Still, Abigail knows what she was getting at. “It’s all in the past, Mom.”
Sheryl had actually been pregnant with a boy and a girl–fraternal twins. Abigail was born first, but her twin had died while still inside Sheryl.
–
The failed labor permanently scarred Sheryl’s body, and she could not get pregnant ever since.
Abigail could have had a twin brother… and that was when she remembered that she had twins too.
Was that a hereditary trait from her mother?
Still, the chance of having twins in a family was high if the parents were twins themselves.
Even so, Abigail had lost one.
“You don’t have to work, Mom,” she said then, having come up with a plan beforehand.
Her mother did not have to work and labor hard to keep things going for her and her child.
Sheryl began, “Abigail…”
“Mom,” Abigail said, cutting her short. “Believe me–I have a way to make money.”
Smiling, she then added, “You‘ll be in charge of caring for me and babysitting your grandchild later on.”
Sheryl nodded, since she was all too willing to babysit.
As she had claimed, Abigail had everything planned–she left the house the next day to meet a certain person at a diner. “It‘s been a while, Abigail.”
“Lulu,” Abigail greeted the other woman and gave her a hug. “Sorry for imposing this time.”
One of the reasons Abigail had decided to come to Sunny City was because Lulu Adams was here, with the other being an artist‘s studio located here, which she had found online-she was interested in taking over.
After Lionel pushed her to learn so much, she developed an interest in painting aside from medicine.
She was more or less coming to an agreement with the seller online, and she would be going there to finalize everything after her meeting with Lulu.
“You‘re never imposing,” Lulu said politely, patting her on the back. “I just showed your mom around when she arrived.”
Then, her tone shifted and she asked, “Why are you suddenly moving here? Your family seemed rooted in Cloud City before.”
Abigail smiled bitterly. “It‘s a long story.”
“Well, anything on the menu catching your eye? Order away–it‘s my treat.”
Lulu did not press Abigail for details and even changed the subject–everyone had their own burdens. Indeed, Abigail would have a good reason why she was not saying anything.
They were close friends despite their two–year age gap, and Abigail had never once told Zachary about her even though they never lost contact after Lulu left Cloud City.
In Abigail‘s mind, Lulu had her own reason for leaving back then.
“How is life here treating you, Lulu?” Abigail asked then. “You‘re getting skinnier again.”
Lulu smiled. “Just busy with work. You know the nature of my job.”
Abigail was naturally impressed with Lulu‘s job, as well as her efficiency.
Even after they were done eating, Lulu never mentioned Zachary as if he had never been involved in her life.
“Just come to me if you need anything,” she said.
Abigail nodded. “Thank you, Lulu.”
Suddenly, Lulu‘s phone rang–it was a call from her precinct.
Standing up, she said, “I have to go now.”
“Another case?” Abigail asked.
“I’m not sure,” Lulu replied. “They didn’t say, though I do have a case that isn’t closed
“Aren’t you afraid?” Abigail asked.
She was actually impressed with Lulu’s incredible courage as a forensic doctor, who had to work with dead bodies every day, and she was still quite young.
“I’m used to it,” Lulu simply replied.
After they parted ways, Abigail met the owner of the artist studio, and found that everything from its location and interior decoration to its pricing was acceptable.
yet.
There were some students who intended to stay—the owner had to leave the country, which was why he was selling the rights to the building.
Abigail agreed to the terms, and all the paperwork was done within three days, allowing her to settle down in the new city.
Back in Cloud City, Diarmuid’s secretary and Stan were standing in front of Diarmuid’s desk within his office.
Stan had since recovered and was sent to search for any clues to Abigail’s whereabouts, but there was not even a trace of her to be found over the last few days.
“She must have planned it out, even mapping out a route that avoids every camera….‘
Diarmuid looked up–he certainly knew that the woman had planned out the whole thing.
Moreover, he had let his guard down because she was so docile before she left.
“Keep looking!” he snapped, leaning against his chair just then and throwing his fountain pen loudly on his desk.
The sound was almost deafening in the silent room!
He was not cursing or glowering, but his body language made it clear that he was very much annoyed.
“Yes, Mr. Althoff.”
Stan was about to leave with the secretary when Diarmuid stopped Stan.
“Find out who Abigail Bernstein’s lover is,” he said with an unusually dark look.
He was feeling the impulse to capture both Abigail and her lover, and then cut them into a million tiny pieces!
Stan’s eyes brightened just then. Why did he not think about this?
In fact, he had lost hope for a while now, but a spark rekindled in him. “Right! While we can’t find Abigail Bernstein, tracking down her lover might give us clues! I will do that right now!” “Yes. Now, go.”
Right now, all Diarmuid wanted to do was to find Abigail––no matter what it would take.
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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