It would be bizarre if Sheryl did not see through her right then, and she tenderly said, “Whatever Diarmuid said or did, he still cares about you. See? He even asked me to bring you food, worried that you’re not eating.”
Abigail felt her chest tighten, and restrained her tears as she asked, “Am I in the wrong?’ “What?” Sheryl asked.
Abigail bit her lip. “Should I just stay home and take care of our children instead of going to work? Diarmuid’s too busy to take care of them, so I should be a housewife to support him, and keep things together at home. You should be taking it easy, but you have to take care of my children now… I’m selfish, only bringing them to this world but not caring for them.” ‘ls that why you fought?”
Sheryl asked. “I’m still young and I’m overjoyed to see my grandsons every day. I won’t get tired with Mrs. Watson helping out as well… You know I support you having a career. Is Diarmuid upset that you go to work, instead of staying home?”
Abigail was quiet, her silence an admittance.
Despite the notion that genders were equal, why should women stay home while men work?
She can admit that she would never make as much money as Diarmuid, but her work was not pointless.
Moreover, they had people who would babysit their children. Should they not support each other?
‘From one point of view, you should stay home…”
Abigail looked up right then.
Was Sheryl switching sides?!
Still, Sheryl patted her hand and said, “Calm down, let me finish.”
Sheryl said, “Look, Diarmuid is not your average business owner. He needs a wife at home to keep an eye on things while he works.
I know that he wants the best for the family, even suggesting that we go to Franconia with Tommy, since he already had a house and arranged for servants there. We’d be able to settle down quickly while his work would become more convenient… he never mentioned that again because of you, you know.”
Abigail had never heard Diarmuid mention that before.
She only found out he wanted to move to Franconia today-when they were arguing.
Lowering her eyes, she murmured, “So that’s why…” ‘But the richer and more powerful he is, the less reason you have to deny your own self,” Sheryl told her.
She still supported Abigail’s work, and she would take care of Abigail’s children.
As Abigail looked up at her, Sheryl continued. “He may love you and care for you now, but you already had two children with him.
There’s all the pretty young women one would need out there, so I don’t want you to have nothing to fall back on like me. Get it?”
Sheryl was being earnestly considerate for her daughter after her husband betrayed her—it was better to be safe than sorry.
Patting Abigail on the shoulder, Sheryl said, ‘I will talk to him for you.” “What about?” Abigail became nervous right then-she did not want Sheryl to meddle in her argument with Diarmuid, which would complicate things.
“Don’t worry. I know what to say,” Sheryl replied. “Now, eat. If you’re sick, you’d have to stay home for real.”
Abigail pursed her lips. “Thanks, Mom.” “Don’t thank me-I’m your mom. I’m always on your side whenever, wherever,” Sheryl said, breathing a long sigh. “I won’t go that far if it were an average Joe you married, but that’s not who your husband is. That’s why we have to be careful, and of course I hope you’ll always be happy, and not suffer like I did.” “Mom…” Abigail did not want her to mention the past.
Sheryl simply smiled. “I stick by what I said.”
Overwhelmed, Abigail decided to send her off. “You should go home, Mom.” “Of course. Now eat, there’s soup underneath too,” Sheryl said.
“I will,” Abigail replied.
“And do come home earlier.” “Okay.”
Sheryl was worried that Mrs. Watson alone would not be able to care for both children.
Sheryl could not find Tommy when she reached home.
The boy liked to play in the living room.
The other possibility was his baby brother’s room.
Mrs. Watson was caring for the baby, so Sheryl asked her.
“He’s at the study,” Mrs. Watson replied.
Sheryl nodded, but did not go there.
Tommy would not go to the study alone-it probably meant that Diarmuid was home.
In the study, Diarmuid was standing in front of the glass wall.
Thick curtains dangled at each of this side, while the glass that was wiped squeaky clean was clear and transparent.
“Find out if anyone came into this city over the last two months, see if the people in the photos I sent are among them, and whether they have been active here.” “Of course, but this will take time since it’s a lot of work.” “It’s fine. Contact me as soon as you have something.” “Of course.”
Diarmuid hung up after a few more words.
The photos were screenshots from the security footage, the imaging being so advanced it recorded over 90% of the goons’ likeness.
However, they had no criminal record in Cloud City, which meant they were from elsewhere.
Even so, that was a lot of ground to cover and it would take a lot of time, but a clue was a clue!
“Papa.”
A soft voice called out then, and Diarmuid turned around.
Diarmuid’s cold visage became tender as he looked at his son, who was sitting in front of his desk.
It was a tenderness he reserved for Abigail and their children.
As he scooped Tommy up in his arms, Tommy chirped, “Where’s mama?”
Diarmuid spaced out for a moment, but he soon recovered.
“She’s working.She will be back by the evening.”
Tommy leaned his head on his shoulder then.
“I want to go out and play with you and mama.”
“Okay,”
Diarmuid agreed to it—he did not want to disappoint his boy, and he certainly did not spend that much time with his children.
As Tommy clapped his hands happily, his bright eyes narrowed into little crescents as he smiled.
It was just like Abigail’s smile, even though Tommy’s facial features resembled his.
Diarmuid then remembered the pain Abigail went through to deliver their boys.
He should not have hurt her, even if he was not thinking straight.
Thud, thud…
As he was planning to apologize when Abigail came home, he heard the knock on the door, and said, “Come in.”
Sheryl entered.
“It’s time for Tommy’s afternoon nap.”
Diarmuid was going to leave soon anyway, and he handed his son to Sheryl.
Sheryl hesitated for a moment in turn, and said, “Could talk to you for a moment?”
Diarmuid looked at Tommy pointedly, putting his son’s presence into consideration.
“Let’s wait until I come back.”
“Okay.”
Sheryl had no choice but to agree to it.
James left Erin’s ward before she woke up.
“Please take good care of her.”
Abigail nodded.
“Don’t worry, I will.”
James nodded.
Turning to glance at Erin from the doorway, he paused in hesitation for a moment before striding off.
“I’ve booked two plane tickets.I’ll stay with her until she reaches her father,” Abigail said after him.
Maybe her mood will improve if she has someone who cares staying with her.”
James stopped in his tracks.
“Yeah,” he murmured, but did not linger.
Abigail took Erin to Minerva as soon as she woke up, texting Finn before she boarded the plane.
[I won’t be coming to the research center in a couple days.] There was no reply, perhaps because Finn was busy.
Abigail hesitated for a moment, but she texted Diarmuid as well.
[I’m taking Erin to Minerva.] Once she sent the text, the call to board their flight was announced.
She turned off her phone, put an arm around Erin’s shoulder and boarded the plane.
“I’m actually fine on my own,” Erin said from her window seat.
Abigail sat beside her and pulled a blanket over her.
“I’m worried if you have to go alone.”
Erin leaned against the window, staring out of it blankly.
“Are you thirsty?” Abigail asked softly.
She shook her head, but asked after a while, Does James know that I’m leaving?”
“I called him.He knows,” Abigail replied.
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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