Chapter 523 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

“Okay,” Abigail replied and quickly asked about Diarmuid. “Did the doctors say when he’ll be better?”

Stan was silent for a while before answering, “The doctor said soon.”

Abigail did not even need to guess-while Stan paused, he was actually asking Diarmuid what to say.

“Stan, is he hiding something from me?” she asked then with a threatening edge in her voice.

Stan was speechless.

He felt so awkward being caught in the middle!

He certainly would not dare to speak out of turn where Diarmuid was concerned, but that meant he had trouble answering Abigail too.

If he said something wrong, he would have to suffer Diarmuid’s abuse.

He then thought to himself that it would be nice if James were there to take over this for him.

However, he knew that that was impossible, since it would take James a long while to recover from the injuries he sustained.

And while he did, he would be working alone for Diarmuid.

The very thought left him feeling stressed.

Nonetheless, he chuckled. “I’d never lie to you. Don’t worry-Mr. Althoff is really getting better.”

“Then where is he?” Abigail asked.

“He’s having an eye examination,” he replied, and he was not lying-the doctors had just come to take him away for a test.

‘Take good care of him,” Abigail told him.

Stan was the only one around Diarmuid, and she knew Stan was hardly as competent as James-she would be relieved if James was there with Diarmuid.

Hanging up and putting away her phone, Tommy stared at her. ’Mommy.”

“Yeah?” Abigail asked, looking up.

“Let’s go visit Daddy, okay?” he said, blinking his large, innocent eyes.

Abigail held his gaze for a while. “You just don’t want to study, do you?”

Tommy was speechless, realizing that he was exposed again.

Abigail said sternly, “Don’t even think about it.”

Moreover, she would not go because Diarmuid told her not to.

She knew that he must be stressed with this condition, and she would wait quietly for him to return after making a full recovery.

On the other hand, since Tommy could not say anything, he was forced to study like a good boy.

During dinner, Abigail asked Mrs. Watson as she did not see Zachary at the dining table.

Mrs. Watson told Abigail she did not see him, and Abigail whipped out her phone to call him.

Though the call got through, no one was answering.

She frowned coolly and put away her phone.

Finishing her soup, she picked up her baby from Sheryl and played with him in the living room, intending on waiting for him to come back and tell him that they could move back to the castle.

After all, staying here for too long was inconvenient since they had too many people around.

However, as Zachary had yet to return even past 9 PM, she called him again.

Still, no one answered, and she frowned.

Where did he go? It was already very late, but she’s not returning at all… Did something happen to him?

She could not be blamed for worrying, since too much had happened lately.

Unable to stop herself from getting paranoid, she decided that she was worried and called Zachary again.

After a while, her call was finally answered, and Abigail immediately asked,” Where were you Zachary? Why aren’t my calls getting through?” “Who are you?”

Abigail froze-it was a woman’s voice!

A woman’s voice? Who was it?

Abigail asked tentatively, “I’m looking for Zachary Slate.”

“Oh, he’s having a shower,” the woman on the other end replied.

Abigail was speechless for a moment. “Okay. Just tell him to call me back when he’s done—”

The woman cut her short before she could finish. “Actually, I think he’ll be busy…”

Abigail frowned so hard her brows almost knitted together.

Did that woman think she was in a relationship with Zachary and was trying to assert dominance?

“Look, I’m not his girlfriend-we’re just friends, and there’s something we need to talk about, that’s all,” Abigail explained. “Tell him to call me back.”

With that, she hung up and dropped on the couch, feeling bemused.

Was that how he was going to get over being dumped? By messing around with women?

Her baby pulled her hair just then, and Abigail patted him in return, returning her focus to playing with her baby.

He had been walking steadily these days, although he had often tripped on his first steps.

“You’re the best, baby,” she said, carrying him and giving him a peck on the cheek.

Tommy entered the living room after dinner, and he blinked as he saw Abigail shower his baby brother with affection. He thought to himself that although the kid was leading a life of bliss at the moment, he would not escape the fate of having to study as well.

He dropped on the couch, and Abigail eyed him. “Are you actually getting tired from dinner?”

“From studying,” Tommy replied.

“And? Did you remember what you studied?” Abigail asked.

Tommy snorted a little proudly. “Why not? It’s not that hard.”

Tut, tut… That tone!

Abigail then asked, “Roses are…?’

“Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you,” Tommy promptly replied.

Abigail continued. “Snow.”

“There’s a patch of old snow in a corner, that I should have guessed, as a blow-away paper the rain had brought to rest,” Tommy recited smoothly and with perfect pronunciation.

Abigail nodded in stratification—the poems she had Tommy memorize were ordered according to difficulty.

“Let’s hope you keep doing your best,” she said. “Since you did well today, you have no homework tonight.”

“Yippee!” Tommy skipped around happily, and Abigail smiled in turn at his happiness.

It was late, so Abigail started to coax her baby to sleep, while Tommy basically could do everything himself these days-he would even insist on washing up himself before climbing into bed although he was just a child.

Abigail patted his little head. “Do you think Mommy is too strict?”

“I like being with you, Mommy.” Tommy threw himself into her arms-even if it was hard work, he was happy having her around.

Abigail lay down with him in her arms. “That was how I learned so much when I was a kid too.”

Tommy nodded. “Okay.”

“If you don’t have knowledge or culture, you would be empty,” Abigail continued. “I hope you’ll be better than your daddy and me when you’re older.”

Tommy nodded again, though there was no telling if he got it.

Abigail gently patted his bed to coax him to sleep while he lay on her chest, reveling in her warmth.

After he fell asleep in such comfort, Abigail gently put him down and made sure he was not waking up before tucking him in and tiptoeing out of the room.

She returned to her room and applied scar removal cream over the bullet wound on her shoulder, since it would look ugly if she did not use it.

She then heard the door open.

It must be Zachary at this hour, right?

She straightened her clothes before opening the door…

Once Abigail opened the door, she found Zachary tiptoeing back to her room.

She called out to him, “Where have you been?”

Zachary turned around and smiled. “Nowhere.”

“Did anyone tell you that I called you?” Abigail asked him.

An unnatural reaction appeared on Zachary’s face, and he somehow looked awkward. “You called me?”

“Yes I did,” Abigail told him with no uncertainty, “and it was a woman who answered, saying you were taking a shower. I told her to tell you to call me back when you’re done. She didn’t tell you, did she?”

Zachary chuckled. “Nope, she didn’t.”

“Are you serious about her?” Abigail asked her.

Zachary walked over and sat on the couch. “What do you mean?”

“The woman who answered my call,” Abigail said.

Zachary appeared nonchalant. “She’s just a woman. What’s with the seriousness? Just need to satisfy my physical needs.’

Abigail frowned, speechless. “Giving up on yourself, are you?”

“No, but I’m no saint who’s above worldly needs,” Zachary said seriously.” Is it really so terrible, sleeping with one?”

He was sleeping around?! Abigail certainly found it unacceptable!

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