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Chapter 145
Abigail's face turned grim when she heard what Greg said.
"What do you mean, Greg Buckley?"
She knew that he was concerned about her previous relationship with Jonathan, but that was long over.
Why wasn't this man over it yet?
Greg, of course, sensed her dissatisfaction, and he replied with a ruffian attitude, "Sorry, I forgot that you no longer
like Jonathan. My fault. We'll go to Kain Residence then. I believe Philip would welcome me. Why not give him a call
now?"
This time, Abigail didn't say a word.
She had accepted that Philip was not her father, but she was still doubtful about many things.
In fact, she wanted to look for him, but she lacked the courage to do so—not because she was afraid of him, but
because she was afraid of hearing answers that she didn't want to hear.
For the first time, Greg saw this woman, who was always arrogant in front of him, revealing her vulnerability and
insecurity.
And his heart ached.
Was he pushing her too hard?
But shouldn't such matters be resolved quickly?
Whether it was good or bad, the truth had to be known so she could plan her next move, no?
Abigail had been preoccupied with Teal's matter these few days, and her busyness might last for a while. But why
did she save Teal, someone who was unrelated and unknown to her?
Besides the nature of her job, wasn't this her way of withdrawing from what was happening and diverting her
emotions?
Ever since he met her, she had been looking for her biological mother. However, Stanley failed to provide her with
useful information even after so many days. Even if important clues were given, she was already less active in her
search for her mom than before.
And now, she found out that Philip was not her biological father. She must be feeling terrible and regarding herself
as an unwanted orphan.
With these in his mind, he moved forward and hugged Abigail. A faint smell of tobacco filled her nose and she felt
uncomfortable at that instant.
"Why are you forcing me?"
She was not stupid, and exactly because she wasn't stupid, she knew that the reason he mentioned Jonathan earlier
was to prepare her so that she wouldn't be that upset when she was reminded of Philip.
Why would she be upset?
That man had never treated her as his daughter, not even for one day!
However, even after reminding herself of this for umpteen times, there was still a lump in her throat, and her eyes
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtstill welled up with tears.
Like a drowning child, she clutched Greg's shirt tightly, increasing the folds in his neatly ironed shirt. However, that
did not bother him, and his entire attention was on the woman before him.
He always thought Abigail was an arrogant woman who lived carefreely. Regardless of what happened five years
ago, the Abigail now five years later couldn't care less about the Kain Family and Jonathan, and she would even
argue back whenever they offended her, with no tolerance given.
From the outside, this woman appeared to be proud and fearless, but at this moment, he saw her timidity and
desires beneath her appearance—her desires for kinship and love.
She was a woman in need of love.
Though appearing tough, her heart was as soft as a sponge.
"You do not need to think about anything else with me by your side. We're just asking for an answer. I know you
would want to know the reason when you saw the DNA test result. Since that is the case, why are you torturing
yourself? Whatever happened back then, it was never your fault. You're just the innocent one. You have the right to
know everything, isn't it? Abbie, resolve this knot in your heart; only then will you be able to be yourself and carve
your own path ahead. Otherwise, the Kain Family will remain your burden for the rest of your life. Even if you can
harden your heart and be harsh, the doubts will remain, and I don't want you to live like that."
All of Greg's words touched Abigail's heart.
She never knew that there was someone in the world who understood her this much.
What he said was true.
She wanted to know the truth, but at the same time, she was terrified.
"Greg, you may not understand what I'm feeling, but I'm scared," she said in a soft and trembling voice.
It was as if she was the timid and weak Abigail five years ago once more.
She possessed no skills and was not the best surgeon in the world, but merely the unloved, irritating and pathetic
Abigail in the Kain Family.
She wanted to know the reason why her biological mom gave birth to her only to abandon her.
She wanted to know why Philip gave her a place to live and an identity even though she was not his daughter.
Was he kept in the dark also?
Perhaps he was. Being the selfish person he was, it was impossible for him to raise other people's children.
But she wanted to hear it from him.
She wanted to know whether she was just a redundant person who was not welcomed in this world.
"Don't be afraid. I'm here with you."
She heard Greg's cold, but clear, voice beside her ears.
And at that moment, she suddenly felt a surge of warmth and strength.
"Okay. I'll give Philip a call."
For some reason, Abigail felt more courageous. She was no longer the small girl years ago. She had to know the
truth today. If Philip did not want to cooperate…
Greg immediately saw a hint of ruthlessness in her eyes. This side of Abigail was all high and mighty.
Greg felt that this was the Abigail that he liked.
"I'm going back to change my shirt."
While Abigail was still pondering over what he said, she saw him frowning at his shirt, which she had gripped into
folds.
Does this man have a compulsive disorder? she thought.
At this moment, she suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.
"A man doesn't need to be this pretentious."
"What?"
It was his first time hearing a woman describing him as 'pretentious'.
But then again, this word could mean a lot of things.
In some localities, this word in their dialects meant that the person was acting smugly.
Coincidentally, this was its meaning in Harrion's dialect.
With this in his mind, Greg curved his lips.
"If I'm not this smug, how can I win your heart, pretty lady?"
"Get off. You're being so shameless."
Abigail scolded him and walked away with her phone.
But Greg laughed happily seeing her behaving that way.
His sweetheart had praised him for his smugness. Should he or should he not change his shirt then?
He couldn't decide.
Abigail was not at all concerned with him, and she straightaway called Philip with her phone.
Philip, on the other hand, had not expected Abigail to call him, especially after their relationship had deteriorated
and they had fallen out.
His brows furrowed when he saw her incoming call, and he left the phone ringing without answering it.
But Abigail was patient enough to keep calling, one time after another. She was prepared to call him until he picked
up, even if that meant she had to wait for an eternity.
And finally, Philip had had enough. He answered the call, his eyes filled with rage and frustration.
"Why are you looking for me, you unfilial daughter? You simply want me to die of rage, don't you? Abigail Kain,
come and kill me with your scalpel if you're capable of doing so. Otherwise, get lost and never look for me again!"
Philip scolded the moment he answered the call.
Abigail had grown accustomed—or better yet, immune—to his attitude. Hence, she remained calm until he finished
his scolding, then said, "I'll be back for dinner with Greg. Tell Sasha to prepare some tasty food. Greg has a bad
stomach so prepare some porridge for him. The rest are up to you."
She ended the conversation immediately after finishing her words, leaving no chance for Philip to react.
After the call, she was shocked to see that Greg was still around.
"I thought you said you're going to change your shirt?"
"You said a man didn't need to be that pretentious, didn't you?
She was again dazed by his words.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"So, you'll be going like this?"
"Of course. A good man will always listen to his wife. Besides, Philip is not some big shot that is worthy of me
changing my shirt."
His words were pleasing to the ears. They were typical flattering words, but she was moved by what he said.
Who was he?
The Fourth Young Master of Harrion, who was being fawned over by many; the Mr. Buckley, who wouldn't even bat
an eyelid when killing. He was always the one being flattered. Since when, and to whom, did he have to do the
flattering instead?
But now, he was showing her all sides of him. It was impossible for her to not be moved.
"Greg Buckley, you're doing this deliberately, aren't you?"
Suppressing her affectionate feelings, she asked smilingly.
Her eyes sparkled, as if they were the vast sky filled with bright stars, captivating Greg.
"Maybe, or maybe not. As long as you feel comfortable."
"I'm comfortable with you around."
Just when she finished her words, she wrapped her arm around Greg's, but she saw him smiling deviously.
"I make you comfortable? Really?"
He asked, in a hooligan way.
She hadn't given it much thought when she said it, but now that he had repeated it in this manner, she realized that
something was off, and her face turned a little red.
"Greg Buckley, except for that rubbish, what else do you have in your brain? Can't you think in a more decent
way?"
"I'm a normal man. If I don't think of these things when I'm with my own wife, then I'm not a man."
Hearing what he said, Abigail had no idea what to reply.
So, she decided to ignore this man who was full of impure thoughts.
"Hey, wait for me!"
Seeing that she walked out, he immediately followed behind. He drew her into his arms with his long arm
domineeringly.
Meanwhile, Sasha and Emma's faces looked terrible when Philip told them that Abigail and Greg would be coming
back for dinner.
Why was Abigail coming back?
It wouldn't be a big deal if she was coming back alone, but she would be bringing Greg along this time. Was she
dissatisfied with her previous bullying and wanted to do it once again?
Thinking of this, Emma was on the verge of crying.
She couldn't allow that to happen!
She needed to contact Jonathan. At least with Jonathan around, Greg would show us some respect.
With that thought in mind, she quickly gave Jonathan a call.
"Jonathan, my sister will be coming back for dinner with Mr. Buckley. Do you want to join us?"