Around midnight, Zachary was tossing and turning, unable to sleep from a stomach ache.
Mrs. Slate was making trips to and forth the washroom as well!
In fact, she was suffering from diarrhea, just like Zachary, and she had to relieve herself up to six times in under an hour.
Eventually, Mrs. Slate was overwhelmed and she called the chauffeur to take her to the hospital.
Zachary stubbornly stayed home, and his misery continued to the next day, leaving him dehydrated and lifeless!
Seeing the dark circles under his eyes and his face turning yellow, Lulu feigned surprise and asked, “What happened?”
“I’m fine.” Zachary kept trying to tough it out.
Lulu feigned concern. “Do you need medicine?”
“No, I’m much better actually,” Zachary said.
Meanwhile, in Sunny City…
“Mr. Gooding? Several of our executives and heads of departments resigned at the same time.”
Harvey Gooding almost had a stroke when his assistant Enrique informed him about the crisis.
It was outrageous-he was just getting discharged, only to receive such terrible news!
“What is this? Why are they all resigning at the same time?! And don’t they have to pay US damages if they do so without my approval?”
“About that…” Enrique said quietly, “it seems they’re willing to pay it. It seems that they agreed to it. Some must be pulling the strings behind the scenes.”
Harvey snorted. “Isn’t that obvious? Who else could it be other than Diarmuid Althoff?!”
“Actually, sir, while their departure also meant that many vital functions would be stalled, that’s not the worst part. After all, most of them have control over our core businesses.”
Harvey huffed. “Get me a line to Diarmuid Althoff right now!”
Abigail woke up at her hospital ward, and Diarmuid poured her a cup of water, asking softly, “Are you hungry?”
“No,” she replied. “Have you acquired the drug I told you to get?”
“Yeah,” Diarmuid replied. “I’ve already told James to administer it on lan Althoff-ril hand him over to the old man after that.”
Diarmuid had actually asked around, and he found out that the drug could destroy a person’s hippocampus.
Abigail was basically helping lan forget old grudges-to offer him a clean slate.
It was certainly a good idea, otherwise, locking lan up meant guarding him, in fear that he would escape and continue to wreak havoc.
“Henry’s condition is serious, but lan being at his side might help,” Abigail said.
It was actually an idea inspired by Lulu’s situation-one would not be upset over something they had forgotten.
Still, Diarmuid did not want to hear anything about Henry Althoff. “I’m just giving him lan to spare myself the trouble.”
And there was nothing else to consider about that.
Knowing that his grandfather was a sore subject, Abigail changed the subject and said, “You should get Ricky a job.”
Bernstein Holdings was gone, but Abigail did not want her half-brother to be a drifter either.
“I’ll arrange something,” Diarmuid replied.
Bzzt-
Diarmuid’s phone was suddenly vibrating and he answered it to Harvey’s bellow. “Diarmuid Althoff! You dirty bastard!”
Diarmuid raised his brow and sneered. “You made your bed.”
Harvey snapped, “You’re no better!”
Not bothered to listen, Diarmuid simply hung up.
Over on the other end of the line, Harvey’s eyes were bulging so widely they could pop out. “Did you just hang up on me?!”
His assistant Enrique then said, “We worked with Henry Althoff to rescue lan and get him to owe US one, and free someone who would be a match for Diarmuid… only for Diarmuid to recapture lan, and you were attacked while our top people were poached. We really lost a lot more than what we gained…”
“That’s enough!”
Harvey was already furious, and Enrique detailing everything only made him even more so.
He never once won against Diarmuid.
He thought he could after he abducted his second son, but he still lost!
“I understand that his wife was hospitalized, though. Perhaps we can do something about that?” Enrique suggested just then.
Harvey gave him a look. “She’s no pushover.”
“But she’s just a woman…”
“You don’t get it.”
Harvey certainly knew that, having suffered at Abigail’s hand.
Still…
“Wait, why was she hospitalized?”
“Reconstructive surgery,” Enrique replied. “Also, I’ve found out that she had it for her upcoming wedding.”
“Wedding?” Harvey became thoughtful.
It made sense, however-Abigail and Diarmuid were basically married, even having two children.
However, not many people know that.
Understanding Diarmuid’s intention, Harvey’s gaze darkened.
“We may be unable to find an opening, but there’s going to be many people attending that wedding… And doesn’t lan have a woman who loves him very, very much?”
“Yes,” Enrique replied, quickly understanding. “We could use her, couldn’t we?”
Harvey chuckled icily. “It’s a wedding. We should at least send a gift, don’t we?”
Back at the hospital, Abigail was telling Diarmuid to leave.
“Why?” Diarmuid was mystified.
“Get me something to eat,” she replied.
Diarmuid frowned.
It was obvious that she was just sending him away, and she said she was not hungry when he asked her just now.
Still, he got to his feet and left the ward.
However, he did not leave after closing the door, and instead watched quietly to see what she was doing.
Abigail got out of bed.
She had to keep her head reared after the surgery on her neck.
Unable to see underneath herself, she knocked into a table and almost fell over.
Diarmuid quickly returned inside when he heard the commotion, frowning as he watched her standing there. “What are you doing?”
“Oh!” Abigail gasped. “Wait, didn’t I tell you to buy me food?”
“You were just sending me away while you went to the washroom, weren’t you?”
“Nope.” Abigail did not deny it.
“Really?” Diarmuid simply walked up to her and scooped her up in his arms.
Then, carrying her to the washroom, he started to loosen her pants-
Shocked, Abigail quickly caught her own pants while snapping, “What are you doing?!”
“Helping you with your potty business,” Diarmuid replied in amusement. “We’re married-is there a part of you I hadn’t seen?”
Abigail was speechless and she simply shoved him.
It only seemed to make Diarmuid’s grin broaden. “Getting shy, are we?”
“Get out.”
Abigail appeared to be getting angry, so Diarmuid left the washroom instead of continuing to tease her.
As the door shut behind him, he sat on the chair, whipped out his phone, and made a call.
When Abigail came out later, he scooped her up in his arms and helped her to the bed.
“Now, lie down.”
“Don’t you have work to do?” Abigail asked.
Diarmuid certainly did, but he delegated everything he could since he had to stay here and guard her.
“I could just make more money if I lose it, but you’re irreplaceable.”
Abigail frowned, wondering what his deal was this time-his recent behavior had certainly been erratic!
“Why don’t you get checked?” she asked.
“Who, me?” Diarmuid asked in surprise.
“Yes,” Abigail said. “Get a CAT scan, check for nerve damage.”
Diarmuid was speechless. Did she really want him to get sick?
“Maybe you want me to be sick so that you can elope with your former flame, huh?”
“Get out!” Abigail snapped-he really was getting crazier these days, constantly saying all sorts of weird stuff.
Diarmuid chuckled coolly. “It’s fine if you want me out of sight, but that would have to wait until you’re discharged.”
No matter how upset he was, he was not going to leave her be right now, leaving an opening for someone else.
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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