Chapter 280 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

“What are you doing here?”

Mark sighed.

“I didn’t get an invitation, but I really wanted to be here, so…”

“Got it,” Abigail replied. “Come with me.”

Mark was surprised.

“You can get me in?”

He even tried to pull strings, but he simply could not make it in.

Abigail turned and gave him a look, but said nothing.

In her opinion, the worst thing about Zidonia was its strict adherence to a pecking order.

Anyone who wanted to learn about anything should be given the chance, even if they were not professionals.

And even if they did not know a thing on the subject before, they could learn on the go, and they might even offer a better insight.

She had a few words with Dr.

Pitt, who nodded and discussed it with the host.

Mead Clinic did have a say in things since they had the data on the latest development of a fully artificial heart, and Abigail soon returned to lead Mark to a seat.

“Thank you,” Mark said.

“Oh, wait.Does Mr.Althoff know—”

He quickly stopped himself, since ‘alive’ seemed rather inappropriate.

Abigail did not mind it, however, and replied, ”He knows.I’ll be heading back now.”

“Sure, sure.You go do that.”

Mark smiled.He thought that she was different, though it was probably also because he saw her in a different light after finding out her relationship with Diarmuid.

The forum soon began with the Zidonian host giving the usual formal speech.

“Thank you everyone for making the journey across the globe.It’s my honor to welcome our foreign guests—please give them a warm round of applause.”

“The title of our forum is ‘Salvation without Borders’, and among the main topics is the prospect of a fully artificial heart.I’m sure our perseverance in research would allow us to triumph against death…”

After that, it was another speech from Dr.Pitt, but it was the usual formalities with no actual information offered.

Soon, they began discussion about various issues and all participants were allowed to speak freely.

Everyone naturally came prepared, and as many Zidonian researchers voiced their experiences and ideas for potential development, Abigail would quietly make notes—the country had its fair share of talents after all.

Most questions raised had been discussed internally at Mead Clinic, though the Zidonians’ ideas were more viable.

Someone then asked the Mead Clinic representatives a question, and Dr.Pitt picked Abigail to answer it.

As Abigail rose to her feet, her expression was solemn, “As a doctor specializing in cardiovascular diseases at Mead Clinic, I have taken part in many researches and gained considerable progress, but that also means its fair share of problems.My personal opinion is that while medical advancement has

allowed for heart transplants to avert lethal heart attacks, most patients do not get a donor, and being forced to face death despite the equality of all lives is savage.Ww At that point, she paused—she insisted that it was her personal opinion, and that she was not representing Mead Clinic.After all, the hospital had given them scripts that offer long-winded answers without anything meaningful.

Moreover, the so-called equality was hardly maintained.

Heart transplants were denied because of money, even though it was exceedingly difficult to find the right donor.

Now, she was going to narrow things down to the various ideas proposed by the Zidonian researchers, so that there was a greater chance for those ideas to be realized.

Still, there was plenty of jargon involved and it was going to be a long speech…

“I think—” she continued, when someone rushed into the hall!

It was a worker, who appeared sloppy as he carried a stack of documents and stood outside the door.

Abigail’s speech was cut short because of his sudden intrusion.

Knowing the abruptness of his arrival, he quickly lowered his head and walked along the wall.

He was here to deliver documents and had to use his elbow to keep the doors open as he entered, since he was holding the stack of paper in his arms.

He just did not expect the doors to swing open so abruptly and loudly, leaving him at a loss.

Still, the distraction was soon over, and Abigail remained unaffected as she finished her speech.

Diarmuid had been sitting at an inconspicuous corner, his gaze bypassing countless others to stay fixed on Abigail.

She seemed to sparkle when she spoke about her expertise, her confidence making her glow bewitchingly.

He did not even realize that he was smiling faintly, but he certainly admired her at that very moment.

She was no naive, ignorant child, and he could feel the passion in her speech.

And he admired her for that.

The forum was split over two days, and as they were done for the day, Abigail slowly left the hall, with a hand clutching her belly.

That was when Mark suddenly appeared before her, giving her a thumbs up.

“I didn’t think you were one of the researchers.Your speech left me speechless.”

He did not expect Abigail to have developed so well in the field, and while he did not know most of the jargon, he was absorbed nonetheless.

“I didn’t know that you were working at Mead Clinic.Actually, I’ve been there myself and was trying to poach a talented young doctor but failed…That said, are you interested in returning?”

Mark was already scheming again, intent on getting his previously unfinished business done—but Abigail had no intention of returning soon.

“Why not? But we are lacking talents like yours, y’know? If you’re avoiding—”

“Mark Wickers,” an icy voice called out just then, cutting Mark short.

They both turned to find Diarmuid striding toward them, growling, “Do you know who she is?”

Mark nodded.

“Yes…”

“So why are you bothering her?”

Diarmuid was exceedingly annoyed— Abigail was pregnant and the forum lasted the entire morning.

There was no doubt that she was tired, but he was still bugging her with his nonsense! Mark actually smacked himself on the forehead for forgetting it.

Abigail was Diarmuid’s lover, and clearly had no need for money! In fact, he should be addressing her as ‘ma’am’ since Diarmuid had invested in his company! There was little wonder why Diarmuid was so upset! Smiling gingerly, Mark said, “Sorry, my bad.”

Abigail actually knew that Mark had been to Minerva and the reason behind the visit.

She assured him, “Don’t worry—our country’s medical technology would never fall behind.”

“Really? Do you know something that we don’t?”

Mark quickly pressed.

Abigail looked around to ensure that there was no one eavesdropping, before saying, “Diarmuid is now a shareholder of Mead Clinic.”

Mark’s eyes widened.

While he was obsessing over poaching talents, Diarmuid had outclassed him by directly taking a piece of the pie and becoming a shareholder.

He could not be more impressed—it only made sense that the man always succeeded.

“Let’s go,”

Diarmuid told Abigail, putting a hand around her shoulder and asking, “I guess you’re hungry now? What do you want for lunch?”

Abigail was certainly hungry.

“Curry…”

Diarmuid narrowed his eyes.

“No,” he said in refusal.

That stuff left the body heated and it was unhealthy for her pregnancy.

Pursing her lips, she said, “Then you choose.”

“Okay.”

He soon brought her to a restaurant offering private cuisine, ordering the place’s speciality, and while they waited to be served, Abigail watched him and asked, “Have you been in touch with Zachary Slate?”

She was done with work, so it was time to talk about Lulu Adams.

“Mostly at work,”

Diarmuid said flatly— Zachary might be in charge of Slate Industries, but his abilities as a businessman fell short compared to his abilities as a doctor.

In fact, their so-called business connection was mostly just Diarmuid helping him.

“Why mention him out of the blue?”

“I need to see him after this,” Abigail said, when Diarmuid’s phone began to ring.

The call just happened to be from Zachary.

Diarmuid raised a brow when he saw the name on the screen, seemingly expecting it.

Speak of the devil indeed.

“I need a favor,” the voice from the other end said.

“I’m at the Elegant Dawn.Get over here.”

The person on the other end was silent for a moment, before saying, “Okay.”

With that, Diarmuid put away his phone and turned toward Abigail.

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