Chapter 74 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

She would look for help on her own, and certainly did not want to bother him.

“You don’t have to hold back,” Diarmuid said. “If you need help, you just need to ask.”

Abigail looked at him then, emotional stirring within her gaze.

Any woman would fall for him when he was being so kind.

Naturally, she was flesh and blood as well, and therefore had feelings. Lowering her gaze, she said, “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” Diarmuid replied.

Somehow, things were suddenly polite-even harmonious between them.

Abigail certainly was not on edge around him just then!

Next morning, Abigail left the mansion with the help of Mrs. Watson and Jimmy the chauffeur.

She first went to the mall, since she should at least get a gift when she was asking for a favor.

Fortunately, she had a lot of money after selling her painting, so she planned to buy something valuable as a way of sincerity.

She heard that the specialist she knew was a tea connoisseur, so she looked for an exquisite set of china.

It looked quite expensive, but she took it anyway, and handed over a card to the cashier. “I would like that gift-wrapped. Here, for the payment.”

The card was the one Diarmuid had given her, and the cashier respectfully took it with both hands when she saw it.

While Abigail waited, she casually asked, “How much do I have left?”

“Actually, there’s no limit, ma’am. You can use it as much as you want,” the cashier replied.

Abigail was dumbfounded.

Perhaps she had misheard?

“What was that? There’s no limit?”

“Yes, there isn’t a limit,” the cashier repeated, and explained, “The spending limit of Centurion Cards is upward of a billion.”

As a matter of fact, only the super-rich could afford the set of china Abigail had picked.

Being an employee there, the cashier had naturally met many such individuals, and more or less understood the way things worked among the upper-class.

On the other hand, Abigail was dumbstruck, but she soon remembered Diarmuid’s words.

“You can buy anything you want.”

She finally understood that now… but how could she bear to accept so much money from him?

Meanwhile, the cashier had already gift-wrapped the tea set, and Mrs. Watson walked up to carry it for Abigail.

“Your card, ma’am.” The cashier then returned the card, holding it with both hands once more.

As Abigail took it, she suddenly found it so heavy she would drop it–but it was just a card.

.She thought Diarmuid was joking when he told her that she loved her, and did not take it seriously.

But why would he give this card to her if he was not serious?

She smiled bitterly-money could really buy a woman’s heart, could it not?

And she was no exception!

In reality, it was not the money, but Diarmuid’s sincerity-like the tramp who would happily give out all six coins he had in his pocket to a downtrodden child.

“Where should we go next, Mrs. Althoff? Are we getting something else?” Mrs. Watson asked softly when she noticed that Abigail was spacing out.

Coming to her senses, Abigail said, “No. We’re leaving.”

“Are you realizing that your husband is treating you well?” Mrs. Watson smiled then.

Abigail stayed silent, even though she could feel that in her heart.

She would never admit it, however, because there was no way she and Diarmuid could be real spouses now she had a child, and it was not Diarmuid’s.

Would he be willing to be the stepfather to someone else’s child?

Obviously not.

As such, why should she hurt herself over it when she knew what would happen?

Naturally, she would not keep the card either-but now was not the time to worry over this.

Composing herself, she said, “Let’s go.”

She gave the chauffeur the specialist’s address. Luckily, he was at home.

The specialist Dr Kelly was in his fifties and had white hair on his sideburns, but he appeared very spirited.

“This is a consultation, I presume?” he asked directly.

Abigail did not try to hide either. “Yes. My father has late-stage brain cancer. I’m hoping that you’ll pick up his case.”

Dr. Kelly actually admired Abigail as a doctor a while ago, and since she was asking for a family member, he had even less reason to refuse.

“I will.”

“Thank you,” Abigail said gratefully. “I heard that you’re a connoisseur when it comes to tea, so I’ve prepared a small gift for you.”

As Abigail put the china set on the table, Dr. Kelly tried to turn her down. “I can’t accept this…’

“Please do. I understand that you’re a frugal person, and you agreed to take my father’s case even though I had not mentioned any reward. That is therefore an entirely different matter from my gift-it’s a token of sincerity from a former junior associate. I’ve always remembered how you helped me in my time as a doctor.”

Abigail was being very earnest, and as it was his favorite pastime, Dr. Kelly accepted it. “I shall gratefully accept, then.”

“Of course.” Abigail smiled.

With the formalities over, they shared some of their medical knowledge.

Dr. Kelly was good at what he did because his speciality was one particular affliction, and having worked in the same field for so long, his experience and knowledge was vast.

Abigail learned much just by speaking with him, and their conversation lasted until noon.

Dr. Kelly tried to get her to stay for lunch, but Abigail felt embarrassed and refused, saying, “I have other matters to attend to.”

“Of course,” Dr. Kelly replied. “Also, I think I shall check on your father this afternoon.”

“Thank you,” Abigail said.

“You’re always welcome,” Dr. Kelly replied.

Abigail returned to the mansion after leaving Dr. Kelly’s house, and she nestled on the couch, spacing out.

She was wondering if she should tell Sheryl about Lionel.

After all, they did live under one roof over two decades as spouses.

In fact, she felt that Sheryl had a right to know.

As she took her phone from her pocket to make the call, it started to vibrate.

It was a video from Sheryl, along with two text messages.

In the video, Tommy was wearing a onesie. His hair had grown out with a healthy black hue, and his little eyes were darting everywhere as he looked around an adorable sight.

[Tommy is a month old now, and almost nine pounds. Don’t you think he looks chubbier?]

[Just look at him. He really takes after you!]

A while ago, Abigail already contacted Sheryl and told her that Diarmuid had taken her from Harvey’s custody, meaning that they still could not meet for the moment.

‘Now, she told Sheryl that she was doing well and asked Sheryl to take good care of Tommy

Not wanting her daughter to worry over nothing, Sheryl replied: [Don’t worry. I’ll do everything to make sure Tommy gets the best.]

Abigail smiled as she rewatched the video of Tommy, and replied: (He’s my baby. Of course he would take after me.]

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