Stan was slightly relieved to hear the doctor’s words and walked up to ask, “Are you saying that treating it will be easy?”
“Relatively speaking, blindness caused by external factors should be easier to treat than blindness caused by illness,” the doctor explained. “However, we need to find out what’s actually causing his blindness first, to decide if it’s treatable.”
The cause was certainly very important in treatment, though Stan became weary from the doctor’s response.
He thought then that everything the doctor said was pointless!
Still, the doctor glanced at Stan and said, “Please keep it down. I’d rather not be disturbed while I examine the patient.’
Stan slid a peek at Diarmuid to see that the latter was pursing his lips and glowering.
Stan promptly turned silent-another word, and Diarmuid would really get mad!
The doctor opened Diarmuid’s eye just then and held his flashlight in front of his pupils, asking, ’Can you see this light?”
Diarmuid could somewhat see it, but it was very faint.
“Do you feel any pain?” the doctor asked.
“No,” Diarmuid replied.
“My guess is that it’s a retinal rupture,” the doctor said. “But I suggest a trip to the hospital for further confirmation. That said, if it’s caused by a concussion, it would not be that hard to treat it.”
Diarmuid was relieved inwardly. “Understood.”
While the doctor packed up his briefcase, Diarmuid told Stan, “Escort the doctor out of here.”
Stan did not move, since he was convinced the doctor was right. ’Aren’t you going to the hospital?”
And once they performed further examinations, they could determine the cause and treat it. After all, it might get more serious if they had to delay it!
However, Diarmuid did not bother to explain himself. ’Just go.”
Stan finally turned to the doctor then. “This way, please.”
Once they left and closed the door, Diarmuid called Zachary into his study.
Being blind was inconvenient, and he had to make a few calls.
Right now, he must confirm if James was really captured, and the priority was to save James if that was the case.
After Zachary came in, he said, “Open the top right drawer on my desk.
There’s a brown notebook-take it out, and call the sixth number from the top on the first page.”
Zachary did as he said, finding the notebook and calling the number as Diarmuid instructed, with the phone on his desk.
Once the call was answered, he passed the speaker to Diarmuid.
It beeped a few times before someone picked up, and a man spoke with a Dunesian accent. “Althoff.”
“A friend of mine was abducted in Dunesia. I need to find him.”
“Alright, I’ll look. Do you know who the captors were?”
“No,” Diarmuid replied. “That’s why I’m asking you.”
“Haha!” The man laughed for a while. “Guess I have to help since it’s you asking. Anyway, come by and visit when you’re free.’
“The check is on me,” Diarmuid replied.
“Sure.”
Hanging up, Diarmuid then turned back to Zachary. “Second page, first number. M
Zachary repeated the routine, and the call was answered quickly again.
However, Zachary did not hear what the other end was saying, but Diarmuid’s expression turned grim and dark.
“Yeah. Make it fast,” he eventually said flatly and clearly.
“Okay,” the person on the other end replied.
Diarmuid then hung up and told Zachary, ’Send the location where you found me to this email address.”
“Okay,” Zachary replied.
As he opened the laptop, he asked, “Do you think James will be alright?’
Diarmuid was silent, reluctant to speak.
Zachary pouted. “Fine. I misspoke again, huh?”
Diarmuid said, “Shut up if you don’t have anything meaningful to say.
Zachary was speechless for a moment, but he soon said, “Why are you so cold?”
“Why don’t you leave?” Diarmuid said quietly.
Zachary, however, stayed on the laptop and kept working. ‘Do you think you can send the map to the right email address if I do?
You won’t even find the toilet on your own without me around.”
He was certainly getting bold since Diarmuid was blind, and Diarmuid had no retort aside from bellowing angrily, “Get out!!!”
“No way.” Zachary remained there stubbornly. “You can’t do anything to me anyway.”
Diarmuid scowled. “You’re full of it.”
“Actually, I’m famished,” Zachary replied. “Come on. Let’s go eat once I’m done sending the email—Pierre should have something ready by now. I’m so hungry I could die!”
Diarmuid snorted coldly. “Still in the mood to eat? Can you actually stomach it? «
“I’d be worrying pointlessly now anyway,” Zachary said, shrugging. “Since I can’t do anything, I’ll put my hopes on you instead!”
“Don’t talk so much if that’s what you’re going for, and quit bothering me so much,” Diarmuid said, rising to his feet.
Zachary quickly held Diarmuid’s arm. “Well I can’t help it. I’m your eyes now, so I have to follow you around. There’s no helping it since you can’t be away from me.”
Zachary was more than gleeful!
If Diarmuid could see, he would be kicking Zachary out right about now.
Zachary would never dare mock Diarmuid on any other day, but since Diarmuid was blind at the moment and could not do anything to him, he now had the guts to be glib!
Stan made it back just as they left the study, and Diarmuid told Stan to eat while he returned to his room.
However, Zachary was eager to strike a nerve whenever he could at the moment. “You can’t see, so you won’t see Abigail even if you return to your room. Just come with us to eat!”
While Diarmuid said nothing, Stan sneaked a peek at his face and saw that he was already glowering.
He would never dare tease Diarmuid like that, while Zachary was proving himself fearless!
Still, Zachary summoned Pierre and said, “Bring some room to Diarmuid’s bedroom.”
After all, Abigail should be hungry too.
“Of course,” Pierre replied and went to work immediately.
With that, Zachary helped Diarmuid head to the dining room, while Diarmuid was left seething.
If only he could see…
“You’ve really grown a spine, Zachary,” he growled.
Zachary was nonchalant. “Get your eyes fixed before you fix me!”
Still, as Pierre had a maid bring food to the master bedroom, Abigail stepped out with a shawl draped over her shoulders.
She said nothing and waved at Zachary, who glanced at Diarmuid beside him.
He cleared his throat on purpose-it really was terrible that Diarmuid could not see!
In fact, he had never seen Diarmuid being this vulnerable since he met the man, since Diarmuid would be the one bullying everyone else.
And now, Zachary could easily mess around right under Diarmuid’s nose.
As Zachary walked over to Abigail, she pulled him aside and said, “You need to receive Erin from the airport.”
Zachary stared at her in confusion, so she explained, “She flew to Zidonia since it’s been a while she lost contact with him. She flew to Franconia when she found out he’s here, and she only called me now.”
“But we don’t know what happened to James…” Zachary muttered.
“She’s already here. What else do you think we should do?” Abigail said, shooting him a look.
Before he could respond, she added, “She’d be even more worried if you didn’t bring her here. Just tell her later that Diarmuid sent him to another country to expand their business.”
Pausing, she then asked, “Have you still not contacted James?”
Zachary replied, “I did.
Abigail frowned. ‘Then why’d you say you don’t know what happened to him?”
Unable to hide it, Zachary said, “He might have been captured. Don’t worry, though – Diarmuid has already asked people to find him.”
Abigail remained worried. “Is he really going to be alright?”
Zachary did not tell her about the phone conversation he had with that gang member, so that she would not worry too much.
“You’re still hurt,” he said instead. “You should be resting. Diarmuid and I will find James.”
After all, Abigail was arching her back slightly even as she stood, and her face was pale-the bullet wound her shoulder must still hurt.
“Call me immediately when there’s news,” she rasped.
“Yeah. I’ll go bring Erin over now,” Zachary replied.
Abigail nodded, and Zachary turned to leave.
Pierre approached her then. “Ma’am.”
Abigail then saw a maid carrying a tray of food and said, “Just bring it to the dining room. I’ll eat with everyone else.”
“Sure.” Pierre gestured for the maid to leave.
Abigail sat beside Diarmuid then, and he asked, “What are you doing here?”
“My shoulder hurts, but lying down hurts more,” Abigail replied.
“You should get your injury checked at the hospital again.”
“It’s fine,” Abigail said. “Zachary did his best.”
Then, putting some food on Diarmuid’s plate, she said, “Here, eat up! I’ll feed you.”
He looked weary at that, and Abigail smiled. “What, are you getting embarrassed even though we’re married?”
Diarmuid was speechless.
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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