As he spoke, he studied Rainie’s expression, but she was completely unaffected.
If she was Lulu, she would be more or less affected, would she not?
But Rainie was not affected at all!
“Do all men use that pickup line these days? Isn’t it getting rather quaint?” Rainie rose to her feet and left. “Keep bothering me, and I’ll chase you out.”
Zachary did not move, and simply watched as she left-she actually looked just like Lulu even from behind.
Barbara said that Rainie was her daughter, and Rainie did not seem to recognize her at all, as if he really had the wrong person.
However, he doubted that any two persons could look so much alike without being blood related.
Still, Zachary could tell that it would be very difficult to get along with Rainie, and she was ignoring all his goodwill.
It seemed that he must do something else to find out if she was Lulu, though that would be easy since he was staying here.
Spotting Rainie combing her hair outside her room, he walked over after she was gone to see if any hair fell off.
Everyone does, and he easily found some.
Holding it in hand, he thought about it before calling one of his men.
When the man arrived, Zachary gave him the hair and sent him to Sunny City.
To ascertain if Rainie was Lulu, they could do a paternity test using samples from Lulu’s father.
“I’ll get it done.”
“Good. Go.”
As Zachary waved him off and the man left, a woman’s voice asked from behind, “That looked suspicious. What were you doing?”
Zachary turned around and saw that it was Rainie, but he did not try to hide.
In fact, he was smiling. “Nothing.”
Rainie glanced at the car driving off into the distance, and she then narrowed her eyes at him. “You definitely meant to do harm when you came. That’s why we decided that we’ll give you a refund right now. We won’t do business with you anymore. Please leave.”
Zachary kept smiling. “What are you talking about?”
“Are you an idiot? Do you have trouble with comprehension?” Rainie was seriously angry just then. “Leave, or I’ll call the cops.”
Zachary realized that he was unable to stay now-given her temper, she really would call the cops.
Not willing to let matters escalate, Zachary simply said, “Fine, I’ll leave.”
Rainie rolled her eyes at him just then. “Hmph. I knew you were up to no good. I mention the cops, and you give in immediately-I wonder what else you’re up to. Now leave!”
Zachary studied her curiously just then. “Do you hate me that much because of what I did on the cruise ship? Do you have to go that far?”
“Then, is murder necessary?” Rainie asked.
Zacahry’s face fell and turned pale.
His own mother and the Lindts tried to kill Lulu, and it would never have happened if not for him!
And now, he was looking at Rainie with guilt and remorse, as if she was Lulu!
“I’m sorry,” he said, and turned to leave, but his gait was a mess.
Rainie looked on, and said, “You know what you did.”
Zachary only walked quicker when he heard her, as if to flee!
Abigail had just put Tommy to sleep.
She was about to head upstairs when she heard the doorbell, and she went over to open the door.
It was James. “I’m looking for Mr. Althoff.”
Abigail let him in. “Wait in the living room. I’ll get him.”
She headed upstairs to the bedroom and found Diarmuid stepping out of the bathroom in gray silk pajamas. Its smooth and soft
texture made his tall, muscular frame attractive, while his wet hair that dangled over his head reflected his dark, clear eyes.
He was still holding a towel, drying his hair as he walked up to him, asking,” Is Tommy asleep?”
“Yeah,” Abigail replied. “James is here. He’s waiting downstairs.”
Diarmuid passed her his towel just then. “I’m going.”
Abigail went into the bathroom with the towel, while Diarmuid headed to the living room.
James got up from the couch when he saw Diarmuid. “Sir.”
Diarmuid sat down, lounging as he gestured for him to sit as well.
Tell me,” Diarmuid said simply and directly.
As James sat down, he said, “I’ve looked into Harvey Gooding, but the baby really is his. Heather King used to work at a bar, and had several trysts with
Harvey. She never said a word when she got pregnant because she wanted to force Harvey to marry her, and Harvey did it for the child.”
However, that only made Diarmuid even more certain that Harvey had deliberately showed up in front of them, revealing his son as if to divert their attention.
“James, Harvey and I go way back. Don’t you think we should invite his son to be a guest here in our house?”
James was speechless for a moment, but he soon understood. “Are we kidnapping the boy?”
Diarmuid looked at him sideways. “What do you mean, kidnap? It’s an invite.”
James lowered his eyes. “Oh, of course. Right away, sir.”
Diarmuid nodded, and remained in his seat for a while after James left.
Then, he headed upstairs, where Abigail was tidying Tommy’s clothes-he had asked someone to buy it, but they bought so much that Abigail had not finished sorting them.
“Aren’t you going to sleep?” Diarmuid walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
“I have to sort these out,” she said.
He rested his chin on her shoulder. “Leave that to Mrs. Watson.”
“I’m a mother, but I owe Tommy a lot for not being there for him. I need to do this myself,” Abigail said and continued to work.
Diarmuid’s table rang on top of the bedside drawer just then.
He released Abigail and walked over to pick it up.
The voice on the other end said, “I found Dr. Sherwood, and she confessed everything.”
Diarmuid’s fingers clenched over her phone. “Did you find out who did it?” “Yes. I’ll send a photo right now.”
Diarmuid received the photo soon enough and tapped on it.
Although the man in the photo had disguised himself with a cap, Diarmuid could see that it was none other than Harvey.
That was when the private investigator spoke again, “Dr. Sherwood kept it in case of emergencies. I’ve looked into it, and the
man had been in Minerva at the time. He’s Zidonian, and recently had a son…”
The details merely proved Diarmuid’s hunch to be right, and he said calmly, “I know.”
After all, he understood now.
He did not move after hanging up, until Abigail was done sorting Tommy’s clothes and went over to him. “Who was that? Why are you spacing out?”
Diarmuid put down his phone and turned around, his brow relaxing for once.
Abigail saw that, and asked, “Is there good news? That sincere smile is rare.”
“Want to guess?” Diarmuid asked.
Abigail quickly connected the dots.
“News about our baby?” She was at once thrilled and nervous, “I-ls our baby alright?”
“Yes,” Diarmuid said confidently-Harvey would not go through such lengths to put on a show if their baby was dead, and the doctor never mentioned that the baby was hurt either.
Abigail became so excited she did not know what to say.
“R-Really?” Her eyes welled with tears as she rasped. “Where is our baby now? Where?’
“Knowing that our baby is alive will do for now,” Diarmuid told her calmly. “We know who has him, and we’ll find our baby soon enough.”
Abigail caught on to heis point right away. “Who? Who has our baby?”
“Harvey.”
“Harvey?” Abigail exclaimed in disbelief. “But that baby is his, not ours!”
“Yes, but he deliberately showed his baby to test our reaction. He thinks that we won’t suspect her once we did a paternity test and proved that his baby is not ours, and could always stay a step ahead of us.”
“How could he do this…”
The warmth in Abigail’s turned cool-she knew that Harvey was upset with her, but how could he do this?
Stealing her child? He needed to die!
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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