Chapter 127 Scare the Granddaughter-in-Law away
Ophelia finished her lunch and went back to her desk to continue working.
Niamh was now the manager of the planning department, and all the department's plans had to be reviewed by her first.
Ophelia took the proposal she wrote to the office, where Niamh was on the phone and painting her nails, with music playing and afternoon snacks and fruit on the desk.
Ophelia handed over the plan and said, "Miss Niamh, here's the proposal for the Horizon Project. The CEO is asking for a review before the end of the workday."
Without even looking at it, Niamh said, "Just leave it there and go."
Ophelia didn’t say anything and turned to leave the office.
As soon as she did, Niamh threw Ophelia's proposal in the trash bin.
Ever since Ophelia put on that necklace, Niamh had taken a dislike to her.
Ophelia waited at her desk for a long time for a response but didn’t get any. Right before quitting time, the CEO's assistant came to find her, "Ophelia, the Horizon Project proposal, have you finished it? The CEO is waiting."
"I submitted it to Miss Niamh this afternoon," said Ophelia, "I will go ask her now."
She hurried to Niamh's office, "Miss Niamh, the Horizon Project proposal I submitted earlier, have you reviewed it?"
Niamh was sipping her coffee, flipping through documents with boredom - all things Dovie wanted her to review. They were so dull they almost put her to sleep, and she relied on coffee to stay alert.
Niamh looked puzzled, "What proposal? I haven’t seen it."
"The proposal I handed to you at three o'clock for review," reminded Ophelia.
"I haven’t received any proposals today," Niamh responded coldly. "Alright, it’s time and I need to leave for the day."
With that, Niamh put down her documents, picked up her bag, and prepared to leave.
For Niamh, the day had been unbearably dull.
"Miss Niamh..." Ophelia called out anxiously.
Niamh just walked away.
Ophelia quickly realized that Niamh's departure was deliberate, and the reason didn't need stating—it was the necklace she was wearing that had caused the upset.
Ophelia wasn't clear on why Niamh disapproved of the necklace; what she knew was she had to quickly put together another project proposal for the CEO.
Ophelia had a habit when it came to her work: she always kept a spare copy, so making another copy was straightforward.
After finishing up, Ophelia left work later than usual and walked to the subway.
On the train, Ophelia thought about Sybil, who had rushed off earlier. She had Sybil's contact information and, on a whim, sent a message.
Ophelia: [Sybil, are you alright?]
The message fell into a void.
Ophelia reached her final stop without a reply and didn't dwell on it, quickly forgetting about the incident.
When she got home, the place was empty—Finnegan wasn't there.
She was so used to coming home to Finnegan's presence that the emptiness struck her suddenly, causing an inexplicable pang of anxiety.
Only then did Ophelia realize that routine can be frighteningly powerful.
After some hesitation, she texted Finnegan.
Ophelia: [When are you coming back?]
His reply was instantaneous.
Finnegan: [In an hour.]
Seeing the response, Ophelia felt immediately reassured. She started to prepare dinner without probing into what Finnegan had been up to.
He had such a large company to run, so he couldn't possibly spend every day with her.
Over at the Abbott Family's old mansion, Finnegan had come to visit old lady Abbott, and seizing her chance, Celia began to question him about his whereabouts the day before.
Celia had inquired at Finnegan's company about his schedule, noting that he hadn't been to the office in days.
This suggested Finnegan wasn't busy.
"My son, why didn't you come to the birthday party yesterday? I checked with your company, and you haven't been there in days. What have you been busy with?" she pressed.
Finnegan peeled an apple for old lady Abbott with a nonchalant expression as if Celia's words had fallen on deaf ears.
Old lady Abbott came to Finnegan's defense and spoke to Celia, "Celia, Finnegan is all grown up now. Don't meddle in his affairs so much. If he isn't busy working, then he must be out chasing a girlfriend, right? Tell your grandma, isn't that so?"
Old lady Abbott's mind alternated between clarity and confusion.
"Yes," Finnegan said as he handed the peeled apple to old lady Abbott, "Here, Grandma, try this."
Celia was shocked, "Finnegan, you have a girlfriend?"
Old lady Abbott beamed with joy and asked, "When are you bringing her over for Grandma to meet?"
Finnegan's lips curled into a faint smile, "Soon."
He seemed to deliberately ignore Celia once again.
"I want to see her tomorrow," old lady Abbott insisted stubbornly. "Bring her over here."
With a tone one might use to cajole a child, Finnegan coaxed, "Not tomorrow, Grandma, wait a bit longer, or you might scare her away."
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