Ember was certainly quick-witted.
But although she managed to guess that someone had set her up in such a short time, she could not think of anyone who would do this to her.
‘Just put on your clothes and leave!” Zachary snapped right then and turned to leave.
Ember quickly caught him. “Listen to me, Zachary. I was set up-”
‘Do I look like I give a damn?” Zachary’s eyes were cold even as he watched her-he simply could not get a read on her.
There were times when she was nice enough, but she was otherwise horrific!
‘Are you going to divorce me?” Ember asked-no man could stand being a cuck after all.
Zachary held her faze for a moment and said, “Tell me where Lulu is and I won’t.”
A realization dawned on Ember right then and she released Zachary, stumbling backward.
“You were being nice to me… because of her?”
Yes.”
Zachary did not deny it, and Ember was left shaking with rage.
So it was all feigned sincerity-she was just dumb enough to believe that he would fall for her!
Her eyes were red. “And you set me up?”
‘I would never stoop this low,” Zachary replied coolly. “Not going to admit what you did now, are you?”
‘You’re still trying to argue? I came because I received your text! This entire mess was by your design, so that you can accuse me of adultery and divorce me while finding out where Lulu is! It’s a master plan that kills two birds with one stone, right? But I’m no pushover, Zachary Slate! Don’t think you can get rid of me so easily!’
Zachary frowned, feeling that Ember had really lost herself to her own hysterics. “What are you talking about? Look, just calm down for a moment and think-’
“I won’t tell you even if I know where she is!”
Since Zachary was burning bridges, Ember gave up on all pretenses right then.
“So it really was you,” Zachary growled, glaring at her with crimson eyes. ’ Tell me-is she alive?”
‘She’s fucking dead!”
Ember could not care less-right now, she just wanted to make Zachary suffer.
After all, if she had to suffer, no one could get off scot-free!
He wants to mess with her? Fine!
“Why don’t you ask your mom where she is?” Ember told him, and then laughed maniacally. “Let’s see if you would let kinship get in the way of justice, haha!”
That was a bolt from the blue for Zachary.
Was Lulu really dead?
And his own mother was involved?
‘Don’t give me that crap.’
Zachary could not believe it-be it Lulu’s death, or that his own mother was involved.
He left immediately, as if he could avoid confronting the truth.
Debbie the secretary had hidden herself in a comer and watched as everything happened, smiling coolly when she saw Ember fall to shambles.
She was going to kill Ember, but the mysterious person disagreed, suggesting this instead.
She was the one who texted Ember and got the man who slept with him.
Once Ember was unconscious, they wiped her inbox.
The mysterious person texted her just then.
[She’s now too busy fighting Zachary to care about you.]
That was certainly the case, but Debbie still had other concerns.
[James Cross may be a vegetable now, but there’s still a chance that he will recover.]
[The answer is still no. If you so much as lay a finger on him, Diarmuid Althoff will know everything. ]
Debbie was certainly unhappy with that arrangement, but she could not find out anything about the mysterious person, and their ID was untrackable.
As such, she was subject to their whims.
[Understood.]
Although Minerva was not Diarmuid’s domain, he managed to gather all security footage from Flanley Hospital through Sammy’s influence, along with information of all the doctors and medical staff involved in Abigail’s surgery.
However, there was nothing suspicious on video, and the records detailed that the child was taken out by C-section but was not breathing even after resuscitation.
After that, the body was placed at the morgue, and the hospital administration said that they were allowed access any time.
Everything seemed cut and dry.
“Is there something you still suspect?” Sammy asked. “Perhaps I should also point out that our mutual friends are busy throwing everything they have at my maternal grandfather. They won’t have the time to
mess with us. Look, I know it’s hard to believe it, and you’re asking me to check because you don’t want to accept reality. But that doesn’t mean it’s not reality.”
Diarmuid looked up just then-his gaze was as dark as an abyss.
“So? What else can I do for you?” Sammy quickly switched gears right then -he was sharp enough to tell that Diarmuid is refusing to hear a word of it.
“I want everything you can get on her,” he growled, placing the dossier on the surgeon in charge of Abigail’s surgery. “That includes every text received over the last month, the people she was in touch with, and everywhere she’s been-the more information, the better.”
In reality, he knew that Sammy spoke reason-he and Abigail were in denial.
However, he has an obligation as a father to find out the truth, just as he must give Abigail an answer.
“I’ll have something soon,” Sammy said. “See you.”
“Yeah,” Diarmuid muttered, and took a moment to straighten his face before returning to Abigail’’s ward.
Her postpartum hemorrhage had since been stopped, and it turned out that her emotional distress was the cause, coupled with her frailness after going into labor.
He entered to find Abigail’s eyes wide open. Hurrying to her side, he leaned forward with a tender gaze in his eyes. “You’re awake.”
Abigail ignored that and rasped, I heard everything outside.”
Her eyes were sunken, and she lost so much weight she was utterly haggard.
Diarmuid was hoping that she could not overhear his conversation with Sammy -that was why he kept it outside, but she woke up earlier than he expected.
Wrapping his arms around her and kissing her gently on the forehead, he said, “It’s going to be fine. Don’t think about it, okay?”
“How could I not?! She was inside me for eight months! It’s all your fault-1 would have prepared everything to deliver her, and not while I’m half dead! Tell me-how could you be so calm?!”
“Sorry…”
Diarmuid could not offer a retort, because it was all this fault! He never anticipated anything, be it during or after it all happened!
‘I want to see her.”
Diarmuid tightened his hold around her frail frame. “You’re tired. Just sleep.”
Seeing would only cause her further sadness and right now, her body could not take anymore stress.
“Tommy still needs you. If you miss him, I can take you home to see him right now-“
“I’m fine. Don’t change the subject.” Abigail was determined. “I’ll see her, or I can’t rest.”
Diarmuid had no choice but to agree to her demand, only to run into another issue that aroused his suspicion!
“I’ll check if the remains have been cremated.”
The head nurse picked up a phone to call the morgue staff.
The Flanley Hospital administration had told them that they could see the remains of the baby whenever they wanted.
Now, however, they failed to show anything-claiming that it was a rule for the hospital to cremate every unclaimed body within regular intervals.
‘Oh, I see.”
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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