Not One, But Two!

Chapter 49

Greg didn't care what Abigail thought—he immediately straightened his back and put his clothes on before stepping on the gas and speeding off. Abigail was so shocked that she had to grab onto the handle. Is there something wrong with this man? His mood swings are crazy! Abigail cursed in her heart. When she turned to see her daughter sleeping soundly, she shut her eyes and got some rest. She was tired because of the long day, so she fell asleep without realizing it.

When Greg heard the even, heavy breaths coming from beside him, he was surprised for a moment. Then, he put a jacket over her, feeling a mixture of amusement and annoyance as he did so. He drove a little slower after that. There was soft music playing in the car, and a warm atmosphere filled the air all of a sudden.

Only then did Greg feel a burning pain spreading all across his back. He drove the car back to Allie's Garden before he carried both the girls into the house. Abigail must have been too tired, for she didn't even wake up when Greg carried her. Arianna fell into a deep sleep beside her mother while Greg ordered the housekeeper to prepare some food. Then, he got some maids to set up the air-purifying devices all over the house. He didn't forget about Arianna's asthma condition.

After he was done with everything, he received a call from the hospital telling him that Valerie's condition had stabilized. He decided to drop by for a visit. When Valerie saw Greg there, she instinctively gazed over Greg's shoulder. "What are you looking for, Mom?" he asked puzzledly.

"Where's Dr. Kain? Where's my granddaughter?" Valerie asked in a disappointed tone. Greg froze for a moment. "Do you like Abigail, Mom?"

"Of course. She was the one who saved my life, and she was the one who gave birth to my granddaughter. She has to be a part of the Buckley Family."

When Greg heard what Valerie said, he froze for a moment as he knitted his brows together thoughtfully. "Mom, you know that I like—"

"I don't care who you like. That woman doesn't care about you at all. How many times do you want me to tell you that? Furthermore, our families are too different, so you don't stand a chance with her. I'm telling you—I want Dr. Kain as my daughter-in-law. If you lose her, I'm never going to let you hear the end of it." Valerie got mad out of nowhere.

Greg eyed his mother speechlessly. "Can you not meddle with my marriage, Mom?"

"I'd be fine if you didn't have a child; I wouldn't care who you got married to in that case. But now, I can't bear the thought of my granddaughter having a stepmother. Also, I'm leaving the hospital in a few days, so I expect to see my precious granddaughter then," she uttered.

"That's not going to happen. When did you get your surgery done? It's only been a few days—do you want to get discharged already? No way! You can do anything you want, but you have to obey me on this. Otherwise, I'll tell Abigail to come over and deal with you." Valerie was pleased to hear what Greg said. "Sure. If you can convince my daughter-in-law to come over, I'd be glad to see her."

Greg twitched the corner of his lips in annoyance. "Why don't you like the woman I chose, Mom?"

"Because you're blind!" she cried. Greg didn't know how to respond to his mother's snappy tone. "What's so great about Abigail? She has a bad temper, and she's all arrogant and cocky." Greg had a headache whenever he thought about Abigail. Why can't she be as gentle as other women? Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

However, Valerie spoke of Abigail in a satisfied tone. "What's not great about Dr. Kain? She's independent, she's successful, and she helps to save people's lives."

"My girl's a doctor, and she saves lives too," he replied.

"Shut up! That's different." Valerie's face turned sour when she heard Greg talking about other women. In the end, she clutched her chest and whined about how Greg was infuriating her and making it hard for her to breathe. Greg finally let out a sigh before standing up. "Fine. Since I'm making you mad, why don't I just leave? However, both you and your granddaughter have asthma, so I don't think I can bring her over to visit you. You'll have to wait for a while more. We can talk about it once you're discharged," he uttered.

When Greg saw how prepared Valerie was to bicker with him, he knew that she was feeling a lot better. So, he could leave the hospital without worrying too much.

Valerie got rather worried after hearing that her granddaughter had asthma. She quickly got the nurse to bring her a tablet before she started searching for some traditional treatments for asthma.

Once Greg got out of the hospital, he checked his phone for texts. It had been nearly two weeks since Genevieve went overseas to further her studies, yet he hadn't received a single text from her. She couldn't claim that she wanted to cut ties with the outside world to focus on her studies because he had seen all of her Twitter posts of her enjoying her time. They were a couple, yet he was always the one initiating contact with her.

Greg couldn't help but hear his mother's voice in his head. When he looked back at the recent interactions he had with Abigail, he felt rather frustrated. He ended up sending Genevieve a text. 'Text me when you're free. I have to talk to you about something.'

She replied to him almost immediately. 'Okay.' She didn't say anything else after that, which only made Greg more frustrated than ever. He put his phone back into his pocket before he drove to his company.

Troy had gathered a bunch of documents that required Greg's signature. Greg hastily signed all of the documents before cracking his neck, but he realized that Troy was standing around with a hesitant look

on his face. "Do you have something to say?" Greg rested his legs on his table as he leaned against his chair lazily, looking rather tired.

"No." Troy hastily shook his head.

"You're bad at lying. Spit it out. What is it?" Greg was genuinely tired, and the injury on his back was hurting. Troy decided that Greg wasn't in a bad mood, so he decided to tell Greg the truth after hesitating for a while. "I think Miss Leynthall went to look for Mr. Kottler, Mr. Buckley."

Greg's movements halted for a second. "Are these rumors?"

"No. I have evidence." Troy placed Genevieve's flight tickets on the table in front of Greg, along with a few pictures of Cody and Genevieve. "I think Miss Leynthall might be cheating on you. Furthermore, you and Mr. Kottler are good friends. I think you should end things with her. Dr. Kain is pretty nice, and you guys have a daughter. You—"

Before Troy could finish his sentence, Greg shot him an icy glare. "Since when do you have the right to tell me what to do?"

"I'd never do such a thing." Cold sweat trickled down Troy's skin as he stumbled backward.

"Get out!" Greg was in a bad mood, and he swept all of the photos and flight tickets off his table as he shouted at Troy. Troy scurried out of the room while Greg walked over to the window. The busy roads looked especially tiny from his view on the 28th floor. Greg lit a cigarette up before taking a few consecutive puffs. He coughed when he choked on the smoke, but he didn't stop smoking.

When Abigail woke up, she found herself in Greg's house. D*mn it. How did I fall asleep here? I've never been one to let my guard down; I can't believe I fell asleep in Greg's car. She turned to gaze at Arianna, who was still fast asleep. Arianna had beads of sweat on her forehead, but Abigail didn't want to move the young girl around, so she could only pull the sheets off her to cool her down a little. The

skies had turned dark outside, and Abigail was surprised to learn that she had slept for such a long while.

After walking out of the guest room, Abigail beamed when she bumped into the housekeeper. "You're up, Dr. Kain. Are you hungry? I'll prepare some food," the housekeeper offered.

"I'm fine. Where's Greg?" Abigail felt rather uncomfortable.

"Mr. Buckley went to the office, and he's not home yet. You don't have to wait for him. He said that you guys should eat once you guys are awake as he doesn't know what time he'll be home," the housekeeper explained.

Abigail put on a smile when she thought about the way her daughter enjoyed following Greg around. "Can I use the computer in the study for a while?" Abigail asked.

"Of course." The housekeeper still treated Abigail like she was the owner of the house, so the housekeeper gladly brought her over to the study. "Feel free to use the computer, Dr. Kain. There's no password on the computer."

"Thank you." Abigail nodded before entering the room and turning the computer on. She visited her own website, where she saw all sorts of comments asking for help. She went through all of them and deleted some before arranging helpers to deal with the rest. The housekeeper left the room when she saw Abigail busy with her work. Then, the housekeeper gave Valerie a call.

"Mr. Buckley brought Dr. Kain and her daughter home, Old Madam Buckley. Dr. Kain is working in Mr. Buckley's study, while her daughter is still fast asleep," the housekeeper said.

"Is that so? What does my granddaughter look like? Send me a video. I want to see her." The old lady was excited.

"I heard that it's not right to take videos of kids when they're sleeping, Old Madam Buckley. Apparently, the child's soul will get stolen at night if you do that," the housekeeper muttered.

"Is that so? I'll have to wait a few more days before I see my granddaughter, then." Valerie had never been a superstitious woman, but she was willing to believe anything when it came to her precious granddaughter. After the housekeeper ended the call, she took a glance at Abigail, who was still busy with her work. The housekeeper beamed for a moment before she headed off to prepare their meal.

After Abigail was done with her work, she cracked her stiff neck before standing up to move her limbs. However, her hand accidentally hit one of the books off the table, so she bent down to pick it up. A picture fell out from between the pages. The picture showed a good-looking woman with delicate features and an elegant aura. She looked like a capable woman, and she was dressed in a military outfit.

Abigail froze when she saw the picture. Is this Greg's girlfriend? I've never asked about Greg's private life. I only know that he has a girlfriend because I got someone to do some research on him after I slept with him five years ago. I had a feeling he was in a stable relationship then, and I was pretty certain that he wouldn't fight with me over the children's custody. That was why I didn't continue doing any research on him.

However, Abigail couldn't help but look at the picture for a while longer. Hmm. She looks prettier, gentler, and more sophisticated than me. Her defined eyebrows complement her features, and she looks like a soft-spoken and nice woman. So, this is the type of woman Greg likes, huh? Abigail let out a laugh for some reason. I knew it. He would never like a woman as strong-headed as me.