Chapter 69 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Naturally, Harvey kept pushing him when he saw that

Diarmuid appeared unaffected. “I also know that she made you a cuck.”

“You can leave when you’re done,” Diarmuid said as he signed the document, and pushed the folder aside.

Harvey was left fuming, feeling as if he had hit a wall and did nothing to Diarmuid!

“Are you really that magnanimous? You bought that painting to destroy and ease your frustration, did you not?

Diarmuid would have been incensed if he had not known the truth that he was the one who had made Abigail pregnant.

Why should he be jealous of himself?

As such, he gave Harvey a mysterious look.

Harvey was left confused. What is the man up to?

Nonetheless, Diarmuid soon growled, “Stan, please escort him out.”

He did not want to waste his time with Harvey.

While Harvey was left speechless again, Stan gestured at the door, “Please, Mr. Gooding.”

As such, Harvey could do nothing but leave in frustration –he could not stay when Diarmuid had basically told him to leave.

But just as he arrived at the door, his phone rang.

Once he picked it up, his staff cried out, “Sir! Someone took your painting!”

“When?”

“Just now!”

Harvey’s face darkened. “Who was it?”

“…I think it’s Mr. Althoff’s people!”

Harvey flew into a rage right then and turned around, storming toward Diarmuid’s desk, slamming his fist on it so hard that it hurt his knuckles.

Still, he was snarling ferociously, “That was out of line, Diarmuid Althoff!”

Stan approached them just then, and reported to Diarmuid, ” We have the other painting, sir.”

Diarmuid finally looked straight at Harvey then.

So he was upset about the painting… But Diarmuid did not mind that at all!

“Burn it,” he told Stan nonchalantly.

Abigail painted him? Fine. He just had to burn it into ashes!

Harvey was at a loss for words from sheer frustration. Diarmuid had gone too far!

At the same time, Stan promptly called someone to get the job done, before telling Harvey, “Please leave, Mr. Gooding!”

Harvey’s chest was heaving with a fiery rage, but he had nowhere to rant!

To add insult to injury–it might even have been Stan’s plan- the instant he stepped out of the building, he found the painting being burnt!

Rage could hardly describe how he felt just then.

“Stan, is your boss actually in love with Abigail Bernstein?”

He had no idea why Diarmuid was calm despite everything he said, but there was one plausible explanation: Diarmuid was in love with Abigail.

But if he was, why would he throw her off a building?

Naturally, Stan knew that for a fact, but there was no way he would tell an outsider like Harvey about Diarmuid’s personal affairs.

“It’s Mr. Althoff’s business,” he smiled. “Would a lackey like me be privy to that?”

Harvey snorted coolly. “You’re a real villain. Guess the dog takes after its owner!”

Stan simply smiled without offering a retort, while Harvey stared at the painting of himself reduced to ash.

What was this supposed to be? One only burns a person’s picture if they are dead!

Were they trying to jinx him?

He headed for his car, but suddenly made a turn on his way back, heading to the hospital to visit Abigail instead.

She was asleep, and Mrs. Watson just happened to have left.

Harvey was in a bad mood, however, and barked, “Abigail Bernstein!”

Jolted awake, she rubbed her eyes and saw that it was Harvey.

“Were you lying to me?” he asked sharply.

Still groggy from sleep, Abigail was naturally confused. ”

About what?”

“The reason you were running away from Diarmuid Althoff! You never cheated on him, did you?!”

Abigail stared at him in surprise. “You talked to him?”

“What do you think?” Harvey snorted grumpily.

“I wasn’t lying,” Abigail explained. “Why would he push me off a building if he didn’t hate me? You saw how I ended up with this leg, or do you actually need me to explain?”

Harvey certainly had no retort against that, since he had seen Diarmuid push Abigail off the second floor with his own eyes.

Diarmuid would not have done that if he did not hate her!

“Then why didn’t he get upset when I told him that you made him a cuck?”

“Do you even know the man? He knows how to disguise his mood. Why would he let anything on? Moreover, he’s just making himself a laughing stock if he gets upset right in front of you–and you know he’s not that stupid. Even if he gets upset, he’ll keep in or just vent it on me.”

Harvey thought so too… Then Diarmuid must just be feigning composure!

He also realized something else. “Oh… I’ve been a bother, haven’t I?”

“It’s fine,” Abigail replied flatly. “I’d rather he get upset with me and divorce me.”

Harvey licked his lips- after being foiled by Diarmuid, he suddenly had a nasty idea. “Like I said before, we can put up an act to upset him. You’ll get what you want! It’s a good plan, so just agree to it.”

Abigail became silent as she pondered.

She certainly needed that divorce soon, since she missed her son already.

“Fine…”

Before she finished, the door to the ward suddenly opened!

Abigail was stunned. Surely it was not Diarmuid?

More importantly, did he overhear what Harvey just said?

Still, she relaxed as she looked toward the door and saw that it was Mrs. Watson.

Naturally, Harvey saw the way she reacted.

Was she that afraid of Diarmuid?

Still, her fear made sense–Harvey himself could not beat Diarmuid at all, and it was only imaginable how much abuse Abigail suffered in his hands!

While Harvey quietly mused to himself, Mrs. Watson looked at him warily and put the food she brought on the table. “You should be resting, Mrs. Althoff.”

Abigail could see that Mrs. Watson did not like Harvey, and smiled. “I know.”

Even after all that had happened, she cared for Mrs. Watson because she had really been nice to her.

“I’m having lunch now, Harvey, and I’m afraid I don’t have anything to spare. You should go.”

Harvey pursed his lips–why did it feel like he was being shown the door the entire day?

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