Chapter 473 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Brian was determined, so Abigail left to ask someone else.

But no one was willing, as they were worried they would mess up.

It would be embarrassing if it was exposed live that they were not the doctor who performed the surgery!

And given how advanced the world wide web was, they would be flamed to death if caught red-handed!

Having no other choice, Abigail naturally had to do it herself.

“What do I have to prepare?” Abigail asked Finn.

He quietly passed her a script.

As she took it, she asked, “When is the recording starting?”

“Tonight.”

Abigail was gaping. “So soon?”

She was not prepared at all… but when she thought about it, there was nothing she needed to prepare, since she just had to answer anything the reporters asked.

She scanned through the list before—thank goodness it would just take forty minutes!

It was short enough, and within the limit of her tolerance.

She made some simple preparations and looked through the list, and she met the artificial heart transplant patient, who arrived at Hostmesh Research with his parents in a wheelchair.

They had a short conversation after the meeting and headed to Drogon Media, who had organized the livestream.

They met the host, discussed the flow of discussion and confirmed each other’s scripts since it was a livestream, as the script includes the questions to be asked.

That way, Abigail could prepare beforehand, and decide how she would answer.

All the questions were acceptable for her, though she insisted on avoiding sensationalism by presenting a doctor-patient bond.

From where she was standing, the doctor-patient relationship should remain strictly professional, and trying to spice it up was unnecessary.

Naturally, the media representatives were uneasy about that.

“It’s the recipe to earn clicks. Who would watch anything without sensationalism?”

Abigail suddenly lowered her script. “In that case, cancel the livestream.”

Her stance was staunch, but though the media was hesitant, they insisted on persuading her anyway.

“There’s nothing bad about sensationalism, and it only earns points in your favor. Think about it—you’ll earn fame if you touch some souls, while we get more clicks. Isn’t that a win-win?”

Abigail certainly would not agree to it, and she turned toward the patient and his parents.

“We will follow your decision,” the patient said.

The patient naturally sided with Abigail, supporting her choice.

“Very well!” the media representatives said.

After all, everything from the promotional efforts to planning was already completed. Having to edit out the sensationalism was much more preferable to throwing away everything they had prepared.

Abigail was a little nervous since she was not used to facing the media, but the composure she honed from her career quickly calmed her down.

At the start of the livestream, the patients’ parents described their child’s condition and how difficult it was to seek medical treatment. They went on to tell everyone that their child was only saved because Hotmesh Research managed to develop an artificial heart in time, and that gave their child a chance to live.

The host then asked Abigail, “Were you nervous when you took the scalpel, Dr. Bernstein?”

“That would hinder my performance,” Abigail replied calmly. “Nerves have no place in this line of work.”

“Indeed, most doctors possess a stout heart,” the host said.

Abigail would not deny it.

During autopsy lessons, they would watch their professors slice a body open, using cadavers as specimens to introduce every part of the human body, as well as the layout of the internal organs. It was certainly too overwhelming a scene for any newcomer to adapt to immediately, and those who could not would throw up right away!

“And why have you chosen this profession in the first place?” the host then asked.

“Because I love it,” Abigail said shortly.

“You are quite young, but you already became the director of Hotmesh Research. You must have worked very hard.”

“Not all effort is rewarded equally… In fact, I only became director because of a series of lucky coincidences.”

After all, she first met Stephen Carr, and it was thanks to him that she got a job at the Mead Clinic before she eventually met Dennis Turner.

She was convinced that a lot of people had worked very hard, but not everyone had such opportunity or luck.

The host actually paused since her flow was disrupted by Abigail’s candid reactions.

Clearing her throat, she asked, “Then, you must have put in plenty of hard work on the development of the artificial heart as well.”

“Every member of the research team at Hotmesh certainly has, and it’s far from my personal achievement. If anything, Dennis Turner—our late director—contributed more than I have, starting from the founding of Hotmesh, which I’m convinced would be the most difficult obstacle he had to face.”

It would never be difficult to build something out of a foundation.

On the other hand, establishing a foundation from nothing was a challenge not all can conquer.

“That certainly is the case.” The host smiled, but it was a begrudging one as she tried her best to retain her composure.

Even so, the host was complaining inwardly to herself—how was she supposed to work with this?

“You must be pleased that the transplant surgery was a success.”

“Indeed,” Abigail replied. “Every successful surgery is worth celebrating for every doctor.”

There were supposed to be more questions, but they were edited out since Abigail demanded that there be no sensationalism.

Still, the media insisted on the patient sharing a testimonial for Abigail toward the end.

And with that, Abigail left—she was not used to such publicity and sensationalism.

Finn was waiting for her outside. “How did it go?” he asked.

Abigail smiled but said nothing, and as she got into her car, he asked, “Where are you going?”

“Back to Hotmesh, since I still have to pack my things. Everyone has a new mission and a new director, so do your best!”

Finn sighed. “I would really rather you stayed!”

Abigail laughed. “All good things must come to an end.”

Returning to Hotmesh, she packed her belongings and gave her colleagues a head’s up.

“Are you really leaving so soon?” Yolanda King asked.

“Yeah, I really am in a rush,” Abigail replied.

There was no one else at home, while Sheryl had to take care of Abigail’s two children and the housework, so it would really be exhausting.

Abigail needed to head home soon.

On the way back, she asked Eagle to drive her to the hospital to visit Mrs. Watson.

Mrs. Watson appeared spirited, and the doctor was saying that she could be discharged in days, so Abigail was considerably relieved.

Abigail cooked more than usual in the evening, and she was planning to tell Sheryl and Diarmuid that she had already resigned when everyone gathered at the dinner table.

But before she could speak, Diarmuid told her, “I need to tell you something, Abigail.”

Abigail’s heart was pounding. “What is it?”

“I’m going on a business trip,” Diarmuid said as he put a slice of steak on her plate. “This one might take longer.”

“How long?” Abigail asked.

“Half a month,” Diarmuid said, looking at her just then. “James found a good servant, and they will come by tomorrow…”

“You have nothing to worry about,” Abigail said, looking between Sheryl and Diarmuid. “I’ve resigned. I’ll take care of things at home.”

Diarmuid’s expression clearly stiffened and he looked at her pointedly.

Before he could speak, Abigail said, “I think I’ve really not spent any time with my children. I would like to take care of things at home now.”

She always understood that Diarmuid had to bear with her a lot and had to work online most of the time.

He must have had to leave since one too many issues were piling for a while now.

“I can’t help with your work, so I’ll take care of things at home, so that you have nothing to worry about here.”

Diarmuid slowly lowered his eyes but said nothing.

He knew that she was sacrificing her career.

Even so, Abigail no longer felt any regret in this.

Every family should have someone taking care of the house.

For Sheryl, she supported both Abigail’s decision to work before and her decision to stay home now.

They had a big family, but it lacked warmth because Abigail and Diarmuid often worked late.

Patting Abigail on the shoulder, Sheryl said, “You can take care of Tommy from now on.”

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