“Then I’ll be leaving now. You guys do what you have to,” Abigail said, bidding her leave tacffully.
“I’ll take her to you at the right time,” Zachary said.
“Sure,” Abigail said, and left. Returning to the car, she told the chauffeur, “Let’s go home.”
However, just as the car stopped at a junction with traffic lights, Abigail peered out of the car window and saw them.
The traffic light was still red when Abigail looked out of the window and saw that familiar car, though the chauffeur started to drive off before she got a good look.
Still, she turned and managed to see Moneypenny alighting.
It was not surprising that she recognized the car-it was Henry Althoff’s, but she did not dwell on it since Diarmuid was not on speaking terms with them now.
Returning to the mansion, Abigail found it dead silent except for the kitchen.
Sheryl was on the couch, sorting some of Abigail’s baby necessities which they had bought just today.
‘Where’s Diarmuid?” Abigail asked casually.
‘He’s talking to James Cross in his study,” Sheryl replied.
Abigail left to check on her children first before she left the room quietly since they were asleep.
Seeing her again, Sheryl asked, “Why don’t you ask if they’re done? Dinner is ready.”
Abigail did so, and found the study door ajar.
As she was about to open it, she heard James speaking, “Stan dealt with Kim Sherwood since he’s closer, but what are we going to do about Harvey Gooding’s shenanigans this time?”
This time, Diarmuid did not do much.
If anything, kidnapping Harvey’s son was because he wanted to save his own right away.
But although he grew a conscience after becoming a father and would not resort to killing a child, he was not about to spare Harvey for what he did.
In fact, he had been too soft before, allowing Harvey to run rampant unchecked and kidnap his son this time!
Abigail had been so worried about their missing child that her health was crumbling from the pressure.
All debts must be paid!
Since everything he did to Harvey before was trivial, he told James, “Get someone to infiltrate his company’s internal structure. If that doesn’t work, acquire their core business… As for Harvey, there are things that go bump in the night.”
James quickly understood.
Outside, Abigail pretended she never heard a thing and gently pushed the door open, standing at the doorway as she asked, “Dinner’s ready. That means you too, James.”
“Actually, I have to go. Duty calls,” James said.
Having heard everything, Abigail nodded and did not ask James to stay, and she entered the study after he left.
Diarmuid was actually curious once she mentioned the Althoffs.
‘Why ask that out of the blue?”
“I was coming home from Zachary’s when I saw Moneypenny parked his car outside a clubhouse, probably meeting someone?”
“I’ll keep an eye out,” Diarmuid said as he walked up to her. “Let’s go eat.”
Over at Sunny City, Harvey became tipsy while socializing with some business partners, and he was heading to the washroom when he inadvertently bumped into someone in the walkway.
The other man grabbed him by the collar, stubbornly refusing to let it go.
Harvey had a short fuse himself, and so it started with pushing and shoving before escalating to a fight.
It was a total defeat for Harvey-the other man was trained in man-to-man combat, flooring Harvey soon enough and kept going for a while before running away.
Harvey actually had to be hospitalized, and even though he sent his second best out to look for his assailant once he regained consciousness, his assailant was not found even after a week.
His assistant, Enrique, had to be sent as a representative in his place for a certain meeting, after all.
Still, as he slowly recovered and became calmer, he more or less found out who did it.
“It can’t be anyone else. Did the meeting go well?” Harvey tried to move, but his bones ached- everything inside hurt even though there was not much bruising or scars outside.
“Yes,” Enrique replied.
Harvey’s lips twitched. “I’ll take the initiative this time. The more I clash with him, the more I see through his moves.”
Still, Enrique was worried about his injury, “But you can’t get out of bed even after a week, Mr. Gooding. It’s obvious you’re really hurt, so why don’t you rest for now? This can wait, right?”
Harvey looked up, scowling. “What would you know? I’ll lose if we don’t move first. Hell, can’t you see that I’m already losing here?”
Enrique realized with a start. “Are you saying that Diarmuid Althoff sent the assailant?”
‘Who else would? Why else can’t I find my assailant? It’s all been planned.” Harvey glowered. “But I’m not about to take this lying down.”
The sun is always kindest as dawn breaks.
As Diarmuid left for work after breakfast, Abigail was doting on their two sons.
“Abigail…”
Sheryl wanted to speak with Abigail, but she hesitated after calling out to her.
“What is it, Mom? Just tell me,” Abigail told her.
Sheryl was actually hesitant because she was concerned about Abigail’s feelings, and was worried about hurting her self-esteem.
“Well, the wedding will not be so soon, but you need to prepare too.”
Abigail was still playing with Tommy as she replied, “Diarmuid said he would handle it, didn’t he? I don’t have to do anything.”
Sherly had no choice but to be direct right then. “But you’d want to be a beautiful bride, don’t you? I mean, you can hide your face when you go outside these days, but there’s still a lot of days to come…”
Abigail touched her own facial scars right then and she hung her head.
Sheryl then continued, “Look, Diarmuid might not mind it now, but it’s still hideous.”
“If he’s fickle, he’ll get sick of me eventually even if I’m beautiful.”
Sheryl tugged at her hand then. “You’re right, looks aren’t important-but are you going to work or stay at home in the future? It’s fine if it’s the latter, but if you want to keep working, it’s no good if you keep
carrying those scars.”
That struck a chord with Abigail.
She did not want to give up on her career, and even if they had two children now and they were still young, Sheryl and Mrs. Watson could take care of them.
“I’ll go to the hospital tomorrow.”
Sheryl nodded. “I’m just doing this for your own good.”
“I know,” Abigail said-she naturally understood her mother’s reasoning.
“Wahl Wah!!!’
The baby was crying on the bed just then and Abigail quickly put down Tommy, scooping him up in her arms.
He just soiled his diaper, so Sheryl quickly left to fetch some hot water, while Abigail took off the baby’s diaper, put it aside, and gently rubbed the baby’s rump.
Feeling comfortable, the baby stopped crying, so Abigail left to get some milk while Sheryl fetched fresh diapers.
That was when the baby started crying again, and Abigail returned with a baby bottle to find Tommy biting his brother’s foot. Abigail scooped up the baby and coaxed him, while asking Tommy, “Why did you bite your baby brother?”
“He’s not wearing socks.”
And lowered her gaze to see that there was actually one sock missing.
“He keeps moving.” Tommy giggled adorably.
Coming to an understanding right then, Abigail asked, “You wanted to help him?”
Tommy nodded.
Abigail tried to explain, “He’s too young to do it himself.”
As Tommy blinked, not quite getting it, Abigail patted his little head. “You will protect him from now on.”
Tommy grinned. “Brother.”
Abigail picked him up so that he could sit on her other thigh, and hand him the baby’s bottle. “How about you feed your baby brother?”
Tommy was amused by the idea, and did so with both hands.
Still, the baby fell asleep before he finished the bottle, but before Abigail could put it away, Tommy took it and finished it — he liked the taste of powdered milk since he was fed that as an infant as well.
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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