Not One, But Two!

Chapter 230

Greg never hit the brakes the entire time, even stepping the accelerator to the fullest, and by the time he pulled

over, Benjamin puked instantly.

Greg was already done with Benjamin's incompetence, dragging the weakling into the hospital with his painful

shoulder wound.

He reflexively thought Abigail was here to perform a surgery or visit a patient, so he went straight to the director's

office. "Where is she?" Greg booted the door open, and his hostility startled the director, causing the man to choke

on his drink and cough. But because his visitor was Greg, he dared not snub him, walking up to Greg as he

continued to cough.

"What's the meaning of this, Mr. Buckley?"

"Where's Abigail Kain?"

Greg's satanic look was so horrifyingly suffocating that the director answered reflexively, "Dr. Kain is in Room 302."

After getting his answer, Greg wasted no time and made his way to Room 302.

"Benjamin, get me a dagger. I'm going to mangle that f*cking b*stard."

Greg's words got Benjamin shuddering in fear.

Mr. Buckley is probably the only person who can tyrannically and brazenly say these words out loud in public,

Benjamin thought. Will this place turn into a bloodbath? I should give Ma'am a call, shouldn't I?

While he was deliberating, Greg's voice traveled to his ears. "I will mangle you first if you dare tip Abigail off."

One sentence from him was all it took to stop Benjamin's restless hands, and he thought it was wiser to heed Greg's

words lest he wanted his head to be detached from his body.

As soon as Greg stormed to Room 302, he heard Abigail's laughter coming from inside the ward, and he couldn't

help feeling irritated, for he had never heard her laugh so gleefully before.

"Look, Miss Abigail, she snapped this last year and even said she wanted to send it to you at that time. But I stopped

her because you were in the middle of an operation," said Addison as he showed Abigail a picture of the youngest

girl among them, which he had saved in his phone.

Abigail remembered this girl. She found her by the Llyne Canal the year before. By that year, the lovely, bright girl

should probably be fifteen.

"You're right. It is nice."

Abigail relaxed as she looked at how far the kids had grown.

Meanwhile, Greg grimly entered the ward to find Abigail and a man talking happily with their heads close together,

and Abigail was all smiles, looking exceptionally gorgeous.

The discovery got his heart twinge.

Huh, the b*stard is with her!

However, just as Greg was about to flip, he noticed Abigail's plastered leg, and he instantly froze while images

flashed across his mind.

He was in so much pain the night before that he couldn't care less about anything, and thus he thought her pale

countenance was from her worry and anxiety. Come to think of it, it was because of her leg, wasn't it?

Then, he recalled Benjamin's words.

He said Abigail personally went to Hitman Island, then to his mother's, and finally, his sister's just to learn of his

location and if he was okay.

Just how many miles had she taken?

More than that, she said nothing during the surgery, only leaving after standing for half an hour in the OR. She had

already reached her limit by then, hadn't she?

He, on the other hand, had no clue about his girlfriend's injuries, letting her stay in the hospital on her own. What a

f*cking d*ckhead I am?!

Suddenly, his eyes got misty because he knew better than anyone how Abigail hurt her leg.

Ever since she got that injury, she had never had a proper rest. First, Troy screwed her up, then his own mother

made things worse, and in the end, she ran everywhere in search of him. What started off as a sprain became so

severe now that she had to put a plaster over it.

He was Abigail's boyfriend, and he was supposed to be by her side, but what was he doing right now? Denounce

her. How f*cking ridiculous!

Greg suddenly despised himself, but just as he turned to head outside, Benjamin asked in bafflement, "Mr. Buckley,

where are you going?"

He wasn't loud, but it was enough for everyone to hear him.

Abigail looked up reflexively to find Greg about to leave in a patient gown.

It could be her imagination, but she thought his back profile projected forlorn and desponded, making her heart

twinge a little.

"Greg."

Greg stopped in his tracks when he heard Abigail calling to him. However, he didn't turn around, for he didn't know

how he should face her.

How could he let his petty mind run wild when she needed him the most? And he had also discovered this 'b*stard'

was just Addison.

Who was he but a mere twenty-year-old punk?

If Abigail really had feelings for that kid, he would've long been out of the picture.

Right now, he felt super awful.

He couldn't explain why, but there was a hint of heartache mixed within as well.

Abigail recollected her earlier attitude toward Greg when she saw that he didn't turn around and also looked upset.

"Why have you come?" she asked. "Hadn't I told Benjamin your wound can't be exposed? Also, where's your

gauze?"

It was only now that she realized he didn't have gauze over his shoulder wound, and the discovery upset her

somewhat.

Addison, on the other hand, couldn't help getting angry at Greg for being unresponsive when Abigail had spoken so

much to him.

"Hey, Miss Abigail's talking to you! What's with the attitude? Do you know she nearly crippled her leg for you? And

look at what you're doing now, being all dismissive. Who do you think you are?!"

Addison's words stung Greg, and he turned around, latching his bloodshot eyes at Abigail, looking like an aggrieved

boy. Instantly, Abigail's heart melted.

All her anger melted along with her heart when she recalled how she had tormented him the night before.

"Have you eaten? Addison made me tortellini soup. It's pretty nice; you wanna try?"

Abigail's faint smile made Greg super uncomfortable.

What's wrong with this woman? How could she not feel aggrieved when she had been through hell and was even

worried for so long, yet I came charging over to denounce her? Shouldn't she throw herself into my arms and scold

or hit me? I won't say a thing even if she wants to bite me. But how could she offer me food so peacefully?

Addison, on the other hand, wasn't pleased to see Abigail offering what he cooked for her to Greg. "Miss Abigail, I

made it for you."

A notion hit Benjamin when he saw Addison's indignant face, and with that, he wrapped an arm around Addison,

saying with a smile, "C'mon, Addie, let's chat outside, just you and me."

"Who wants to talk to you?! Who even are you? Let go of me! I'm f*cking straight; I won't ever swing that way," said

Addison as he fought back with all his might.

Though Benjamin looked all smiles and giddy on the outside, he was practically unyielding right then, taking Addison

out with him and even thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

Instantly, the room fell silent.

Abigail couldn't help getting angry at the fact that Greg was still standing there like a statue. "What are you doing

standing there for? Are you expecting me to get out of bed and pull you over? Come here!"

Her solemn, displeased tone stumped him for a second, and he had already moved to her side before he even

realized what he was doing.

"Sit."

Abigail was exasperated, and she couldn't help wondering if this guy was into masochism. How was it that he was

unresponsive when she spoke nicely to him but turned into an obedient schoolboy immediately as soon as she

snapped?

And sure enough, the man sat on the edge of the bed obediently when he heard her frosty tone.

Abigail discovered that his wound was swelling a little, and knowing Greg, he probably removed the gauze himself.

With that, she shoved the bowl of tortellini soup in his hands, saying with a sigh, "Hurry up and eat. You lost so much

blood last night; what are you doing running around when you're supposed to be resting? Don't expect me to save

you again, I'm telling you."

Having said that, she still turned him to his side and took the iodine and gauze aside to dress his wound.

She was super gentle with him, and her unique scent flooded his nose, giving him instant inner peace.

It was as though it was already fulfilling for him, just sitting quietly like this when she was around.

It wasn't until he smelled the food that he realized he was indeed hungry. But he didn't want to eat it, for Addison

had made it for Abigail. Clearly, she hadn't eaten either.

"I've eaten before I came. Here."

Greg scooped a spoonful of the tortellini and gave it a blow before bringing it to her mouth.

Never in Abigail's life had she been fed by a man—of course, she never saw a pipsqueak like Addison as a man—

and her heart raced upon meeting Greg's amorous gaze.

"I'll do it myself."

"Let me feed you. You're like this all because of me. I swear I failed terribly as a man." Greg drooped his head, all

dejected.

He was supposed to be the assertive, unbridled Greg Buckley, and Abigail had a hard time accepting his sudden

despondency. Her heart even ached for him.

"It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself for everything."

"Then can you make me not feel so much like a failure?" asked Greg, still dejected.

Abigail thought she hated seeing this side of Greg.

She could take it if he snapped or even argued with her, but it suffocated her to see him so downhearted and

hopeless.

"How are you a failure?"

"How am I not? I'm your boyfriend and also the first person to know that you've sprained your ankle. But not only

did I not let you recover from it; it even worsened because of me. I swear I'm a f*cking d*ckhead." Greg grew

angrier at himself by the second.

His words touched Abigail, and as obstreperous and bada*s as she was, she was still a woman at the end of the day.

Women honestly didn't ask for much. They just needed a man who treated them wholeheartedly. Even just a few

heartwarming words could make them smile for a long time.

At that, she held his massive hand and cooed, "If all d*ckheads are like you, then all the women on this planet would

be blessed."

"Stop joking; I really feel terrible. You and the girls got shaken up because I didn't deal with my sh*t properly, and

your injuries were aggravated because of me. Yet, I narrow-mindedly thought you were deliberately ignoring me to

be with some guy. So tell me, if I'm not a failure, shouldn't you be throwing yourself into my arms and crying

uncontrollably when you've suffered a great deal? If anything, you could've at least scolded or beat me up. It's

better than you being all nice."

Abigail was stuck with an epiphany after hearing Greg's words.

Has this man gotten addicted to being abused? Can the two of us ever have a normal conversation ever again?

As the thought crossed her mind, Abigail took a deep breath, and an indistinguishable emotion flashed across her

eyes.