Chapter 444 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Abigail had trouble sleeping, but after the exertion, she slept like a log.

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It was morning, and the sun slowly rose, its rays creeping through the gaps between the curtains.

In their bedroom, their clothes were thrown messily on the floor.

There was a man’s suit, a shirt, a belt, a pair of trousers, and a black strapped sleeping gown.

Abigail was nestled in Diarmuid’s arms on their bed, sleeping soundly.

Bzzt…

A phone started vibrating loudly, waking Diarmuid up.

He looked at the table, but the phone was not there—it was in a pocket of one of the garments on the floor.

He massages between his brows, annoyed by the sound.

Abigail was awoken too and she asked, muddled, “Whose phone is it?”

Diarmuid got out of bed to start looking and he found it.

It was Abigail’s, and the caller was unidentified.

He passed it to her.

She was still sleepy, and she answered without looking.

“Excuse me, is this Abigail Bernstein?” the voice on the other end asked.

“I am,” Abigail replied.

And then…

The voice on the other end asked, “Can we meet?”

Abigail sat up right then. “Sure.”

“9 AM, Hot Island Coffee.”

“Sure,” Abigail replied right away.

She got out of bed once the other person hung up, while Diarmuid asked, “Who was it?”

“I think it’s Dennis Turner’s family, asking to withdraw the lawsuit… And they were just threatening me yesterday, but now they’re giving up? Do you think it’s a trap?” she said even as she got dressed.

Diarmuid stayed in bed and lay on his side, watching as she got dressed. “Just go see them.”

Abigail turned around. “Hmm. Maybe they found their conscience?”

“Maybe. Are you happy?” Diarmuid asked.

Abigail nodded. “As long as they’re willing to be reasonable.”

She was not hurting anyone in the first place—she wanted to save Dennis from the start, but ended up being sued!

One could imagine how she would feel!

Now that the tides were turning, she was certainly pleased.

After getting dressed and washing up briskly, she started to leave.

Diarmuid frowned. “You’re leaving without breakfast?”

“I’m worried I’ll be late,” Abigail replied.

“What time are you meeting them?”

“At nine.”

Diarmuid was speechless.

“It’s not even eight. You’re not going to be late even after breakfast.”

With that, he forced her to stay, and he only allowed her to leave after she finished breakfast.

She was five minutes late when she arrived—the other party was already there.

She straightened her clothes before going over to them.

They told her that they would withdraw the lawsuit, but the condition was for her to release Neil Turner.

Abigail was dumbfounded.

Release Neil? How?

Still, she soon heard the whole story and learned why the Turners were willing to settle now—they did not really come round, but rather, it was because Neil had been arrested.

She could not help feeling disappointed.

So they still did not understand her intentions!

She took a deep breath, but she decided that it was ideal to resolve the issue sooner even if they were reluctant.

Then, she excused herself and headed to the washroom, where she called Diarmuid.

Once he answered, she asked immediately, “You set up Neil Turner?”

Diarmuid said, “Not really. It’s just an obvious framing, so that he would understand how it feels to be wrongly blamed.”

Abigail’s fingers clenched on her phone. “Thank you. I’ve made you worry.”

“What are you saying? You’re my wife.”

Abigail pursed her lips. “You’re a busy man, too. But you had to deal with my mess as well.”

“You’re now the person closest to me, Abigail.”

Abigail felt her heart clenching at Diarmuid’s rich voice. “Yeah, I know.”

“Were they being agreeable?”

Abigail nodded. “Yeah. They promised to withdraw the lawsuit once I agreed to let Neil free.”

“Good.”

Abigail hung up and looked at herself in the mirror just then.

She smiled, adjusting her expression and washing her hands before heading outside.

Returning to her seat, she said, “I’ll arrange for Neil’s release, but I want to receive word of the withdrawal in a day.”

“Agreed.”

With the matter settled, Abigail left the cafe and returned to the car, telling Eagle, “Hotmesh Research.”

That was when her phone rang with a call from Ray Hall.

She quickly picked up, and he said urgently, “Please come to the hospital, quick.”

“Did something happen?” Abigail asked.

“Yes, you should hurry.”

Abigail quickly directed Eagle to turn the car to the hospital, and they arrived in half an hour.

Finding Ray, she asked, “What happened?”

“Oh, you’re here!” Ray placed a hand on her shoulder in excitement. “It’s great news!”

Although Abigail had an idea what it might be, she asked, “What is it? Is the director’s condition improving?”

Ray nodded. “Yes—in fact, he just woke up, and they just sent him for a checkup.”

Abigail flinched a little in surprise.

Dennis Turner woke up—he woke up!

That meant she saved him!

Though she wanted to laugh, she could not.

Everything that happened over the last few days—from the misunderstanding, to being taken to court— had taken its toll on her!

But now, she finally had hope!

Nonetheless, Ray told her, “I’ve taken a look at him already. He’s doing fine—there probably won’t be any issues.”

Abigail smiled and nodded, but she was not relieved—not until she saw Dennis with her own eyes.

Ray seemed to read her mind. He said, “Think positive. He’s awake, and that means your problems are over, just like that.”

That certainly was the case—they would not be harassing her relentlessly after this.

“Yeah,” Abigail said. “You should go back to work. I’ll be waiting here for a while… Also, thank you so much. You’ve really helped me a lot all this while.”

“It’s fine.” Ray waved her off. “Saving patients is our obligation as doctors. Just wait here—I’ll go in for a look.”

“Okay,” Abigail said, and she waited at the bench outside while Ray headed inside the examination room.

She received a call as they waited from the court.

It turned out that not only had Neil Turner refused to withdraw his case, but he was now also suing her for extortion!

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