Abigail headed upstairs herself and got into bed to sleep after a shower.
She quickly fell asleep, probably because she was too tired.
She then vaguely felt movement on the bed.
“Urgh…” She tossed around and twitched, asking with a very mild voice, “Done with work?”
“Yeah,” Diarmuid murmured softly as he took her into his arms.
She closed her eyes and leaned on his chest. “You’re such a busy man.”
But even as he lowered his gaze at her, he was not feeling sleepy at all.
“Abigail,” he called her name ever so softly.
She narrowly opened her eyes. “Yeah?”
Diarmuid’s voice was calm and quiet.
“Don’t you have something to tell me?”
Abigail flinched right then, all her drowsiness suddenly gone.
She opened her eyes to look at him, but she could not see his face because the room was too dark.
However, she could feel him looking at herself.
Her lips were twitching and her throat suddenly felt parched.
“Don’t you know everything about me?” she asked.
Diarmuid’s hands tightened around her waist, pulling her dainty figure firmly up against his own body.
Her breath seemed to stop just then, and she called out to him softly. “Diarmuid…”
“You were at the hospital today,” he said into her ear.
Abigail froze, her body stiffening.
It took a long while for her to gradually calm down.
“Y-You knew?” she murmured softly.
“Yeah.”
Silence ensued, as if it could go on forever.
As neither of them spoke, it was so quiet that they could hear each other’s heartbeats.
Ba-dump, ba-dump…
In the end, it was Abigail who broke the silence. “Don’t you feel sad?”
“I don’t,” he replied.
Abigail looked up and tried to see his reaction.
All she found was an outline because it was too dark.
“You have to tell me if something like that happens again,” Diarmuid said as he brushed his fingers through her hair. “Don’t burden yourself alone.”
As Abigail nestled into his arms, she asked, “Don’t you want a daughter?”
“I have two sons,” he said. “And that’s enough.”
Abigail closed her eyes and pressed herself against his body. “Yeah.”
If Abigail were healthy and was still able to get pregnant, he might find it slightly regrettable if she refused, denying him a daughter for the rest of their lives.
However, she could not get pregnant, and it was an irreversible condition.
She was not to be blamed.
Her heart and body had been wounded far more severely than his.
It was during such times that he must treat her better, understand her, and accommodate her, which just might offer her comfort.
Abigail stayed in her loungewear for the entire morning, and after breakfast, she stood on her toes as she helped Diarmuid with his necktie.
She eventually started frowning since she could not get it right no matter what she did.
Diarmuid grinned. “I can do it myself.”
Abigail quickly hid her hands behind herself. “I’m very stupid, aren’t I?”
“No,” Diarmuid said, but she had much to learn before she became a good housewife.
After straightening his tie, Abigail looped her arm around his and headed downstairs with him, even walking him to his car.
After that, she returned to the kitchen and cleaned up the table, coaxing her baby to sleep before leaving as well.
She was going to formally submit her resignation today.
Arriving at Hotmesh Research, she called Finn to gather in the conference room.
“Are you going to announce your resignation?” Finn asked.
As Abigail nodded, he said, “I don’t think you can.”
“What?” Abigail exclaimed. “Why?”
“There’s this livestream you have to attend,” Finn said.
Abigail was puzzled. “What livestream?”
“Now that the medical board has certified the artificial heart, it can go into mass production,” Finn explained. “I say ‘mass’, but it’s more like a handful since it’s a delicate instrument that requires high precision engineering. Anyway, we need more publicity so that patients with heart conditions would know about the artificial heart, and the patient before will attend the livestream as well.”
Abigail was actually not used to that stuff. “Do I have to?”
“Yeah,” Finn answered assuredly.
“Actually, you can go in place of me,” Abigail pointed out.
“I can’t,” Finn said, shaking his head. “You were the director when we successfully developed the artificial heart, and you saved a patient whose condition doctors declared untreatable. Only you would be persuasive enough.”
Abigail waved him off regardless. “Try to ask if anyone else is interested.”
Someone else would definitely be eager for such publicity—she refused to go, one way or the other, even if she knew that it was a good thing.
Moreover, she was planning to resign and head home.
“Actually, send Brian Adams,” she then said. “I was hoping he would succeed me.”
Brian was a senior personnel and down-to-earth, and she also saw that he was dutiful and took his job seriously.
“But…”
“Just ask him,” Abigail said, and headed to her office to pack up.
Finn sighed feebly, but had no choice but to look for Brian… only for the man to turn them down.
He was not the one who performed the surgery on the patient, and it would therefore be unreasonable for him to take center stage.
As such, Finn returned to Abigail with the news. “Mr. Adams said no.”
Abigail was left speechless.
Putting down her belongings, Abigail said, “I’ll go talk to him.”
“It won’t work even if you go—Brian Adam isn’t going to say yes,” Finn told her. “He was not the one who performed the surgery, so how would he answer the details when asked?”
Abigail remained adamant. “I could make a list of all the details…”
Frustrated, Finn snapped, “You don’t believe me? Fine. Go to him yourself!”
However, it was not as if Abigail doubted Finn—she just thought it was wrong to attend a publicity event when she was leaving.
Moreover, she hated the spotlight.
As such, she went looking for Brian.
But even before she could say a word, he told her as soon as he saw her, “I’m not going. Don’t try to talk me into it.”
“You’re saying no even before I said a thing?” Abigail asked.
“I didn’t perform the surgery. I’d just be stealing your credit if I went,” he replied.
“You’re taking over as director soon anyway. It’s nothing,” she insisted.
In fact, they had already agreed that he would take over as director beforehand.
Brian was willing to take up the role since there was a new research project and he was already involved as well.
Even so he waved her off. “I won’t go even if you talked me to death—in fact, you should be going instead of giving away your accomplishments further. Otherwise, you won’t be leaving with anything.”
Abigail laughed. “I have something—memories with everyone here. I’ll visit whenever I’m free, too.”
“Good, but you still have to get 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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