“Abigail?” She sounded very worried.
“I’m here,” Abigail replied.
“Are you alright? I was so worried when I couldn’t reach you.”
“I’m fine. Have you arrived at Cloud City? Where are you now? I’ll come to you.”
“I’m at work right now,” Lulu replied. “I’m only free after six. Let’s meet up somewhere.” “Okay,” Abigail said, and asked, “Is my mom and Tommy alright?”
“Yeah. They’re staying at my home-don’t worry.”
“Good.”
Abigail missed her family-especially Tommy, who was separated from her soon after birth.
She wanted to hold him so much.
Suddenly, Mrs. Watson came upstairs and called out, “I’ve made you something to eat, Mrs. Althoff. Please come downstairs to eat.”
Lulu heard that, and said, “Well, as long as you’re fine. Let’s talk later!”
“Okay,” Abigail replied, hung up and followed Mrs. Watson downstairs, where Diarmuid was sitting by the dining table.
She stopped in her tracks.
“Mrs. Althoff, you should eat,” Mrs. Watson told her when she saw that she paused.
Abigail quickly composed herself and sat down at the dining table.
Diarmuid never looked at her even when she arrived, and moved his fork unhurriedly.
Abigail could not help it and said, “You can just tell me that you regret what you said. You don’t have to give me the cold treatment I’m not that clingy.”
She knew a man like Diarmuid would never accept a woman who had been with someone else, even having their child.
She was just being delusional, believing that they could have a proper relationship!
Still, Diarmuid’s expression turned icy and he slowly looked up angrily at her.
“You’ve really perfected the art of playing the victim, haven’t you?”
After all, she was the one who had gone missing when he returned last night.
Also, he found the card she left on his desk, placed over the note that read: [Diarmuid Althoff, I want a divorce.]
He almost lost his mind, thinking that Abigail had run away again!
He was sitting around the entire night without sleep, but eventually could not take it and started a search, finding out that she left with Samantha White, and tracked her all the way to the hotel!
It was certainly no coincidence that he was there.
Abigail frowned in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
Diarmuid laughed despite himself-how could she be so pretentious?!
“Tell me, what’s written on this card and note is in your handwriting, isn’t it? Are you pretending you don’t know now? Afraid to admit it?”
Abigail slapped her own forehead. How did she forget about that?!
She had written that because she had been furious when she saw Diarmuid getting chummy with Kathy York!
She would have completely forgotten about it if he never mentioned it.
Was this why he was so upset?
“Hold on-”
“Tell me, did you write this?” Diarmuid demanded, cutting her short!
“Yes,” she admitted.
The instant she said that, however, Diarmuid’s expression darkened, and he appeared colder than before!
Diarmuid was glaring at Abigail as if he would cut her into little pieces–if looks could kill, she would be dead already!
“I was just -”
Even as Abigail tried to explain, Diarmuid sprang to his feet, clearly reluctant to listen to her, and strode out of the dining room.
Abigail pursed her lips but did not follow-he was furious, and he was not calm enough to listen to her explanations.
She should give him time to calm down before talking to him.
“Achoo-”
Abigail suddenly clasped her hand over her mouth as she sneezed!
Seeing that, Mrs. Watson asked, “Do you have a cold?”
Abigail nodded, and she quickly brought her cold medicine.
“Thanks,” Abigail sniffled.
Mrs. Watson smiled. “You’re Mr. Althoff’s wife. It’s what I should do.”
Abigail lowered her gaze at the mention of Diarmuid, but quickly took the medicine and washed it down with water.
After having breakfast, Abigail changed into fresh clothes and headed to the hospital.
Ensuring that Samantha was not around, she visited Lionel, and told him that Samantha was coveting the Bernstein estate. She also warned him to be wary, in case Samantha tried to harm him for the money-she was willing to kill Abigail for it, after all!
Lionel, however, frowned. “You weren’t like this before, Abigail.”
He was aware that Abigail disliked Samantha-even hated her.
It was understandable from Abigail’s standpoint, but hatred aside, she should not make false accusations.
In fact, it disappointed him that Abigail would say something like that was Abigail the one who actually wanted the family estate? Was that why she resorted to slander?
“How was I before?” Abigail asked in return.
“You always tried to give her a wide berth,” Lionel replied.
Abigail could tell right then that Lionel doubted her!
Taking a deep breath, she said, “Would you believe me if I told you that she tried to kill me?”
Lionel did a double take it was too much to take.
He was certainly aware that Samantha was a heinous gold digger, but he still doubted that she would resort to murder
“She wouldn’t go that far!”
Abigail was not in a hurry to explain, and she already had an idea. “Well, I can prove it to you.”
“H-How?” Lionel asked.
“She thinks I’m dead. How would she react when she sees me?”
Lionel thought about it. “Spooked?”
As Abigail stayed silent, Lionel started to believe her a little now-she would not be this confident otherwise.
“I’ll help you,” he said.
“Thank you,” Abigail replied.
“Is there really such a huge wall between us?” Lionel asked, looking at her then.
His cheeks were sunken and yellowed, while his eyes almost seemed dried and lifeless after he was tormented by sickness.
But now, his eyes twinkled with a yearning for kinship-people inevitably yearned for warmth when they were vulnerable, and Lionel was no exception.
However, Abigail remained aloof and said nothing.
*After all that had happened, she could not offer warmth even though he asked-because he had never loved her like a father before.
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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