could not, and would crying change a thing? What a waste of time! He was going to let Moneypenny tell her, but since his butler was dawdling, he simply said, “If you care so much about him, are you willing to bear his child?” Robin froze.
What was that supposed to mean? How did it suddenly get to that? “Shouldn’t we be thinking about how to save Ian?” she asked.
“We can’t get him out,”
Henry made it very clear.
“But you should be able to make it inside…”
“W-What?”
Robin’s teary gaze showed both understanding and disbelief.
“You will go into his cell and get pregnant with his child.Then, I’ll get you out.”
Robin dropped limply to the ground.
“W-We’re not going to save him?”
Henry breathed a long sigh — it was not as if he did not want to do it, he just could not.This was about the only thing he could manage.
“It’s fine if you don’t agree to it. There’s no forcing this anyway,” Henry said, and turned toward Moneypenny.
“Let’s go.”
“Wait.”
Wiping away her tears, Robin said, “I’ll do it.”
Henry naturally expected that answer —she loved Ian so much she was definitely willing to sacrifice herself.
As such, he turned toward his butler, “Make the arrangements, Moneypenny.”
“Of course, sir.”
Over at Minerva, Abigail was looking for her department head, Dr.Pitt, while holding a stack of materials, including the latest progress report on the development of a fully artificial heart.
The theme of the forum of Zidonia happened to be about that, and everyone knows that Mead Clinic stood at the top of this field.
With the progress report and the pile of data she carried, she was hoping to bring this back home, and the Zidonian research on artificial heart would most definitely gain a breakthrough.
She was at once hopeful and apprehensive, but just as she was about to knock on the door to Dr.Pitt’s office, she heard voices.
As she listened to the conversation, her face fell…
Dr.Wells, the chief of the hospital, was telling Dr.Pitt, ‘The orders from above are that our research is not to be revealed to Zidonia.Yes, our new Zidonian shareholder had made us agree to take part in their forum at all, and it was out of our hands, but our country’s efforts should be kept here.Would we still have an edge over them if we announce our findings there?”
Dr.Pitt was sharp enough to tell that it was not just the hospital wanting to keep things under wraps— there was more at stake than what she could see.
Meanwhile, Dr.Wells was still ranting in frustration about how things had been mishandled.
“Also, Dr.Tanner may have contributed greatly, and it’s almost beyond question that she should be sent as a representative, but did you forget that she’s Zidonian? Where do you think her loyalties lie? I’m sure you know, so why choose her? You should have hidden it from her in the first place! You’re basically asking for it!”
“I just thought that she is the right person,” Dr.Pitt admitted.
“I didn’t think that far ahead.”
“She’s already an attending physician now, so stop letting her steal the spotlight or she’ll get out of control.She’s outstanding — keeping her will help our research, but if we allow her to rise beyond our control…”
Dr.Pitt suddenly said quietly, “Actually, I’ve asked her to prepare the progress report on our research to bring it to Zidonia.She’s probably done by now…”
It was as if she knew Dr.Wells would throw a fit, and it happened just as she thought it would.
“What were you thinking?!”
Dr.Wells scowled.
“She’s just going to send everything we have back to Zidonia! Don’t you know how much capital was spent on this research? And we’re supposed to hand it over to Zidonia for free?!”
Nonetheless, Dr.Pitt said, Actually, I think she would be even more suspicious if I were to suddenly tell her that she’s not going. I’ll just screen through the report and take out anything that is potentially vital.”
“Good.Be more careful from now on,”
Dr.Wells said, reluctant to lose a talented doctor like Abigail as well.
“I know,” Dr.Pitt replied, and Dr.Wells left her office.
Abigail had hidden herself in a corner and felt the irony as she watched Dr.Wells leave.
Though the title of the forum was ‘Salvation without Borders’, it was not actually the case—nations competed against each other like individuals would, and that created borders between lives.
She hence returned to her office, taking out all the important materials from the progress report—she would never have had access if Dr.Pitt did not ask her to help compile it.
And what was the point of the forum if she did not bring these back? She must, and not through Dr.Pitt.
She shoved everything she took out into her drawer, and brought what remained to Dr.Pitt, who was standing outside her office.
Dr.Pitt was going to look for Abigail after Dr.Wells left, but Abigail arrived anyway.
“Come in,” Dr.Pitt said, and sat down behind her desk.
Abigail handed her the report, and said, Here’s the materials for the forum.
Please go over them.”
Dr.Pitt glanced at her, and screened through the materials, looking up in surprise when she was done.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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