The doctor did not answer immediately, and instead asked, “Is your family with you?”
Samantha, who had been standing at a corner, promptly replied, “I’m his wife.”
Like any other human being, Samantha yearned dearly for the one thing she lacked. While she was just a mistress, she certainly would never miss a chance to introduce herself as Mrs. Bernstein out in the open!
“Is my husband alright, doctor?” she asked then.
“No, there’s no need for worry,” the doctor replied “Anyway, I’ll be writing a receipt for you, Mr. Bernstein. There’s another test you should take ”
After writing on a piece of paper and passing it to Lionel Bernstein, the doctor said, “You can go now. Your wife can stay.”
Lionel, however, could tell that the doctor was trying to send him out of the room. “Just be honest with me, doctor,” he said. “There’s no need to lude anything from me I’m prepared for the worst.”
The doctor stayed awkwardly silent for a moment, and said, “Very well.
“He read through the reports again, and finally told Lionel, “You have a malignant brain tumor.
Despite having prepared himself mentally, Lionel almost fell off his chair from sheer shock, his knuckles balling into fists on his lap just then.
Samantha naturally lost composure as well, since Lionel was basically her sugar daddy. “It’s just a cough, doctor! How could it be a brain tumor? Could there have been a mistake?”
“It’s probably metastasizing,” the doctor replied. “The dry cough is a symptom that it’s moved to the throat and lungs.”
“There must be a mistake!” Samantha snapped.
Lionel did not have it in him to flip out just then. “Please, leave us.’
Samantha, however, seemed to not hear him. “Let’s go to another hospital. This place is full of quack doctors! You’re just fine, there must be a mistake”
“That’s enough!” Lionel barked, his ire getting to him.
He was already in a bad mood, but she just had to keep yapping!
Samantha reluctantly turned quiet.
Feeling chagrined, Lionel said, “Sorry about that, doctor.”
The doctor waved him off-he certainly understood, and there were other patients whose family members reacted worse.
“How… How long do I have left?” Lionel asked even as he worked hard to keep himself together.
In the end, everyone is inevitably afraid to die, and few have ever faced death with grace and fearlessness.
“We will require further tests,” the doctor replied. “You should get admitted now if possible.”
“I will think about it…” Lionel mumbled.
“Of course,” the doctor said, and handed him his reports. “Of course, you can have further tests at another hospital if you want.”
Lionel appeared deflated and took the folder quietly, got up, and left.
Samantha followed him, saying, “We should consult another hospital… They might have messed up here.”
It only served to annoy Lionel, who just wanted peace and quiet, only for her to keep prattling on!
“Just shut up if you don’t want me to die!” he growled.
“But I’m doing this for your own good,” Samantha complained softly.
Lionel was not bothered with her just then-he did not even have the strength to speak after finding out about his sickness.
Meanwhile, Abigail had returned to the mansion.
However, the men Stan brought with him were still around, standing guard outside the mansion to stop her from escaping.
It was basically a house arrest that lasted over a month.
In that time, Diarmuid never showed up, and she never had contact with the outside world. Cut off from all outside contact, she had to idle her days away.
On the other hand, Harvey was not that lucky.
Diarmuid was furious, but since he could not vent it at Abigail, Harvey had to take the brunt of it.
He launched a campaign to sabotage all projects Gooding Enterprises had, and did not care if it hurt his checkbook!
Harvey was left on the verge of bankruptcy, and news of his company’s unstoppable decline kept making headlines!
With all their projects basically killed off, Harvey finally caved to the pressure and sought out Diarmuid, explaining that there was nothing between him and Abigail-they were just putting up an act to upset him.
His words were: “I just wanted to annoy you, and Abigail wants to divorce you. It was just a common goal, and we agreed to pretend as if we are in a relationship! There is actually nothing between us at all!”
Abigail finally found out when Diarmuid showed up at the mansion again.
However, Abigail did not feel anything toward Harvey’s predicament-the man had come up with that plan himself.
He should have been prepared to fight Diarmuid when he did. He was not, however, and he could only blame his own stupidity for his losses.
“That’s your darling, right there. Don’t you have anything to say?” Diarmuid asked as he stared at Abigail’s face, looking for a reaction-he naturally did not take Harvey’s explanation at face value.
Abigail was completely nonchalant, and he knew right then that Harvey was mostly telling the truth. After all, if she was really in love, there was no way she would not get worried about Harvey. Her nonchalance just meant that she did not care!
But even if that had been an act, it was reality that she wanted to divorce him!
Was she really that obsessed with leaving him?
“Why are you so insistent on a divorce, Abigail Bernstein?” he asked directly with a dark look.
Abigail rolled her eyes. “You know that I’m with Harvey-”
.”He already told me that it’s an act.”
Abigail was speechless-Harvey was simply unreliable!
Nonetheless, she braced herself and snapped, “It was never my intention to marry you. I don’t love you at all, and I certainly don’t want to spend my life with a man I don’t love. That’s why I want a divorce-it’s that simple.”
She had steeled herself to anger Diarmuid, to make him divorce her!
Diarmuid stayed silent for a long while. “I…”
He wanted to tell Abigail that he was the man she was with that night.
At the very least, they shared a bond that way. Maybe she would stop demanding a divorce too?
He decided to test the waters.
“If the man you were with that night was also the one who caused your miscarriage, would you hate him?”
He would tell her if she said no.
However, Abigail did not hesitate in her response, and everything from her expression to her tone made her rage apparent.
“Of course I would. I would even wish he was dead!”
Naturally, she did not forget that she had lost a twin because of Diarmuid and Whitney! “That’s why I hate you now. You’re the reason I lost my children.”
“So be it,” Diarmuid quietly said.
Abigail actually did a double take. What was that misery in his tone?
“What’s your deal?” she asked softly.
“It’s my fault,” Diarmuid said and went to stand beside the curtain wall.
He was hurting for the loss of their children too.
Abigail somehow felt sympathy and the impulse to give him a hug-he looked so lonely and miserable from behind.
She shook her head. How could she feel that way toward him?!
Even if Diarmuid was not the mastermind, he definitely played a huge role in the loss of her twin, and that would always keep them apart.
“Mrs. Watson?” she called out then. “Help me upstairs.”
Mrs. Watson arrived, and was just about to do it when Diarmuid turned around and said, “I’ll do it.”
Mrs. Watson promptly left, but Abigail resisted. “Mrs. Watson can do it.”
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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