“Actually, getting too many supplements would be harmful instead,” Abigail told Mrs. Watson mildly. “Just shelve it for now.”
“Yes, Mrs. Althoff.” Mrs. Watson did as she was told, while Abigail returned to her room.
Tommy usually napped in the afternoon, and he was now getting drowsy.
He soon dozed off as Abigail carried him around, patting him on the back a little.
While he was almost estranged from her, he did not reject her-he was even a little curious about her, the person who suddenly showed up in the house, and he was nice enough about it.
Abigail got a little sleepy after coaxing him to sleep, and since she was frail after labor, she dozed off too.
There was no telling how long had passed when the door suddenly swung open.
Opening her eyes to find that it was Sheryl, Abigail’s mind cleared up a little as she sat up, asking softly, “Did you find him?”
“No.” Sheryl kept her voice low as well, worried that she would wake Tommy. “The mansion was sold to someone else.”
“What?!” Abigail exclaimed in surprise. “But, how? I thought it was left under your name…”
“Everything your father left me was in the mansion. I only brought my clothes here,” Sheryl said, appearing disappointed. “He must have stolen everything.”
On the other hand, Abigail was pensive.
Why would Ricky sell everything in the house for no reason?
And where was he? Why would he go missing?
As she pondered for a reason, she got to her feet. “I’m going out.”
“Where do you think you’re going? Everything is gone,” Sheryl said as she caught her. “And you should be taking your time to rest.”
Abigail looked her in the eye right then. “I’m worried that something has happened to him. Did you know that Bernstein Holdings went bankrupt too?”
Sheryl certainly had no idea-she basically never left this apartment ever since Diarmuid arranged for her to babysit Tommy here, and only stepped out to take Tommy on short strolls without going too far.
She did not have much in the way of human contact either, and therefore had no idea what was happening out there.
“How did that happen?”
“It’s a long story,” Abigail did not go into detail, but it really would be horrific if Ricky really went missing just like Lulu did.
“But where are you even going to look? Diarmuid’s not around… Maybe you should call him?”
Abigail understood that Sheryl was concerned, but Diarmuid had even more problems on his plate-calling him now might just get him distracted.
The food that Debbie brought was a point in case-she was worried about eating it, so she had Mrs. Watson shelved it for now.
While she could call Diarmuid about this and ask if Debbie did it under his instructions, she just did not want him to have to worry about home too.
“I can’t depend on him for everything,” she said-or she would be a burden to Diarmuid, like Debbie had put it.
“Well, who would you go to?” Sheryl asked.
‘I’ll go to a precinct,” Abigail said.
“Alright, but I’m coming with you.” Sheryl was worried.
“It’s fine. Diarmuid has arranged a protection detail for US,” Abigail told her. ’
They will be following US wherever we go.”
“At least dress in layers.”
Abigail did so, wrapping herself up tightly.
Sheryl brought a cap and a scarf too, to prevent Abigail from catching a cold.
‘You should always keep this on or your neck would get stiff,” Sheryl said as she wrapped the scarf around Abigail’s neck.
Abigail, however, knew that Sheryl was helping her hide the scars on her face and neck.
Sheryl told her, “Come home soon.” “Yeah,” Abigail replied, before leaving in a taxi to the nearest precinct-she did not call for the chauffeur since she thought he had left to get a dog.
Arriving at the precinct, she spoke to an officer on duty.
“A missing person?”
“Yes.” Abigail replied.
“How long has it been since you noticed that he went missing?” the officer asked as he recorded the details.
“Two days,” Abigail replied, but she did not actually know how long Ricky had gone missing, specifically —all she knew was that 48 hours was long enough to build a case.
“Do you have any further details about the missing person?”
Abigail told the officer everything she could about Ricky, and the officer told her, “Please leave a number. We will contact you immediately once we find him.”
“Okay,” Abigail said, and did as she was told.
As she stepped out, she stood at the doorway for a moment, deciding that she had to pin her hopes on the cops for now.
This was her only option, too-she had no one to go to after James’s accident.
When she stopped a taxi, however, she unwittingly turned to notice someone watching her nearby.
He quickly hid behind a pine tree when she noticed him.
When Abigail walked over to the tree, however, the person already left, leaving her puzzled.
Was she seeing things?
Still, a taxi had arrived, and she hailed it, heading straight home.
Soon, the taxi returned to the apartment and she aligned.
However, she heard a commotion just as she was about to head inside the apartment block, and she turned to find two burly black-clad men subduing a shady man wearing a baseball cap.
Abigail walked over to them, and one of the black-clad men promptly said, ’ He’s been tailing you.”
Abigail raised a brow. So she was not imagining things outside the precinct- someone was really tailing her?
She was certainly curious as to who would want to tail her and she said,’ Show me his face.”
The bodyguards took off the man’s cap and lifted his face, but Abigail did not recognize him.’ Who sent you?”
One of black-clad men punched the man in the gut right then, sending him to the floor, clutching the stomach and trembling as he curled into a ball.
“Oof..”
Abigail coldly asked, “Who sent you?”
The man still would not talk. “I’m just paid to do this.”
As such, the bodyguards straightened him out, and he soon spilled his guts.
“Stop! I’m just a nobody… A street thug! There’s just this mysterious person who came to US one day, paying US off and telling US to work for them.
They wore a mask, SO we don’t know their name, or whether they were a man or a woman-there’s just a handful of us, and since the mysterious person was quite generous, we’re quite happy to play along…”
“How do we reach them?” one of the bodyguards asked.
“I have his number,” the street thug replied.
The bodyguard took the phone out of the street thug’s pocket and held out the phone at him. “Call them.”
The street thug did not want to keep getting beaten up, so he quickly scrolled through his contacts, found the number, and called it.
His call was soon answered!
One of the bodyguards gestured for the street thug to speak, and he stammered over the phone, ’T- The person you asked me to tail… Just entered her apartment block…”
“Abigail… Oh?!”
Sheryl just happened to step outside the apartment block with Tommy, and she yelped when she saw them.
The person on the other end seemed to have heard them and quickly hung up.
Abigail took the street thug’s phone and called the same number again, but no one answered this time.
They dropped the ball.
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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