“Ricky? What are you doing here?!”
Abigail was at first shocked to see Ricky, but soon snapped as she came to her senses. ‘ Where have you been?!”
“Abigail, please tell them to let go…” Ricky groaned-his arm felt like it would be ripped off soon.
Abigail quickly waved off the bodyguard. “I know him. Let him go!”
The bodyguards did so and left, while Abigail asked, “What happened to you? And why did you sell the mansion?”
“I thought you would help me find Lulu, but you went missing and Diarmuid left the country too,” Ricky explained. “There’s no one here to help me, and I don’t have any clues where to look. It’s like she’s gone without a trace…”
“Anyway, I started drifting from bar to bar, when I spotted Diarmuid’s secretary … Debbie, was it? She was talking to a man in a corner of the bar, acting all shady-like. I then followed the man… and guess what I saw?*
“What?” Abigail urged. “Don’t keep me in suspense.”
“He drove a dump truck and crashed it into James Cross’s car.”
Abigail’s face fell, holding Ricky’s gaze as she asked, “Are you sure about what you saw?”
“Of course. Since I have leverage against Debbie, I used her to start a fight between Ember Lindt and Zachary Slate to make Ember pay.”
He appeared a little proud when he said that, but soon slumped unhappily again. “By the way, I had no choice but to sell the mansion. I had to keep an eye on Debbie’s every move, so I needed help. With Bernstein Holdings bankrupt and no money in my accounts, I had to sell everything I could.”
Abigail did not scold him, since he was hardly useless there.
At the very least, he had done well where James was concerned.
If not for him, no one would have known what Debbie did to James.
“Wait, you sent those street thugs to follow me?” Abigail asked.
“Yeah… I mean, I was worried you’d get upset with me selling the mansion,” Ricky scratched his head. “I didn’t dare to meet you, so I had them watch you for the time being.”
“All grown up, huh,” Abigail said, holding his gaze. “Well, why are you showing up now? Not afraid that I’d beat you up or scold you now?”
“Because you reported me as a missing person. The cops are looking for me now, so I have no choice but to come to you,” Ricky said.
If he was not worried that the cops would find him and discover that he broke the law by sending street thugs to stalk people, he would not have come to Abigail at all.
“Anyway, just call off the search. Tell them that I came home safely.”
“I know,” she said, now worried about Lulu.
And Debbie needed to be dealt with too-something would happen eventually if they kept a time bomb like her around.
“Anyway, still no clue on Lulu at all?” Abigail asked.
Ricky hung his head. “No.”
Needing time to calm down and think, Abigail told him, “Stay here. I’m going out now.”
“Where are you going?”
Abigail shot him a glare. “To call off the search. Thank goodness I went to the cops when I did, or you’d be hiding forever.”
Ricky promptly slouched.
Abigail headed to the precinct and was on the way home when she remembered Ricky’s words, and she turned around, intending to visit James.
She called Zachary-since Stan Hill was not around, Diarmuid would definitely have entrusted James in Zachary’s care.
Being a former doctor, he was the best choice to care for James.
“Hello?”
“It’s me. Which hospital was James Cross admitted to?” Abigail asked. “I’m thinking about visiting him.”
Realizing that it was Abigail, Zachary replied, “Central Hospital.”
Then, he added, “Let’s meet if you’re free later?”
“Sure. We’re staying at Rose Garden,” Abigail replied. “You know the place better than I do.”
“Yeah. See you tonight.”
“Yeah,” Abigail said, hung up and directed the chauffeur to head to Central Hospital.
After asking for James’s ward, she arrived outside and entered…
There, Abigail saw Debbie and Erin Gooding.
There was a flash in Debbie’s eyes when she saw Abigail, and Abigail noticed it.
Abigail knew right then that Debbie was up to no good.
“What are you doing here?” Debbie demanded, no longer showing Abigail any respect, let alone treating her as a superior.
Abigail flashed Debbie a look of disdain as she strode in. “Just checking on James on Diarmuid’s behalf.”
Erin was watching her. “You know James too? Who are you to him?”
“A friend,” Abigail replied
“Oh,” Erin murmured. “He sure has a lot of lady friends.”
First, it was Debbie, and now it was another woman-even if Abigail kept herself wrapped under so many layers that only her eyes were showing, Erin could still tell that she was beautiful.
Abigail then saw that Erin was massaging James.
Despite still being unconscious, his complexion was good, indicating that he had been taken care of very well.
Watching Erin then, she said, “I know you and your father. Since you were raised in Minerva and just came to Zidonia, you can come to me if you need any help.”
“You know my father too?” Erin gasped in surprise.
“Yeah,” Abigail replied.
“What should I call you?” Erin asked.
“I’m Abigail Bernstein, but you can call me however you like.”
On the other hand, Debbie had sneaked here to pull out James’s oxygen tubes. She was unable to do it since Erin was around, and had even less of a chance now that Abigail had showed up.
She left the room, ready to leave, when Abigail stopped her.
“Wait,” she said, holding Debbie’s gaze as she told her, “Diarmuid said that you can leave James’s care to Zachary. You don’t have to come to the hospital now.”
Abigail was wary that Debbie was after James’s life, and therefore needed to take steps.
On the other hand, Debbie was glaring at her for using Diarmuid’s first name so nonchalantly.
What right did she have? She was just a disfigured, hideous bitch!
Despite her unease, she growled, “Mr. Althoff would have called me personally if that was really the case.”
She put emphasis on the word ‘personal’, as if flaunting it in Abigail’s face.
“You can call him if you doubt me,” Abigail said flatly, whipping out her phone and changing Diarmuid’s contact name to darling before holding it out to Debbie.
“Go on, call Diarmuid.” She deliberately repeated Diarmuid’s name again just to show Debbie that as Diarmuid’s ‘darling’, she could call him anything she wanted.
Debbie’s face contorted with rage when she saw the contact name, her cheeks turning into an abnormal scarlet.
But no matter how furious she was, she could not say a thing.
Even if she was nothing!
The only reason Abigail got to strut was because she had a child with Diarmuid!
“What, weren’t you going to call Diarmuid?” Abigail asked, but she already knew that Debbie would not do it.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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