Not One, But Two!

Chapter 143

Sasha raised her head, and at that instant, she saw Emma's sullen expression right in front of her. Seeing that, she

sighed and said, "Don't be overly worried about that. I'll make Abigail pay the price for everything she has done to

you. However, we need to act with caution. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Still frustrated, Emma went back to her room right away.

She wondered whether Jonathan knew that Victoria came here.

Thus, she immediately sent a message to him.

'I miss you, Jonathan. I couldn't look for you because my legs are still hurting, but don't forget about me just

because of this.'

Jonathan, on the other hand, was disgusted by Emma's message.

He used to think that Emma was at least skillful in bed. However, after five years, it was starting to get boring. Most

importantly, she had absolutely nothing to offer. There was a world of difference between her and Abigail.

He would never have been together with a stupid woman like Emma if Abigail hadn't gone f*cking around five years

ago.

However, he knew that he still needed to use Emma, and so, he replied, 'Ok.'

This one-word reply of his was enough to make Emma overjoyed.

Jonathan still adores me. Emma, being the simpleton that she was, was immersed in such thoughts while hugging

her phone. Little did she know that Jonathan couldn't care less about her.

Meanwhile, Abigail had just awoken from her nap after her lunch, feeling recharged.

When she went downstairs, she saw Teal sitting alone in front of the living room's floor-to-ceiling window. Abigail

had no idea what was going through her mind, but she appeared sorrowful.

Walking over to Teal, Abigail said casually, "Given the state of your body, you need to get more rest. It's windy over

here. Take care."

Teal was slightly startled. When she realized it was Abigail talking to her, a small smile appeared on her pale face.

"Dr. Kain, do you believe in love?"

Abigail was stumped by her question.

Do I?

In the past, she placed all her trust and love in Jonathan, believing that he was The One for her. Despite knowing

that she was unworthy of him and Victoria would surely despise her, she insisted on marrying him out of the love

she had for him. All of this, however, was merely wishful thinking on her part. After all, look at where they ended up

now.

Occasionally, she felt that perhaps she should be grateful to Emma and her mom for making her realize the true

Jonathan as early as she could, so that she could wake up to her senses that he was not one to be trusted. Though

such a process was not the best to endure, things had changed for the better after her worst nightmare.

Greg, the hooligan, came to mind following this train of thought.

This man appeared to be fooling around all the time, but he had gradually worked his way into her life and her

heart.

I suppose this is love?

She felt blessed being with him. If this was love, she would gladly accept it.

With these thoughts in her mind, she smiled softly.

"I do believe in it. There are so many wonderful things in the world to experience, and so many wonderful feelings

to feel. Why should we not believe in it?"

Such a response of hers took Teal aback. She had never expected someone as cold as Abigail would say such a

thing, but then she remembered Greg, the man who had nearly killed Quinn.

Yes, it was him.

Only people like him truly loved Abigail.

Teal, slightly pursing her lips, said bitterly, "I used to believe that I had married for love, and that I had found the

one who I can rely on forever. But who knew, I was the one who was blind and chose a beast."

From her words, Abigail knew that she was thinking of Quinn, as well as her physical condition.

Every doctor cared about their patients.

That was also true for Abigail, and so she comforted Teal by saying, "Your body condition is not hopeless. So, don't

overthink. Perhaps my guess was incorrect. Let us wait for the medical report."

In response, Teal nodded.

Just as they were chatting, an engine sound that sounded familiar resonated from outside.

It was Greg.

Noticing that he was back, Abigail felt that her heart was instantly filled with happiness and excitement, and there

was also a tinge of anticipation.

She subconsciously took a quick look out the window. At that moment, she saw Troy helping Greg get out of the car,

with Greg appearing to be drunk.

At that instant, her brows furrowed.

Didn't this guy want his life anymore?

He consumed alcohol right after he recovered from a fever!

He had had enough of living, hadn't he?

"You take a rest first. I'm going out for a while," Abigail said to Teal right away.

And without waiting for Teal to answer, she walked swiftly toward the door.

"Troy!"

Abigail's voice sounded so cold that Troy froze upon hearing it.

"Dr. Kain, you're at home too?"

"What exactly is going on? Why did you let him drink? Didn't you know that he just recovered from a fever? What

kind of assistant are you? How absurd."

Hearing her lecture, Troy, on the other hand, felt aggrieved.

He didn't know that Mr. Buckley had a fever not long ago!

He had been instructed at the very last minute to send Mr. Buckley back, and he had never told him about that!

Why was Dr. Kain so upset with him now?

Just as he was about to explain, Abigail walked straight toward him and took Greg on her shoulders. Indifferently,

she said, "I'll take over from here. You are free to go."

"Okay."

Hearing what Abigail said, he immediately nodded and walked away.

He realized now that when Dr. Kain hit the roof, she was just as scary as Mr. Buckley.

At the same time, Greg smelled a light, but pleasing, fragrant scent.

He took a chunk of Abigail's hair and placed them under his nose. While smelling them, he said playfully, "Hey

pretty lady, you smell wonderful. Come on, give me a kiss."

As he spoke, his mouth, which reeked of alcohol, approached her face.

Seeing him in this manner, Abigail gave him a slap. Greg immediately felt some heat on his face, and a chilling aura

spread around him.

"Are you tired of living?"

Greg sounded like a demon from hell. Most people would be terrified hearing it, but Abigail wasn't. As if she couldn't

care less, she said, "You're the one who has had enough of living. Don't tell me you've never heard that your

medicine, cephalosporin, cannot be consumed together with alcohol? You can die from that."

The more Abigail thought about it, the angrier she became.

What was the point of her being so concerned about his health when he himself didn't seem to care?

At this point, she absolutely wished that she could just throw him to the ground and let him take care of himself.

Stunned by what she said, Greg exclaimed, seemingly aggrieved, "Sweetheart, you're so fierce!"

His words softened Abigail's heart instantly.

"Stop fooling around. Come inside with me."

She was still wearing a poker face, but still, she attentively helped Greg into the house, step by step.

After entering the house, she took him to the bed and laid him there. However, Greg started to behave like a child.

"Sweetheart, I miss you dearly," he said, his hands reaching out to her.

The strong and pungent smell of alcohol irritated Abigail, and she immediately slapped his hands away before

turning around to look for a towel.

Greg smiled seeing what she was doing.

His sweetheart was worried about him, and that felt great.

In fact, he didn't drink much. He had told Cody that he had a cold and a fever, and Abigail might have given him

some antibiotics. Cody then gave him a pill to wash away the effects of the medicine before he started drinking.

It was just that their sweet moments for the past few days had been surreal to him, and thus, he wanted to feign

ignorance and act like an idiot under the disguise of being drunk to see Abigail's attitude toward him.

He could tell that despite the fact that she appeared rough and domineering to him, she genuinely cared about

him.

He was the CEO of Buckley Group, and though he boasted that he had courted a woman for ten years, he had

never experienced the love and care that a woman offered. But now, Abigail, who appeared cold-hearted, truly

cared for him and doted on him from the bottom of her heart.

Thinking of these, he felt warm and blessed.

In the meantime, Abigail brought over a hot towel and wiped Greg's face with it. She also brought with her a cup of

honey drink, which she fed to him by pinching his nose and pouring it down his throat.

What she did nearly choked Greg. He had no choice but to suffer in silence, remembering that he was supposed to

act drunk.

This sweetheart of his was really a tough cookie.

After pouring the honey drink down his throat, she took out a needle and drew his blood to be sent for analysis.

Thereafter, she simply threw him a blanket for him to sleep under.

Greg was shocked by what she did.

Was this how she took care of a drunk person?

It shouldn't be!

He thought she should stay by his side all the time.

Why was her actions so different from what he had expected?

Thinking about these, he felt dejected.

He wanted to call Abigail back, but he felt dizzy the moment he sat up. Hence, he had no choice but to lay back

down on the bed and wallow in self-pity.

Meanwhile, Abigail did the blood test herself right after she went back.

The blood test results showed that there was no residual cephalosporin in Greg's blood. Seeing this, she finally felt

relieved.

However, she was still angry at him for doing things without thinking twice. She was waiting for him to wake up so

she could give him a lecture.

But she was also concerned about whether he had eaten his lunch or not.

She couldn't bear the thought of him going hungry, so she returned to Greg's house, went straight to the kitchen,

and made him porridge. After everything was done, she went into his room.

Though Greg was merely pretending to be drunk, he was truly sleepy. Under the influence of alcohol, he eventually

fell asleep after feeling depressed.

Looking at his sleeping face, Abigail felt her heart palpitating.

This man looked stunning. His features were so captivating, with a masculine tinge to them, that they appeared to

be bestowed by God. At the same time, he exuded a ruffian aura that led people to take him for a hooligan, but

they couldn't help but be drawn to him.

Clearing her thoughts, Abigail stood up to change his towel, as well as to take off his jacket and shoes.

Suddenly, a file envelope fell out of his jacket.

Abigail was surprised by it, so she picked it up. On the file, a few words were apparent—DNA test.

These words made her heart race uncontrollably.

Greg collected the DNA test report?

Was this the result of her DNA test with Philip?

She was uneasy and anxious, but she couldn't pluck her courage to open it.

If both of them were indeed father and daughter, could she really treat him as her father given all that had

happened?

But again, what if they were not? How should she face it then?

Having mixed feelings, she saw that even her fingers which were holding the test results were pale, as if no blood

was flowing through them. She was also breaking out in cold sweat.

It would be nice if Greg was not drunk and sleeping, she thought. Then, she placed the report on the cabinet beside

the bed, planning to check it only when Greg was awake. But she only took a few steps before turning around,

taking the report, and opening it up.

At that moment, she was stupefied by what appeared before her.