Not One, But Two!

Chapter 202

"Abigail, I—"

"I want Troy's tongue today! Are you going to give it to me or not?!" When Abigail noticed his triumphant look, she

couldn't help the surge of annoyance within her as she demanded arrogantly.

Could it be that it's also thanks to Troy that Greg has such thoughts?

Abigail didn't and couldn't ever forgive those who maliciously slandered her. Not to mention, Troy conspired with the

Leynthall Family to injure her. If she did not ask for some form of compensation today, she would genuinely feel

sorry for herself.

Since Troy cares about Greg so much, I shall ask Greg to cripple him and see what else he can do.

After all, physical torment had nothing on complete utter despair when one's conviction was utterly shattered.

When Troy heard Abigail's words, he instantly panicked.

"No! Mr. Buckley! This woman is nothing but a nasty b*tch! You can't listen to her! Mr. Buckley! Argh!"

As soon as those words escaped Troy's lips, Greg decided to make a move to silence Troy. In a flash, it took little

effort from Greg to remove the offending item.

The painful sensation caused Troy to be drenched in a cold sweat, and he immediately rolled in place while covering

his mouth as he let out agonized grunts. Yet, he didn't forget to fix his poisonous gaze on Abigail, which was filled

with hatred.

Nevertheless, Abigail merely let out a cold snort, then she turned right around as she left without saying a word.

"Abigail, where are you going?"

Naturally, Greg knew that Abigail's leg injury was not healed yet. At first, he thought she would calm down after

punishing Troy. However, he never thought that Abigail would react so differently as her indifference this time made

him a little scared, and he reflexively grabbed her arm. For some reason, he kept feeling that things would be really

over between Abigail and him if he just let her leave.

This feeling was so intense that Greg was a little terrified just thinking about it.

"Let go!" Abigail's face was devoid of emotion, and the disregard in her gaze frightened Greg.

"Abigail, I don't mind who you were or what your past was. I can only say that it's my fault that I couldn't find you as

soon as possible. Because of my negligence, you've endured so much suffering. I swear that I will treat you even

better from now on. So, let's just let the past stay in the past, okay?"

This was undoubtedly the biggest compromise Greg could make.

As someone high and mighty, Abigail knew it was difficult for Greg to act and think this way. But why didn't he ask

me if it was true? His actions only showed me that he believed those lies spread about me.

He believes the lies about me sleeping around!

This was a feeling Abigail could not tolerate.

Abigail and Greg had not been together for a long time, but they had experienced some things too. She thought

that their relationship was very steady, but now she realized that external influences weren't the cause of their

relationship failing. Instead, they were the main reason why their relationship would never work out.

Perhaps looking from Greg's point of view, I can't blame him for thinking this way. He thinks he's an excellent man

for being able to forsake and tolerate my sordid past. But I can't help it. I can't accept a man who wouldn't even ask

me about my story.

Besides, can't I be this nit-picky when it comes to love?

Greg didn't even ask me when he encountered something and judged me based on his own investigation. Not to

mention, he clearly feels that he had the higher moral ground when he spoke those condescending words, as

though I wanted those generous terms! Just how does he think I would react to that?

Be deeply grateful for his mercy?

Ha! Sorry, I can't do that!

"Let go!" Although Abigail's voice was not loud, it sounded frigid and firm. For a moment, Greg panicked.

"I've told you that I will overlook all matters and pretend like I don't know anything. So, why are you still being so

difficult?"

"Difficult? Shouldn't I be asking you this? Since my past has clearly made things so difficult for you! Sorry to have

made you, the CEO of Buckley Group, and the dark emperor of Night Assassino, to have gone through the trouble

to be so tolerant of me. But, I, Abigail, certainly don't care about your compromises!" Once she snarled those

words, she tore away from his grip.

For someone as prestigious as Greg, he, too, had dignity. He treated Abigail nicely, pampered her, and loved her

when he was with her all this while. Plus, he also knew that his wife was a little more opinionated and arrogant than

the other ladies, so he would rather push his ego to take a back seat and be a husband that was bossed around by

his wife. And yet, what's the reason for her being so pushy right now?

Even though Troy is at fault, he's still someone who has worked for me for so many years. Nevertheless, I punished

him without hesitation so that she could let go of her anger. Besides, she can't blame me, as a man, for having such

a reaction about matters relating to Hitman Island, can she?

So what the hell is Abigail being contentious about?

Did I blame her? No! So, why is she mad?

As soon as he thought of that, Greg felt he had done nothing wrong, and the hidden frustration within his heart

started welling up.

"You don't care? Then who do you care about? Hugh?"

Greg could not help but feel extremely jealous when he remembered what Hugh said about Abigail's past when she

was still affiliated with Hitman Island. Naturally, the words that escaped his lips sounded a little irrational too.

When Abigail heard his words, she was slightly stunned. But when she regained her composure, she let out a bitter

laugh.

I see—so this is actually what Greg cares about the most?

In his mind, he never believed that there was nothing between Hugh and me. Plus, with the incident on Hitman

Island, he had all the more reason to feel that something was going on between us.

Suddenly, Abigail felt utterly weary of this whole situation. It got so tiring for her that she could begin feeling the

pangs of heartache.

I had never experienced this kind of feeling when I was with Jonathan.

This time, she felt that there was nothing more to say as she merely turned around, took careful steps while limping

away with her injured leg, and left the room.

Greg's brows were tightly knitted when he noticed that she was still limping and wanted to call out to her. Yet, he

couldn't squash his pride, so he suppressed the urge to chase after her and watched her go in stony silence.

Abigail is simply too arrogant. I can dote and pamper her, but she should reflect on herself too! I'm her man, after

all! Has she ever considered my feelings when she was making things difficult for me?!

Abigail couldn't stop feeling disappointment growing in her heart when she didn't hear hurried footsteps chasing

after her.

As expected, he cares about all those things! Now I'm sure that I haven't misspoken at all!

Is love truly so unreliable?

As her train of thought gradually took a cynical and depressing turn, her eyes slowly turned red-rimmed as she

blinked back her tears. After that argument with Greg, she actually had the urge to cry for the first time in 5 years.

Meanwhile, he watched as she unhurriedly and resolutely left the room without a single glance back at him. In an

instant, a desolate aura emanated from him as he was buried under waves of despair.

Troy may be one real piece of work, but one had to commend his bravery. That was because the moment he saw

that Greg and Abigail had a falling out due to his schemes, he impatiently grabbed Greg's pants while babbling,

utterly disregarding the blood flowing from his mouth due to Greg's ruthless actions.

Even though Troy had lost his tongue, Greg could still comprehend what he wanted to express. His words were

probably along the lines of how Abigail wasn't worthy of Greg's love, how she was a ruthless b*tch, and so forth.

Since Greg was feeling down in the dumps and definitely more than a little angry, he didn't hesitate to kick Troy

away from him.

I remember warning you that my business is my own. Are you hard of hearing? Are you dumb as a rock? I even had

you demoted just to teach you a lesson! So you would have some time to think about your actions! Instead, here

you are stirring up trouble for me and making life difficult for Abigail! I'll be taking this tongue as payment for your

actions. From now on, you're no longer a member of Night Assasino and certainly no longer an employee of

Buckley Group. I will give you a sum of money. Take the money and f*ck off. You'd better remain out of my sight

forever if you know what's good for you!"

These words were equivalent to sentencing Troy to exile. Although Greg didn't say outright that he would ensure

that Troy would never have a stable career in Harrion, his words were basically that. Moreover, it would be

significantly harder for him to get a job now since he was now a mute.

At that moment, Troy's heart was filled with bitter resentment and cold fury.

He had worked under Greg for a long time and enjoyed the benefits of being Greg's right-hand man. Therefore, he

was used to a life where power and money were the least of his worries. Thus, one could imagine the discrepancy

that he felt when he was suddenly thrown from that affluent lifestyle to that of a disabled person who would

struggle to make ends meet.

It's all Abigail's fault!

Troy lowered his head in response to Greg's harsh words, and a cruel gleam flashed in his eyes, but he did not

bother pleading for mercy.

As mentioned previously, he had been around Greg for a long time, so he naturally knew Greg's temper. One of the

main ones was that Greg rarely went back on his words, so he was definitely done for.

I'm still in my prime, although Abigail may not have been the one who sentenced me to exile, but it was because of

her that my life is in shambles. For that reason, I will never forgive her! My thirst for vengeance would never be

quenched until I have her begging for mercy.

Greg was still clueless about Troy conspiring with the Leynthall family to target Abigail. At this moment, he realized

Benjamin and Anastasia were nowhere to be found, even after personally resolving Troy's matter.

"Where are Benjamin and Anastasia?" he asked while looking at Troy. Only then did he remember Troy was

incapable of speech due to his actions. Hence, he quickly called Benjamin.

Alas, Benjamin was unable to answer his phone at the moment as they were attacked by a group of people as soon

as they departed from the hospital. On top of that, as a fresh graduate, Anastasia was just an average female who

had never been involved in a physical fight, so it was impossible for her to possess any martial skills to defend

herself. As a result, she was in a state of stupefied terror when the other party suddenly charged at them.

As he knew that she was acquainted with Abigail, he instinctively pulled her into a protective embrace and dodged

the attack. Unfortunately, the enemy still managed to land a glancing blow on his arm. Due to that, Anastasia was

instantly dragged back to reality as the blood splashed across her face, causing her to let out a horrified shriek.

Furthermore, she was used to living a simple campus life and had never been exposed to such a dreadful scene.

For her, it was as though she was a marionette in a movie scene, and she could feel herself dissociating as she

vaguely heard her screams while besieged by panic.

"Shut it!" Benjamin reflexively snarled at Anastasia. He was already in considerable pain due to that injury, and her

hysterical screeching honestly didn't help matters as the volume nearly rendered him deaf.

She was startled by his sudden brashness, and her mouth involuntarily clicked shut. Still, she had him in a desperate

grip as part of her brain that wasn't utterly distracted by fear knew that he was the only reason she was still alive. It

was just a pity that the tight grip on his person was impeding his movements. To make matters worse, it wasn't like

he could just dump her and escape himself.

It felt as though the number of adversaries Benjamin faced was only growing with time. So, even as his mind noted

that it was probably Abigail or Greg calling when he heard his ringtone, his current circumstance rendered him

unable to pick up said phone call.

The number of wounds on his body gradually increased as time passed, and he still couldn't find a way to break

through the mob with Anastasia in tow. As protecting, if he were to be frank, a burden, while fighting was truly

taxing, it didn't take long for him to feel that he was about to keel over.

Meanwhile, Abigail was beginning to feel irritated at herself for the heart ache she was going through. Just then, she

recalled Troy saying that the people of the Leynthall Family were already waiting to ambush her. She noticed that

Benjamin and Anastasia were nowhere to be seen, so it didn't take much mental gymnastics to figure out that they

ran straight into the ambush. Regardless of how daring the Leynthall is, they will not attack the hospital's front

entrance. Despite knowing that her leg needed rest and she shouldn't be doing anything vigorous to exert herself

while recuperating, she honestly couldn't care less about that.

She didn't waste any time contacting her subordinates as she gave swift orders, "Send a team over to the City

Hospital! Now!"

After that, Abigail made her way toward the backyard, where one was most likely to encounter an ambush.

Sure enough, she could hear the sounds of people fighting before she even arrived at the scene. She swiftly

assessed the scene, accurately attacked the offending party in swift movements, and immediately removed the

machete caught on Benjamin's shoulders.

"Take Anastasia and leave!"

Of course, it didn't hurt that Abigail was enraged. She did not care if the source of her anger was Greg or the

Leynthall Family. All she knew was that she needed to vent her rage, and violence was the best way for her to do

so.

Even though she knew doing so would aggravate her leg injury, that was the least of her worries.

The rage that swelled in her breast made her blood boil and was close to driving her insane.

Abigail's eyes were a little bloodshot as she started attacking the Leynthall Family's men like a manic berserker.

Her arrival at the fight made the pressure on Benjamin ease significantly. Regardless, he was stunned when he saw

Abigail as the only reinforcement.

When he could finally take stock of his current situation, he noticed at least twenty or thirty members of the

Leynthall Family had surrounded him and the trembling Anastasia behind him. So, Benjamin didn't hesitate as he

knocked Anastasia out and hid in the bushes. Finally, after a short reprieve, he fished out his phone and saw that

the missed call was indeed from Greg.

He immediately dialed the number without thinking twice.

The moment when Greg connected the call, Benjamin said in a hurry, "Mr. Buckley, we have been ambushed by the

Leynthall Family in the hospital's backyard. I'm afraid Abigail may not last long in the fight with her leg injury."