Chapter 450 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Diarmuid already thought about it, and told her, “I told James to save it already. You can check it anytime.”

“Can you give it to me now?” Abigail asked.

Diarmuid heaved a long sigh—he knew she would not be sleeping if he refused. “I’ll send it to your phone.”

“I want to see it when I come out,” Abigail said, undressing and heading into the bathroom.

Diarmuid headed downstairs and turned on his computer before uploading the footage they took from the security team to Abigail’s phone.

Abigail checked it after taking a bath, and then sent it to Lulu.

Diarmuid asked, “Can you go to bed now?”

Abigail put her phone away, but she still had trouble sleeping as she got into bed.

Her mind was a mess, and it was only after some time that she fell asleep from sheer drowsiness.

As morning arrived, she was woken up by her phone’s ringtone.

Still feeling muddled as she picked up her phone, Abigail answered, “Hello?”

“Were you still asleep?” Lulu asked.

Abigail looked up at the clock and saw that it was already past nine. She sat up, rubbing her eyes. “I had a late night, so I overslept.”

“I knew it. Anyway, we found something suspicious from the video you gave—up and at it, girl. Let’s meet up.”

Abigail pulled off her blanket and got out of bed. “Alright, I’ll meet you at the hotel.”

“Okay.”

Once she put away her phone, Abigail quickly got dressed and washed up.

She headed downstairs, where Diarmuid was teaching Tommy chess.

“I need to go,” Abigail said, heading straight to the porch and putting on her shoes.

Diarmuid put down his chess piece and patted Tommy’s head. “Let’s continue when I come home.”

Tommy pouted unhappily in silence.

Diarmuid told him. “Be a good boy, and I’ll buy you a toy.”

Tommy promptly looked up, beaming. “I want a Transformers toy.”

“Okay,” Diarmuid said, making his way to Abigail. “You haven’t eaten yet.”

“I’ll just get something while I’m out,” Abigail replied.

“What’s the hurry? Did you find something?” he asked.

Abigail nodded without hesitation. “Yeah.”

They then took Diarmuid’s car and headed straight to the hotel.

Lulu had ordered the hotel’s breakfast set for Abigail, knowing that she had just woken up and would have come without breakfast.

Abigail ate as she said, “You really know me.”

Lulu rolled her eyes. “How long have we known each other? Do you think I wouldn’t know what you’re like?”

Abigail simply smiled.

At the same time, Martin was speaking with Diarmuid.

Being an inspector, Martin was naturally able to offer better insight into Abigail’s case.

“I’ve found a suspect from the video, and we can start with two presumptions.”

“The first is premeditated murder—and the suspect is someone who bears a grudge.”

“If that isn’t the case, it brings us to the second. In this case, we would have to think in terms of motives, because who would Dennis’s death affect the most? Naturally, it’s Abigail. But if the target wasn’t actually her, that’d eliminate that scenario as well, and we would have to start elsewhere.”

Abigail was puzzled then.

Was there a third scenario if both deductions were eliminated?

“Of course, there’s a third scenario,” Lulu told her then. “We need to look at the entire case as a whole. After all, Dennis’s death would not only suggest that your surgery was the issue, but the artificial heart too. Perhaps someone doesn’t want your artificial heart acknowledged, and they thus poisoned Dennis? That way, they’d be proving to the world that your artificial heart is unreliable.”

Abigail realized with a start at Lulu’s words. “I’ve got it!”

“What is it?” Lulu asked.

“We had a technical issue during the development of our artificial heart before, but a man named Professor Lane had the technique to make what we needed. When we tried to recruit him, a company called New Suns Pharma, who were developing artificial hearts as well, used a honeytrap to blackmail him. I had some help, but we managed to save Professor Lane from that issue, and he signed a contract with us later on.”

“So New Suns Pharma didn’t want your research to succeed?” Lulu asked.

Abigail certainly thought it possible—poaching Professor Lane from them was no different from poaching their golden goose.

And the money to be made with a successful artificial heart was endless!

Abigail sprang to her feet right then.

Abigail appeared agitated, but Lulu held her hand and made her sit. “You should be pleased that they’re not after you.”

“No, I won’t be pleased. They killed a man just for money!”

Still, Abigail soon noticed that she was getting too emotional, and she quickly apologized, “Sorry.”

Lulu smiled, thinking nothing of it. “I know you can’t accept the evils of humanity… Well, I’m used to it.”

Which was why she thought it perfectly natural.

“Either way, we now have a suspect. Top that with some evidence, and we’d be able to prove your innocence.”

Still, Abigail’s phone rang just after Lulu was finished and she glanced at it.

She snorted, but she was otherwise calm—it was yet another court summons as Neil Turner sued her again.

She was not at all surprised, and she sat down to gather herself.

Nwo, she just had to wait for Diarmuid to do his thing, since Martin had already pointed out the suspect.

It was the nurse who brought Dennis a glass of water.

Dennis fainted soon after, and he died as emergency aid proved futile.

With that, Diarmuid went to work!

…

Soon, James and his men intercepted the nurse named Molly, who was trying to leave the country.

“Please come with us.”

Molly’s fingers clenched on her luggage case as she asked warily, “Who are you?!”

James simply gestured at his men to take her, and she promptly struggled while yelling, “What are you doing?! Are you kidnapping me in broad daylight?! I have my rights!”

She naturally drew much attention, but James simply said, “We’re the police.”

Molly was skeptical. She kept yelling, “Why don’t you show me your badge if you are?!”

“There’s no rush,” James said calmly. “I’ll show it to you.”

With that, Molly was dragged out of the hospital and stuffed into a car, fear creeping into her just then.

“W-Who are you people?! Why did you kidnap me?”

James leveled her icy look. “You don’t know? What, is trying to run away not a sign of your guilt?”

“I’m just traveling abroad. Is the law against that?!” Molly snapped stubbornly.

James took out a bank statement. “Then tell me, who transferred this money to you?”

“My parents. Is there a problem?” the nurse argued.

James was almost shocked by her wit, and he smiled despite himself.

“Fine, be stubborn,” he said, and his expression abruptly darkened. “I guess you won’t give up until you see what we have in store for you!”

Molly was certainly smart enough to start playing nice instead, “Look, friend. Just let me go—I’m still young and a little ignorant…”

“Who’s your ‘friend’?” James lifted a brow. “Or you think we’re friends?”

“No, no…” Molly apologized awkwardly. “Come on, handsome. Just let me go…”

“Nah, that doesn’t work on me.” James snorted. “Why don’t you call me daddy instead?”

Molly blushed.

“Now, just be honest and cut the crap,” James said darkly. “Admit everything, and you just might be free. Be stubborn and refuse to talk, and I promise you that you won’t leave unscathed.”

Molly shuddered, but kept her lips tightly pursed, afraid to say a single word!

“You know very well that I must have obtained enough evidence before I find you. I wouldn’t have intercepted you otherwise… So, think carefully if you want to stay stubborn or spill the beans.”

The car stopped just then, and James dragged Molly out of the car and threw her on the floor!

She stayed down on the ground shuddering but silent, until James announced, “We’ve got her.”

Molly finally looked up, and she was almost petrified when she saw the crowd surrounding her!

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