Not One, But Two!

Chapter 37

After Abigail entered the ward, she wanted to cover Arianna with a quilt, but Greg did that before she could. Just when she wanted to touch her daughter's forehead, her hand was slapped away by the man. Even if she were a mild-tempered person, she would've gotten mad. Moreover, she wasn't a benevolent person to begin with. "Greg, are you trying to fight with me?"

"What's wrong? Do you want to kick my chest again? I'll have my chest scanned later. If any of my organs have been harmed because of you, I'll get my lawyer to sue you."

The corner of Abigail's mouth twitched when she heard that. She was fully aware of how much force she had exerted when she kicked him. "Why did you get into a fight with him?"

She had asked Hugh the same question, but he never gave her a clear answer.

Greg replied coldly, "Why? I saw my daughter in a stranger's arms. Why do you think I beat him up? I thought he was a human trafficker!"

At that, Abigail became startled. A human trafficker? She had never thought of this possibility. However, seeing as Greg was infuriated, she suddenly felt guilty. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was you. I wasn't wearing my contact lens when I went downstairs, so I couldn't see clearly. I thought that someone was harming Hugh and my daughter, so…"

Her apology stunned Greg. This woman actually said sorry to me? "Are you apologizing to me?"

"Yes, I'm apologizing for the mistake I've made. Isn't that normal? I'll examine your chest later, and I'll also pay for all the medical fees."

Upon finishing her words, she went over to check on the intravenous drip that her daughter was on.

Greg wasn't an affected man. Now that Abigail had apologized, the displeasure he felt had diminished. "Forget it. I'm fine, so I'll just go home and apply some ointment."

"I'd better check on you to make sure everything is okay." Then, Abigail motioned for him to take off his clothes.

All of a sudden, Greg felt bashful. Why do I feel so uncomfortable? He recalled the time when this woman forced herself upon him five years ago.

Seeing that his face had reddened, Abigail broke into laughter. "Why do you look so embarrassed? Are you shy? It's not like I've never seen you naked before, you know."

After she was done speaking, the two of them were stunned. She had the urge to stitch her mouth up. What did I just say? It's as if I still reminisce about it.

On the other hand, Greg appeared embarrassed as well. He coughed and quickly unbuttoned his shirt, which revealed his lean upper body.

All of a sudden, Abigail started blushing, but when she saw the bruise on the man's chest, her expression changed. "I suggest you get your chest scanned."

"I'm good." Greg didn't care about his injury.

Seeing as he was insistent, Abigail stopped persuading him. After carefully examining his injury, she applied some medication on it.

Her fingers had always been beautiful as they were long and bony. In addition, the tips of her fingers felt slightly cold. When they whisked across Greg's chest, he felt his blood boiling. He then coughed and uttered awkwardly, "I'm fine."

"Remember to apply this cream on your wound several times a day," Abigail ordered.

"Alright."

With that, both of them fell silent. It was the first time they could talk to each other peacefully since their reunion. When he saw the dark circles under her eyes and how sloppy she looked now, he spoke to his chauffeur in a small voice.

Abigail wasn't paying attention to him as she stared fixedly at her daughter while observing her body temperature.

Once the chauffeur was gone, Greg turned to look at her. Thinking that she had probably spent countless nights like this in the past five years, he reckoned that life had been hard for her. His gaze softened as he asked, "Was she born with this illness?"

"Yes, she almost suffocated when she was born. The doctors treated her for the entire night. She was frail, and she had spent half a month in the incubator. I didn't even know how I got through that during that period of time."

Abigail didn't make it clear to him that she had given birth to two kids at that time. Alissa was healthy, but she had to be taken care of as well. On the other hand, Arianna had to be rescued as soon as she was born, then she spent quite some time in the incubator. Abigail was worried about Arianna every passing day, and it was difficult for her to produce breast milk as she was suffering from inflammation. If Hugh hadn't been around, she couldn't have gotten through that. Now that she could see her daughters growing to be healthy, she felt that it was true happiness.

When Greg heard that, he felt sorry for her and wanted to become kinder to her even though he had never experienced that. "Why didn't you consider aborting the child?"

Despite knowing that he shouldn't have asked this question, he still did. He was never a hypocritical person, and he could never learn to be one.

After giving it a thought, Abigail replied in an impassive manner, "It's too lonely to be alone in this world. I want to have a taste of a family member missing me, and this child is the best gift from heaven. Over the years, regardless of how tired I am, I'll feel energetic again whenever I see her smile."

As she spoke, her eyes appeared soft. All her pretense and arrogance seemed to have disappeared, and she looked as warm as the sun.

All of a sudden, Greg realized that she was beautiful in a way that could make him feel tranquil. "I won't fight for the child's custody with you for now, but I must have the right to see and keep my child company at any moment. I'll never give in on that," he demanded.

Abigail thought she had heard it wrong. Did he just say he would not fight for the child's custody with me? Really? She could see that he truly loved and cared for the child. If he insisted on filing a lawsuit, she couldn't be certain that she would win the case. Because of that, she had been feeling frustrated for quite some time. But now, he said that he would not snatch her child from her.

Then, she stared at him and asked, "For real?"

"I said I wouldn't do that for now. But, if you keep letting my daughter come into contact with some unscrupulous man, what I've said today will be invalid."

Certainly, Abigail knew which unscrupulous man he was talking about, but she still replied with a smile, "I'm worried that I can't do what you've said."

"Don't you cross the line, Abigail!"

"Greg, when the child was learning to speak, it was Hugh who taught her the first word. When the child was learning to walk, it was Hugh who gave her the support she needed. When the child came down with a fever in the middle of the night, he was the one who took care of us. Even though the child has

never had her father by her side, she has never lacked fatherly love. Hugh treats my daughter like his own."

Hearing that, Greg was green with envy. "That's because I wasn't aware of the child's existence. If I knew, I would've been the one who did all that. He snatched my right from me. Do you still want me to thank him? Abigail, I don't know what it was like in the past, but from now on, I'll take care of my child, and any other man has to f*ck off!"

Even though she was faced with his fury, Abigail didn't mind it one bit. In the past five years, she had stripped him of his right to be a father and his chance to be with the kids, but she suddenly asked, "You have a girlfriend, right? I heard that you have a childhood sweetheart. Aren't you worried that this child will affect your relationship with her?"

Upon hearing that, Greg became startled and sported a grim expression. "It's none of your business. She's my child, and don't you ever think about making her stay away from me."

Faced with his reply, Abigail nonchalantly shrugged.

Just then, the chauffeur returned with a box in his hands. "I've bought it, Mr. Buckley."

"Give it to that woman who doesn't know her place," Greg said grumpily. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Abigail rubbed her nose. For her daughter's sake, she decided not to settle the score with him. "What is it?"

Upon hearing that, the chauffeur hurriedly came over. "Dr. Kain, these are the shoes Mr. Buckley told me to buy for you. The weather is chilly, but you're only wearing slippers, so you might catch a cold."

All of a sudden, Abigail was startled. It was only then did she realize that she was indeed wearing slippers. It was no wonder that she felt cold. "Thanks."

She opened the box and looked at the shoes. Upon learning that it was her size, she asked, "How did you know my shoe size?"

"I measured it with my eyes. Is there a problem?" Greg replied in a grim voice.

Abigail kept putting up with his bad temper, but that didn't mean she could be repeatedly mocked. The gift had moved her slightly, but she no longer felt this way due to his annoying behavior. "I didn't know that you're such a womanizer. How many women have you visually measured before you're able to tell my shoe size accurately? Anyway, thanks. How much is it? I'll give it back to you."

Greg could certainly hear the sarcasm in her words. In a cold voice, he uttered, "Once I buy a gift for anyone, I will not get the money back. Just throw it away if you don't want it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Abigail directly hurled the shoes forward as they accurately fell into the trash can.

"You!" Greg thought that the woman before his eyes needed to be taught a lesson.

However, Abigail didn't explain anything as she ordered a pair of shoes online and had them delivered to her immediately.

Greg felt that he was basically disparaging himself. Why do I even care about this woman? Why did I even do that? She needs no sympathy! Her heart is made from steel, and she has no emotions! She's no different from a robot!

While he looked away in exasperation, Abigail didn't bother talking to him either. At that instant, the atmosphere in the ward became intense. Seeing that, the chauffeur came up with an excuse and fled.

After Arianna was done with the intravenous drip, she fell asleep. Abigail kept the instrument, and seeing as Greg didn't have the intention to leave, she asked impassively, "Are you staying here all

night?"

Without looking at her, Greg replied coldly, "Yes."

"In that case, I'll take a nap in the office." Upon finishing her words, she turned around and left.

She could tell that Greg truly cared about the child, and she felt knackered now. Ever since she arrived at Harrion, she never had a good rest.

She felt peckish upon stepping into the office, but she was overwhelmed by fatigue. While trying not to think about her hunger, Abigail rested her head on the table and dozed off. In her sleep, she knitted her brows in pain, and cold sweat started streaming down her forehead. She curled up in an attempt to make herself feel more comfortable, but the pain came over her like waves on the ocean and defeated her.