Diarmuid noticed it too. “If the baby really is hours, he should be hiding the baby instead of bringing him everywhere, and certainly not show him in our faces. It doesn’t make sense.”
“I think so too.” Abigail narrowed her eyes. “What is he planning?”
Diarmuid composed himself and put his hands around Abigail. “It doesn’t matter what he wants. Let’s do the paternity test anyway-we shouldn’t let anything slip past us.”
After they returned to their car, Abigail said as she put on her seatbelt. “I’ll do the paternity test myself.”
She was uncomfortable with others doing it, and she wanted no error!
“Okay,” Diarmuid replied.
As her heart became filled with anticipation and worry at once, Diarmuid held her hand and squeezed it. “Don’t worry.”
Abigail simply leaned her head against the window. “Are you saying that I shouldn’t hold out too much hope?”
Diarmuid certainly thought so, and Abigail understood that.
Nodding and trying to look relaxed just then, she said, “I know.”
After Diarmuid sent her home, he told her, “Get some rest.”
Abigail nodded and headed straight inside after alighting.
Diarmuid watched her and only drove off after she went inside.
Abigail’s phone rang when she was changing out of her shoes, and she answered it.
“Why don’t we meet up?” A voice spoke in amusement from the other end.
That voice…
Abigail held her phone away for a moment, and saw that the caller was Harvey!
Hesitating for a moment, she then said, “Not interested.”
“What, not interested in my son?” Harvey pressed.
Abigail was left silent for a while and did her best to stay calm. “Why would I be?”
“Alright, just pretend I never asked,” Harvey said and hung up.
Abigail’s fingers clenched on the phone.
If she went to see Harvey, she just might find out if the baby he was holding was hers.
After thinking about it, he called Harvey, and he soon answered as if expecting that she would call back.
Chuckling, he asked, “Made up your mind?”
“Where?” she asked cooly.
“Grand Court Hotel. The room number is 8808. I’ll be waiting.”
Abigail hung up without saying anything.
“Mama.” Tommy ran up to her and hugged her leg just then, looking up at her as he asked, “Papa?”
Abigail stroked his little cheek and smiled. “He’ll be home later.”
Then, as she scooped him up in her arms and headed to the living room, he blabbed, “Go out, play.”
He had not left the mansion ever since he got sick, and his fair cheeks were even white now, no thanks to being stuck indoors.
Abigail coaxed him, saying, ‘Til take you to the park tomorrow, okay? It’s cloudy today.”
Tommy said nothing, but his little lips were pursed.
He was starting to pout now that he perked up.
Abigail gave him a peck on his tender cheeks. “I’ll take you outside tonight, okay?”
As Tommy smiled happily, Sheryl arrived with a plate of fruits for the toddler. “He’s going to be spoiled if you keep playing to his tune.”
Abigail opened his clothes to check Tommy’s body just then-his rash was gone aside from faint red blotches, though those would fade soon enough as well.
“He needs some sun. Staying in the house all the time is bad.”
“He gets all the sun he needs-I’ve been letting him play on the balcony,” Sheryl retorted.
In fact, this mansion had two large balconies, and it was sunny from morning to evening!
“He’s better now, so we shouldn’t keep him stuck inside. He’s supposed to attend kindergarten in a couple years, too,” Abigail stubbornly said.
Sheryl smiled. “Fine, but bring someone with you.”
Sheryl had become prudent ever since the mess with lan Althoff.
“Yeah,” Abigail replied and took Tommy outside.
It was not until he had his fun and fell asleep that she left.
Arriving at the designated location, she knocked on the hotel room door, which soon opened.
It was Harvey who answered the door, but he appeared annoyed. “I thought you weren’t coming.” “I was delayed,” Abigail said flatly.
Harvey stood aside to let her in. “Come in.”
Abigail stood at the doorway, glancing inside warily, and she only entered after seeing someone else inside.
Harvey closed the door and asked, “What are you worried about? That I’d do something to you?”
“Have you ever succeeded?” Abigail asked.
Harvey was speechless-he had to give it to her, she was certainly cunning.
Since the subject was not to his advantage, he changed it. “This is my wife, Heather.”
The woman on the couch had the baby in her arms and she greeted Abigail politely. “Hello. Harvey told me a friend is visiting, and that would be you, right? Pleased to meet you,”.
Having no idea what Harvey was actually up to, Abigail politely smiled in return. “Likewise.”
Harvey walked up and put an arm on Heather’s shoulder, watching Abigail as he said, “We’re supposed to be friends, but she skipped out on our wedding. It upsets me greatly!”
“I can’t travel far,” Abigail explained.
“Really?” Harvey studied her from head to toe just then, and soon came to realize. “Oh, right-you were in labor. So, where’s your child? When’s the christening?”
Abigail scowled, her glare turning sharp just then. “I have a question about that. You haven’t been married for two months, have you? But when was that child born?”
Harvey remained unperturbed, and clapped Heatheron the shoulder. “You tell her.”
“I’ve been with Harvey for a while,” Heather said then. “But this was a shotgun wedding.”
It made perfect senses, but Abigail doubted it.
“Really?”
“What, don’t you believe her?” Harvey asked.
“No,” Abigail replied shortly. “My baby is missing, and I think you abducted him.”
Heather was actually surprised and she turned toward Harvey, “You abducted her child?”
Harvey shot her a glare. “No.”
Then, he calmly smiled at Abigail. “So, you suspect me? Do you have any proof?”
“I don’t, but if you didn’t do it, care to let me perform a paternity test on that baby?” Abigail asked.
“When you have no proof? Are you kidding me?” Harvey sat down beside Heather then. “Why did your baby go missing, though?Maybe you sinned so much that even the gods are upset with you?”
Abigail held his gaze. “I apologize if I upset you in any way-but don’t take it out on my son.”
Harvey simply smiled at her silently, giving her the creeps!
“Look-“
She paused, suddenly picking up a scent in the air that she would have missed if she was not paying attention.She knew from experience that it was from a certain incapacitating drug.
What? Was this why Harvey lured her here?!
Furious, she snapped, “You’re hopeless, Harvey. Don’t forget that I’m a doctor-a cheap trick like this won’t get me!”
To think that he would resort to such a dirty move!
Harvey was actually puzzled.
“What’s got your goat?”
While he was left confused, Abigail said nothing and stormed out of the door, leaving him even more mystified!He was just about to follow her and ask, but his son suddenly burst into tears.He turned around to check on the baby.
In reality, however, it was Heather who pinched the baby and made him cry when Harvey was about to leave.She just wanted him to stay, but that would prove to be an error in judgment!
Heather King felt her head spinning, and soon, her vision of Harvey blurred.
Harvey became dazed as well and started to wobble, and he quickly returned to the couch, shaking his head firmly to clear his head.
“Are you feeling dizzy? Me too…” Heather mumbled.
The child in her arms had turned quiet as well, even though he was crying just a moment ago.
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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