Diarmuid could tell immediately what his grandfather was up to.
Henry had told him to divorce Abigail last time he was here, and was now trying to have him mingle with another woman. What else could it be other than attempting to hook them up?
He was certainly upset. Although he would not throw a fit because Henry was still his grandfather, he was not about to play along.
He suddenly suspected that Henry had arranged for Kathy to show up at his company in the first place.
With that, he left the room with no intention of bringing Kathy along.
Henry was about to offer some assurance, but Kathy quickly said, “It’s fine.”
As such, Henry waited until Diarmuid had left and said, “He’s actually not as cold as he looks. Please be patient with him.”
“I will.” Kathy smiled.
She was good-looking and had a sweet smile. Henry was naturally satisfied with her, especially since she was the only granddaughter of a friend and had a clean background.
“Well, it’s now up to you to get them together,” Cedric said.
“Yes, but this will take time. I’ve told you about the situation, and patience is needed here.”
In truth, Henry was not confident about their plan at all, but was willing to try.
After the disappointment that was Abigail Bernstein, he was forced to find another woman he can count on!
Still, Cedric clearly admired Diarmuid. “Of course. Your grandson is a fine man, and Kathy likes him. Even if I can’t wait, I’d have to be patient for Kathy’s sake.”
Henry arranged this after all, and they should likewise be confident.
Smiling at Kathy, he said, “It takes time for feelings to develop. Just try to reach out with Diarmuid more. He should be outside, so go hang out with him.”
Kathy lowered her gaze with a shy smile. “Okay.”
Naturally, everything that just happened was staged for Diarmuid’s benefit.
Once Diarmuid strode out of the manor, he headed to the back garden and called Stan.
“Yes, Mr. Althoff?”
“Did you actually do a background check on the woman you hired yesterday?” Diarmuid asked. If his hunch was right, Henry had arranged for Kathy to show up at Light Group in the first place!
“I did. She graduated from a famous university, but has no work experience…”
“What about her family?” Diarmuid coolly cut him short.
“Well, she told me that she was living abroad and only returned recently, but not much else…
Did something happen? Is she stalking you? But I’ve already sent her away…”
*Diarmuid was frowning and had a hand over his forehead. “You’re an idiot!”
However, his outburst was meant for himself as well!
How could he listen to Stan and get a woman to make Abigail jealous?
Now he had brought trouble down on his own head!
On the other end, Stan was utterly puzzled by Diarmuid’s scolding.
“What did I do?”
Diarmuid promptly hung up, since he was in no mood to explain.
On the other end, Stan was utterly mystified.
Even if he had made a mistake and deserved a scolding, Diarmuid should at least make things clear.
After all, a man should at least have his crimes read out to him before his execution!
Naturally, no one could hear his musings, let alone Diarmuid!
“Hey, how did you get in here? Come out already, Ms. York!”
On the way back to the mansion, Diarmuid overheard Moneypenny and walked over to find Kathy standing in his room, holding the box containing the photo of his parents.
His gaze turned dark and strode up to her, his voice ice cold. “What are you doing?!”
Kathy was calm and composed. “I was just curious, so I took a look.”
“Put it down already, Ms. York,” Moneypenny told her. “That’s very precious to Master Diarmuid
“But it’s mine,” Kathy said confidently-even though it was the first time she had seen the .silver crucifix.
After all, Henry had taught her to say that, adding that the owner of the silver crucifix was very important to Diarmuid, and that he would be nice to whoever it was.
“What?” Diarmuid narrowed his eyes. “You’re saying that it’s yours?”
“Of course. It’s a keepsake from my father, but I lost it so long ago. Ask my grandfather if you don’t believe me.”
Kathy reared her head and showed no signs of guilt at all, and anyone who saw her would be somewhat convinced.
“If it’s yours, how did you lose it?” Diarmuid asked, staring fixedly at her.
“I don’t remember,” Kathy replied. “I must have been a child at the time.”
She avoided mentioning anything specific since it had been a while anyway. If she did, she would appear a little eager, and someone as sharp as Diarmuid would just get suspicious.
By being ambiguous and vague, Diarmuid would just get curious enough, and eventually be convinced that it was hers, and that she was the one who saved him.
“Perhaps the crucifix you lost simply looks like this one?” Moneypenny suggested, affording Kathy a chance to strengthen her claim.
“No, I remember that this is the one, down to the necklace. Why wouldn’t I remember a gift from my father?”
Then, putting up a miserable look, she said, “This is very important to me. May I have it back?
Diarmuid became silent, but did not give in right away.
He walked up and took the chest from Kathy, opening it to check its contents.
There was a look of tenderness in his eyes when he remembered those clear, crystalline eyes he saw all those years ago.
Even after so long, he remembered that face and those eyes when he regained consciousness after almost drowning.
“If it really is yours, I’ll return it to you.” With that, Diarmuid shut the chest and returned it where it was.
He was going to leave, but it seemed that he must stay now-at the very least, he must ensure that Kathy had been here at Althoff Manor when he was rescued!
Kathy tamely pouted. “Fine.”
Moneypenny then smiled. “Shall we head to the dining hall? Dinner is ready.”
Diarmuid told him, “Lock my room from now on.”
With that, he turned and strode off.
“Of course,” Moneypenny said, and traded glances with Kathy.
Even if Diarmuid was angry, they did what they came to do.
Both Cedric and Henry were already waiting at the dining hall.
Seeing his granddaughter arrive, Cedric asked, “So, how was your stroll? Do you remember this place?”
“I do,” Kathy replied as she walked up to him. “You brought me here for a funeral, and I also remember saving a boy from drowning.”
Diarmuid had sat down quietly, but looked up at her when she said that!
Kathy naturally noticed the look from Diarmuid, and her smile became even brighter
With that, he got up and left, though he got a call from his grandfather on the way back.
“Diarmuid, I heard that your company hired Kathy, but she was let go because she was not up to her task? Can’t you arrange for something easier for her?”
“You arranged for her to show up, didn’t you?” Diarmuid asked in return.
Even if everyone at the manor was convinced their act was good, Diarmuid did not even need to guess what was happening-the signs were all there, not to mention that there were one too many coincidences.
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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