Not One, But Two!

Chapter 45

"What? Are you not done? Do you want to beat me up until I die?" Abigail's gaze turned sharp, and Greg knitted his brows together before giving Isabel a stern, icy glare.

Isabel shuddered as she felt a chill running down her spine. She saw a vicious look in Greg's eyes that she had never seen in a regular human's before. "Forget it. Let's call it quits," she uttered hastily.

"Mom—" Amelia protested in dissatisfaction. However, Isabel was quick to interrupt her daughter. "Shut up! Follow my orders!"

Amelia continued to wear a dissatisfied look on her face, but she had no choice but to hold it in. She could only send a hateful glare in Abigail's direction. I wish I could shatter her into pieces just by staring at her, Amelia thought.

Abigail wasn't too bothered by the way Amelia was staring at her. She spoke up in an icy tone after hearing that Isabel was taking a step back. "I hope you'll be able to give me an answer regarding my mother's matters soon, Old Madam Mortimer. Regardless of how nasty it may get, I'd like to know the full details of it."

"What makes you think you have the right to ask for that?" Amelia lost her temper again.

Abigail scoffed. "I have the right because Greg just took these 50 strikes on behalf of me. Why? Do you have anything to say? Or are you going to try something again?"

Abigail was infuriated at this point. She might not have expressed much anger on her face, but there was a distinct change in the air around them. Greg gave her an amused stare without saying much. However, his eyes were clearly twinkling with interest.

Isabel had lived a long life, hence her experience allowed her to be good at reading people. Abigail's a tiny, frail girl who came all on her own, which can only mean two things: she might be dumb, or she might have someone secretly providing her support. I'm leaning toward the second possibility now. Of course, we might be able to deal with things here and now, but I'm afraid we might have to get involved with the people in power if this fight prolongs. I'm not sure I want that to happen. "Let him go!" Isabel ordered. The people around them quickly stepped aside.

Abigail helped Greg out of the ancestral hall, but she stopped to speak to Isabel on the way out. "You're so nice to your youngest daughter, old woman. Now, I can tell that all of the people here obey you. Perhaps things would be different if you managed to protect your eldest daughter in the past, right? After settling things today, my mother is no longer related to the Mortimer Family in any way. I hope you send my mother's details to me soon. Perhaps Stanley can help you out with that." Abigail turned to give Stanley a furious glare.

Stanley was taken aback by the look in her eye. She sure holds grudges! He put on a bitter smile, but Abigail was no longer paying attention to him at that point as she was busy helping Greg out of the area. "Are you okay?" Abigail felt her heart aching when she saw the injuries on Greg's body.

Greg, on the other hand, didn't seem too troubled by the beating. He had been through much worse throughout his years of growing up. However, this time, he saw the value of receiving this beating, as it allowed him to see a different side of Abigail. She was typically an arrogant woman, but he noticed the guilt and concern in her eyes at that moment. "A man isn't allowed to say that he isn't okay," he replied with a faint smile.

Abigail froze for a moment. "I can't believe you're still fooling around at a time like this. Anyway, I owe you one, Greg. I'll repay you in the future, even if I have to give my life away for it."

"You're making it sound too serious. What I went through is nothing in comparison to what you had to go through to give birth to my adorable daughter," he replied.

Once again, she froze after hearing his words. "What did you just say?"

"Being pregnant for ten months and going through the pains of giving birth isn't something that everyone can endure. Although I don't know why you didn't abort the child, I'm really thankful for the decision you made. Thank you for giving birth to such an adorable daughter." Greg meant every word that he said, and it left Abigail speechless and teary-eyed for a moment.

All the hardships that she had to go through to get pregnant without being married finally felt worth it. It felt like her heart, which had been a dry field for ten years, had finally received some water, nourishment, and warmth. "I didn't give birth to the child because of you," she muttered while turning away.

It was rare for Greg to see this side of her, and he couldn't help but chuckle when he saw it. Why is she turning into a shy child all of a sudden? But he didn't say anything more. They walked over to the car, where Greg's men had arrived. His men were dressed in black, and they all looked like they were prepared to fight.

Isabel and the rest of them watched as Abigail headed out of the village. All of Greg's men had come with weapons, and they seemed like daring and aggressive men. Isabel felt somewhat terrified at the sight of them. What would've happened to us if we hadn't agreed to their terms earlier? I don't think there are many people in Harrion who own guns, yet there were so many of them with guns just now. Isabel's face turned pale.

After taking a look at Greg, Abigail made a suggestion. "Why don't you get in my car? I have a first-aid kit in the car, and I think your injuries should be treated immediately."

"Pass me your first-aid kit, and I'll do it here. Your car's too small for me to fit."

Abigail twitched her lips in annoyance when she heard his remark. He really doesn't change, huh?

When Abigail didn't make any further comments, Greg's men hurried over to grab the first-aid kit from her car. Greg got Abigail to get in the car before he crawled onto her thigh and rested his arm around her waist. Mmm… She has such a slim waist. This reminds me of what happened five years ago. That breath-taking, life-changing night… Greg's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he instinctively rubbed his fingers against Abigail's waist.

"You should keep your hands to yourself before I break them," she hissed in a cold tone. Greg had been in a dreamlike state before that, but he snapped back into reality after hearing her words. What's up with me? She's not my type at all. Why am I getting all confused?

Greg hastily tried to stabilize his emotions before speaking in a nonchalant tone. "I was just trying to find a comfortable spot. Don't get all petty about this."

The corner of Abigail's lips twitched once more. If it weren't for the fact that he had just taken a beating on behalf of her, she would have caused him to be bedridden for at least two weeks after hearing what he said. However, she wasn't in the mood to bicker with him right then, so she quickly grabbed the first- aid kit before applying medication to his wounds.

He let out a loud hiss as his body stiffened in response to the burn of the medication. "Relax. I can't apply medication when you're all tensed up like that," she uttered in a formal tone.

Greg sniggered. "Have you heard of a victim relaxing while in the process of being raped?"

Abigail was stunned upon hearing his words. What a way to describe what he's feeling, she thought. She didn't answer him after that, but she continued to apply medication to his wounds.

Stanley felt cold sweat trickling down his face when he saw the men that Greg had brought. "Mr. Buckley, would it be okay for you guys to leave now?" Stanley asked.

Greg shot a glare at Stanley before waving an arm to send all of his men away. Isabel heaved a sigh of relief, but there was a hint of confusion on her face. Abigail couldn't care about anything that was going on then, as all of her focus was on applying medication for Greg. "There are a few wounds that will require stitches, but I can't do it here. We should go to a hospital before these wounds get infected," she muttered.

"You can stitch them for me. Also, you should prepare some food for Allie. We've been caught up in this for so long, and it's almost lunchtime. My baby must be hungry by now." Greg was still thinking about Alissa even at this point. Abigail's heart fluttered when she heard what he said. "You're such a good father," she uttered.

"So? Are you going to hand Allie over to me?" Greg gave Abigail a hopeful look.

She knitted her eyebrows together immediately. "That's not going to happen. My children are my life. You'll have to kill me if you want to take my children away from me. Just because I'm helping you doesn't give you the permission to have this negotiation with me. These are two different things," she muttered.

Abigail's expression darkened, and the pleasant look that had been on her face earlier had disappeared like a bubble that had popped. Greg hadn't actually hoped to gain custody over his daughter, but he was rather taken aback by how determined Abigail sounded. "I was just making conversation. I'm not actually going to fight with you for the children," he explained.

"That better be true," she muttered. Abigail shot Greg a rather worried gaze, but she stopped talking when she saw that he had dropped the topic. Despite this, she still felt an uneasy feeling—this feeling wouldn't leave as long as the children were in Harrion.

When Stanley gives me my mother's details, I'll bring the children away from here, and far, far away from Greg. Abigail didn't show any of her thoughts on her face. Soon enough, the car arrived at the

hospital, and the nurses helped Greg into the operation theater.

Right before the doors to the operation theater were shut, Greg voiced out a request. "Hold on. I want to send some food to my daughter."

"I want you to stay put. I'll send someone to pass food to Allie," Abigail replied.

"That's different. I promised my daughter that I would send her food personally. My wounds are no big deal. As you said, you've already dealt with the wounds that have to be dealt with. The stitching is no rush." Abigail was shocked at how firm and stubborn Greg was about his decision.

Greg genuinely cared about his daughter, but that was precisely what made Abigail more worried. What if the kids really like him? What if they no longer want to stay with me? Abigail let out a scoff at that thought. "I'm a doctor, so you need to listen to me."

"Don't you understand what I'm saying, Abigail? I'm saying—" Before he finished his sentence, Abigail gave him a sharp hit that sent him unconscious.

The nurses and doctors around Abigail were shocked, and they all turned to look at her. She was the only person in Harrion who had ever treated Greg that way. "What are you guys staring at? Send him into the operation theater now. Can't you tell that his wounds are already swollen and red?" Abigail was both calm and directive as she spoke, and the nurses quickly acted in accordance with her orders. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Before walking into the operation theater, Abigail ordered someone to send food over to her daughter's ward. Then, she headed in to conduct the surgery for Greg. He was only placed under anesthesia for about 30 minutes—Abigail had finished stitching his wounds by then, and he woke up around the same time.

His eyes lit up with fury when he realized what had happened. "How dare you, Abigail?" He leaped off the surgical table before heading toward Abigail to talk some sense into her. She turned around when

she heard her name. She was holding a syringe in her right hand, so she stabbed it into one of his arteries before injecting the medication into it.

"What the f*ck are you doing to me this time?" He had just finished his words when he collapsed back onto the bed with a loud thud.