“Well, should I send her away?” Zachary asked, since he really did not know Erin.
“Leave her be,” Diarmuid said flatly. “Now tell me about you.”
“Me?” Zachary felt embarrassed to even start.
However, he needed an ear given the mess he was in, just as he needed a solution.
“Ember Lindt had an affair…” he said, since Diarmuid was the only one who would listen now. “It’s true. I caught her in the act.”
He had no love for Ember, but she was still his wife, and her affair left him at once repulsed and humiliated.
After all, being cucked utterly destroys a man’s dignity.
Diarmuid frowned, but felt no sympathy for Zachary-he had married Ember even if he did not love her.
If anything, an affair was only to be expected.
“What are you going to do?”
“I want a divorce, but the Lindts disagree. The whole thing was set up by my mother in the first place, or I would not have agreed to-“
“Stop.”
Diarmuid did not have time for the whole story, but looked at Zachary as a parent would look at a child. “You are your own man, Zachary Slate-you can destroy anyone who stands in your way, or devour them if need be. You’ve already had plenty of time to train yourself, so it’s time to show your chops.”
Zachary understood, but he was also a little confused.
“Now that things have come to this, you should think for yourself,” Diarmuid finished, and left the hospital.
In the end, the Lindts were the only thing standing in Zachary’s way.
He did benefit from marrying Ember thanks to his alliance with them, and his own mother had set it up in the first place because of their wealth and influence.
Was Diarmuid telling him that he should claim leadership over them?
It did make sense, and Zachary knew what to do right then!
The next day, Abigail woke up to the sight of a pair of tiny cheeks that resembled Diarmuid’s, and she reached out to touch them.
Suddenly, Tommy got up and ran off, though Diarmuid soon entered.
She slept soundly last night. But although she did not know what time he returned, the dark circles under his eyes made it evident that he had not slept.
It had been the case over the last few days and weariness showed on his face.
Getting up, he told her, “You should sleep.”
Diarmuid sat on the bed then and held her hand. “Stan has already hired the best private detectives for the job and I need to meet them soon. I’ve also arranged for a protection detail for you while I settle things over there.”
Abigail certainly understood that having to travel to and from Minerva was difficult, and could not help feeling sad.
She was so preoccupied with her own grief that she forgot Diarmuid was the father too.
He must be hurting too, right?
She raised a hand and placed it gently on his cheek.
It was a gesture that said both nothing and everything.
Diarmuid left quickly after lunch, while Abigail lay over the living room couch, staring blankly at the ceiling, her thoughts an enigma.
Sheryl came and pulled a blanket over Abigail.
‘What’s on your mind?”
Abigail came to her senses right then and said, “Nothing.”
She then turned to look at Tommy, who was fiddling with a toy dog on the carpet before the couch.
Spotting many other toy dogs, she asked, “Does Tommy like dogs?”
“Yes,” Sheryl replied. “We happened to spot one the size of a small cow when I took him out on a stroll. The very sight of it scared me, but Tommy wasn’t spooked at all. That’s children for you, I guess.”
Abigail held out her hands at Tommy just then, “Come here, Tommy.”
Tommy looked up at her, blinking his large black eyes, his thick lashes fluttering as he did.
“Go on,” Sheryl coaxed, and the boy finally got up and walked over to Abigail.
Gathering him in her arms and pointing at the toy dog he was holding, Abigail asked, ‘Should I buy you a live one?”
“Are you saying we should keep a pet?” Sheryl exclaimed as soon as she was finished. “But animals always carry bacteria and
viruses, and Tommy is just a toddler. What if he gets infected? That’s not how you earn his favor, you know?”
Tommy seemed to understand, however, and pressed himself against
Abigail while babbling, “Yes.”
Sheryl, worried that he would rupture Abigail’s scar, was about to take him away.
“I’m fine,” Abigail said, stopping Sheryl.
It was not easy for Tommy to get close to her-she wanted more, too, and the last thing she wanted was to push him away.
As she gave him a peck on the cheek, she added before Sheryl could say a thing, ‘Get a small dog, and buy it from a legal pet shop, since they always vaccinate the animals.
Pet hospitals are everywhere these days, so you can get it examined before adoption too.”
Sheryl understood that Abigail wanted to win over Tommy and had no choice but to agree. “Alright, but you’re staying here. I’ll get the chauffeur to do it.”
“Okay,” Abigail replied, and suddenly asked, “By the way, how has Ricky been lately?
Sheryl was stumped. She had been busy taking care of Tommy and had no idea how Ricky was doing since she had not returned to spencer Mansion.
“…. don’t know.”
Abigail whipped out her phone to give Ricky a call, but another call came in before she could.
She answered it, and the voice on the other end barked, “I’m getting married. Come attend my wedding!”
Attend a wedding?
She did not even know who was speaking!
Abigail quickly asked, ‘Who are you?’
The person on the other end was silent for a moment before laughing coolly. “Forgotten all about me already?”
Abigail finally placed the voice. “Harvey Gooding?”
She was uncertain, however, because the voice somehow sounded weird.
“Are you sick?” she asked.
“.lt’s just a minor cold.”
“lL see. So, you’re getting married? I remembered you saying that you didn’t have anyone…”
Abigail was quite surprised that Harvey would suddenly say that he was getting married. “Anyway, congratulations-don’t worry, I’ll definitely send you a gift.”
“No, you have to attend my wedding.” There was a clear demand in Harvey’s voice!
Abigail became silent for a moment, but said, “Sorry, but I’m busy.”
She turned toward Tommy and patted his little head.
Diarmuid was not around, and she was still in the middle of her postpartum care and should not leave the house.
Moreover, Harvey was in Sunny City-she might have considered it if he was holding it somewhere closer, but Sunny City was just too far.
“We’re not even friends, huh?” Harvey was obviously incensed. “Fine, just pretend I never said it, since you think of me as a tool and not a friend.”
Abigail frowned, unsure what had got him so upset. “If you’re still upset about what happened last time-“
“Save it. Just pretend I never called or invited you. Let’s just stay away from each other from now on!”
With that, he hung up, leaving Abigail frowning at the beeping.
“What is it?” Sheryl asked.
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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