The truth was that he did not come straight to Abigail after he was informed about Diarmuid’s plane crashing, but instead, he sent anyone they had over to the scene immediately.
They in turn confirmed the plane had crashed within Dunesia borders, and just before James arrived at the hilltop mansion, he was further informed that they found the wreckage on Darcy’s Peak, the highest peak of the country.
It was common knowledge that while airplanes were the safest way to travel, a crash was always lethal!
That was why he did not dare to give Abigail an answer—her disappointment would be worse if he gave her hope!
Fortunately, Abigail waved him off feebly. “I get it. Just make the arrangements… Can you get us out before sundown?”
“Yes,” James replied.
Abigail took her baby back from James just then, but it felt like her chest was hollowed out—as if her heart was taken away.
She tightened her hold on her baby, as if seeking a handle on reality.
The baby started to struggle from the discomfort, but Abigail never noticed until he started to cry.
Coming to her senses, she quickly eased her hold around her baby just as Sheryl came out of the mansion.
“What’s wrong?” Sheryl asked.
Abigail looked at Sheryl blankly and shook her head. “Pack our things, Mom.”
“What? Why?” Sheryl asked in surprise.
“We’re moving to Franconia,” Abigail said.
Despite Abigail doing her best to pull herself together, Sheryl immediately noticed that something was wrong when she saw the weariness in Abigail’s expression. “What happened?
Abigail did not want to tell the truth, afraid that Sheryl might collapse from the truth.
“Diarmuid’s been wanting to migrate to Franconia, but we stayed because of my work,” Abigail said instead. “Now that I’ve resigned, we could go there now—it would be convenient for Diarmuid too, since the Remy headquarters is there.”
Sheryl thought that Abigail was making sense, and yet…
“Do we have to leave in such a hurry?” Sheryl asked.
“Yeah.” Abigail nodded. “We’ll be going today.”
Sheryl leered at her suspiciously. “Why do I have this feeling that something’s wrong with you?”
After all, Abigail had never once mentioned living in Franconia, but they were now leaving out of the blue?
The sudden urgency was certainly unusual.
Abigail pursed her lips and tried to smile, intending to reassure Sheryl.
However, Abigail’s smile was uglier than a crying face, to the point that Sheryl was snorting. “Don’t smile if you can’t—you look hideous. I won’t ask anything if you don’t want to tell me anyway. I’ll start packing up.”
Then, as Sheryl started to head inside, Abigail called out to her. “Mom? Can you take my baby too?”
Sheryl turned and did so.
The baby was beaming right then—he was used to Sheryl carrying him, and he was happier than when Abigail carried him around.
While Sheryl was busy wiping his drool, Abigail arched her back, pressing both chest firmly on her chest.
Sheryl glanced at Abigail, and there was a brief look of worry in her eyes before she sighed and returned into the mansion with the baby.
Meanwhile, the dam on Abigail’s emotions collapsed instantly, and she felt such a crushing weight her spine could snap.
The sun was right overhead, but all she felt was coldness around her.
Her whole body shivered as she stood alone, spacing out for so long her legs went numb.
She was staring blankly into thin air, her vision blurring even as she looked at people.
When she got to her feet, her head went dizzy and she blacked out, falling to the ground right then.
Eagle saw her fall unconscious and he quickly carried her into the mansion.
Sheryl panicked when he saw them—what on earth happened that could leave Abigail blacking out?
“Shouldn’t we take her to the hospital?”
Aside from being an incredible martial artist, Eagle was slightly learned in medical knowledge as well.
He naturally could tell that Abigail was actually fine, and that she was just unconscious from mental distress.
“She just needs some rest. She’ll recover soon,” he said.
Sheryl quickly told Eagle to take Abigail to Tommy’s room, but just as he was about to put Abigail down, she suddenly opened her eyes wide. “Diarmuid…”
Eagle was not startled by Abigail suddenly regaining consciousness. Instead, he quietly said, “It’s good to have you back, ma’am.”
Abigail’s eyes focused on him just then. “What happened to me?”
“You were unconscious,” Eagle told her.
Abigail scanned around the room as she slowly remembered what happened and started to sit up.
Seeing that she was still frail, Eagle reached out to help her, but she waved him off. “It’s alright.”
She could sit up on her own.
Eagle paused and withdrew his hands, clasping them over his back as he usually did.
Looking at him just then, Abigail murmured, “Eagle…”
“Yes, ma’am. Just say the word, and I’ll get it done,” Eagle replied respectfully.
“There’s something I need you to do,” Abigail said. “But I have another request before that.”
“I’m listening, ma’am.”
“Can you come with me to Franconia?” Abigail asked.
Since Diarmuid was the one who hired Eagle, they must have signed an agreement beforehand.
However, she did not know if Eagle could escort her to Franconia under those terms, and she really needed him.
Though Eagle had only recently become her bodyguard, his abilities were beyond question!
“Of course, ma’am.” Eagle replied. “It’s in my contract that I’ll escort you anywhere you go.”
“Thank you.” Abigail pursed her lips. “I need you very much right now.”
Eagle lowered his eyes to avoid looking at her. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Now go to the hospital and bring Mrs. Watson home.”
Mrs. Watson had recovered considerably, and while Abigail would like to let her rest further, they could not afford to wait before they left the country.
“Ask her if she’s willing to come with us to Franconia,” Abigail added. “I’ll be covering for her medical expenses as well. Ask our old chauffeur as well, and tell him to pack everything if he says yes. If he says no, we’ll pay him what he’s due immediately.”
After all, she planned to bring everyone over at once, because these were the people she and Sheryl were familiar with.
She was worried that Sheryl might not adapt to a foreign place since she did not know the language.
The children could slowly learn and she could hire a tutor to instruct Tommy and Sheryl.
However, all of that would take time.
“Yes, ma’am,” Eagle replied and left.
While he was gone, Abigail helped Sheryl pack up their daily necessities and some of her own clothes.
She then stared at Diarmuid’s wardrobe for a moment and helped him pack some too.
What if they found him and settled down afterward? He would be without his clothes!
James soon returned, but Abigail was not done packing.
“You’re done already?” she asked.
“You should come to our office before going to Franconia,” James told her.
“Why?” Abigail asked in confusion.
And at this juncture?
“We don’t know when Mr. Althoff will return,” James replied. “That’s why I enforced a media blackout. I don’t want everyone to be worried once it goes public.”
Everyone would stay in line under Diarmuid’s leadership but would inevitably get restless with their imagination if they realized that Diarmuid was in trouble.
Abigail did not know that, but she could tell that James spoke sense. “What do I do?”
“Just show your face and say that Mr. Althoff is letting you learn management,” James said.
“Okay.” Abigail nodded.
However, James saw that she was too pale, and he asked, “Would you like to put on some makeup?”
Abigail nodded again. “Wait for me here.”
She went upstairs and put on a suit—her only formal business wear.
She then put on a thick layer of makeup to cover her paleness before heading downstairs.
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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