Chapter 315 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Tommy was sitting on the floor and playing with his little dog, and she walked up to pat his little head. “Are you having fun?”

Tommy looked up and beamed at her, and she scooped him up in his arms and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Sheryl soon walked up to her and took Tommy off her arms. ’Scoot. Back to your room.”

After all, Abigail was not sticking to her postpartum recovery routine at all, and it was as if she could not help being busy every day.

Abigail understood that Sheryl was concerned, and hence returned to her room obediently.

Unable to fall asleep, she picked up a book.

Bang, bang, bang!

However, she had barely flipped through a few pages when someone rapped on her door.

Abigail opened the door to find Sheryl standing there with Tommy in her arms. “Look! There’s this red rash all over Tommy’s body. I think it’s some sort of allergy…”

Abigail quickly checked, and saw that the rash was growing all over

Tommy’s hands and chest… but while it resembled an allergic reaction, it somehow was not.

“Get the car ready. I’m taking him to the hospital.”

’Mrs. Watson and I will go. You stay home,” Sheryl said-Abigail was going to hurt her body, running around constantly less than a month after giving birth.

‘No, I’m worried.” Abigail shook her head. “I’ll just dress in layers—l’ll be fine.” Seeing that Abigail was determined, Sheryl had no choice but to let her go. After they rushed Tommy to the hospital, a dermatologist examined the toddler and said, “This is a viral infection, commonly found in animals with long fur. Would you happen to be rearing a pet?”

Abigail nodded. “A dog.”

“Has he been in close contact with it?”

Yes.”

‘Does the dog have a proof of health and vaccination?”

‘I think so!” Abigail said-she had instructed the chauffeur to make sure that the dog is healthy.

If anything, this should not have happened at all.

“You should get the dog checked at a vet for diseases. Animals tend to be a vector of diseases, so you have to be watchful.”

Understood,” Abigail replied.

‘I’ll write a prescription for your kid—it’s an ointment for the skin. Also, keep him away from the dog.

Abigail nodded.

Once they got home, Abigail had Sheryl take Tommy to his room and apply the ointment, while she called for Mrs. Watson, asking, ‘The chauffeur bought the dog, didn’t he?”

Mrs. Watson nodded hesitantly. “Yes, ma’am.”

‘Tell him to come,” Abigail said, glowering.

“Is there a problem, ma’am?” Mrs. Watson asked gingerly.

“I said to get a healthy dog, but is it really?”

She was certainly skeptical.

Mrs. Watson’s face fell right then.

‘Get the chauffeur,” Abigail urged again.

Rubbing her hands, Mrs. Watson finally told her, “Actually, Debbie bought the dog.”

Abigail sprang to her feet. “What?!”

Abigail could hardly believe her ears. “Debbie bought the dog? How could it be her?!”

It was hardly a surprise if there was something wrong with the dog Debbie bought, given her heinous natural

Mrs. Watson quickly admitted, “Debbie overheard me asking the chauffeur to buy a dog, and offered to do it instead, saying that she knows a lot about animals. I agreed to it, since she had always done well at her job…”

Abigail was frustrated, but after how Mrs. Watson had taken care of her for so long, she understood that Mrs. Watson did not mean harm.

Working hard to keep her emotions in check, she said, “Take the dog to a vet right now for a full body checkup. Found out if it’s sick.”

Seeing that she was flustered, Mrs. Watson asked, “Was it the cause for Tommy’s rash?”

Abigail nodded. “Wait, never mind – will go with the chauffeur.”

She was worried that something would happen in between again, and she gave Sheryl a head’s up before she left. “Don’t go anywhere, Mom.”

“Okay,” Sheryl said-Tommy was feeling very uncomfortable with the rash anyway, and he was now throwing a tantrum in contrast to his usual quiet nature.

At the vet, the dog was found to carry a virus after a thorough examination.

“A virus?” Abigail was dumbstruck, and quickly pressed, “Is it infectious?”

Tommy had been hugging the dog a lot, and it had been with them for a few days now.

It was likely that the adults’ immune system was strong enough to fend off the virus, whereas Tommy remained vulnerable since he was just a child, hence the rash.

The veterinarian did not appear to have all the answers, however. “I think you should go to a better hospital that can perform blood tests on the dog to determine the nature of the virus-whether it’s infectious, and if so, how quickly it spreads.”

“Okay,” Abigail replied, since the veterinarian did not have the equipment to test the virus.

Before they headed to a hospital, she bought a cage to keep the dog in, calling Diarmuid along the way, which he quickly answered.

“Diarmuid?” she called out urgently.

“Yeah.”

“Would you believe me if I told you Debbie was the one behind James’s accident?”

“Yeah.”

There was tension in Diarmuid’s voice, but Abigail was too preoccupied to notice it, let alone think why.

In fact, she did not appear surprised at all.

“Would you believe me if I told you she is trying to hurt Tommy too?”

“Yeah.”

Finally coming to her senses then, she exclaimed, “What? Are you saying you see her true nature now?”

At Diarmuid’s office in Twinrise, Debbie was standing before Diarmuid’s desk, rearing her chin at him with her chest puffed.

For once, she was utterly confident as she stood before him.

“I’m the only one who can save your son,” she said with naked lust in her eyes. “I’ve loved you all this while, and I’m the only one who earnestly does. Abigail Bernstein? All she did was bear your child-that’s not love, just your sense of obligation and responsibility for Tommy.”

Diarmuid remained impassive as he leveled a cool look at her. He had never expected Debbie’s treachery.

Although Diarmuid had now seen Debbie’s true nature, he asked, “Why would you hurt James Cross? He was the one who got you recommended to this job. Shouldn’t you be grateful?”

He wanted to know if James found out about some sort of secret she had, that forced her to silence James.

“I really liked that diamond necklace you plan to give Abigail Bernstein, and I put it on as I fantasized that you gave it to me-James caught me red- handed, and I knew right then that he saw through me. So, I tried to silence him… permanently.”

Debbie then paused for a moment before adding, “Oh, I’m grateful that he got me this job, but he became my obstacle after he saw what I did. Hesitation is the worst thing to do, so I had to do what I did… who knew that he would’ve survived that instead.”

“Since you wanted to keep things quiet, why dispense with your disguise now? Are you really that confident that I’ll bend to your whims?” Diarmuid leaned against his chair, but every nerve in his body was stiffening despite his nonchalant appearance.

“Well, after working for you for so long, I know how ruthless you can be, but I don’t mind telling you that I’ve done my homework.”

Pursing her lips, she said, “Il wouldn’t have carried out my plan this early, but I noticed that Abigail knows about my secret. She was definitely worried that I would try to murder James for good, so she told Zachary Slate to hide him.”

‘That’s not the worst either-Ricky Bernstein was actually the one who forced my hand after I discovered that he was the one who had been keeping me tailed and blackmailing me. If he told you that I was the one who hurt James, I’d be killed. It’s the reason I did not hesitate, and was forced to strike first.”

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