Not One, But Two!
Chapter 54

Chapter 54

Chapter 54

It was rare for Greg to ever feel sorry for anyone. Being someone of his status and identity, over theyears, he had developed a heart of ice that refused to melt. He wouldn't even blink when most womencried, but the determined look on Abigail's face actually made his solid and icy heart melt a little.

Meanwhile, Abigail could sense someone staring at her while she was sleeping. She felt ratheruncomfortable, so she instinctively turned to face her back against Greg. She didn't realize that hergown had a slit on the back, so she revealed her fair, pale back to Greg. Greg's Adam's apple bobbedas he felt the temperature in the room getting higher.

After taking a deep breath, he pulled the sheets over Abigail. He thought about leaving, but he didn't doit in the end. Abigail had a good sleep—she didn't have a surgery to rush to or children to care for, andshe could sleep for a whole week. However, her phone began to ring right then. Rage filled herinstantly—she was frustrated at the noise.

Greg hadn't wanted to pick Abigail's phone up, but the ringing kept going. He was worried that it woulddisturb Abigail, so he brought the phone out. "Hello? Who's this?" He picked the call up.

Hugh froze as he thought he had gotten the wrong number. But when he checked, he was certain thatit was correct. "Where's Abbie?" Hugh spoke in a hostile, unfriendly tone. For some reason, Greg feltrather uneasy to hear someone addressing her so intimately. "She's resting. You can tell me what youwant to say, and I'll pass the message," Greg offered.

"No thanks. I don't need an outsider to pass messages for us." Hugh ended the call right after that.Greg felt a heavy feeling in his chest. An outsider? Am I an outsider? I already had a kid with Abigail.How could I still be an outsider? Who is this man? Greg recalled the man, Hugh, whom he had foughtwith. Could it be him? Greg felt more frustrated than ever.

After returning to the ward and seeing that Abigail was asleep, Greg thought about the phone call oncemore before he walked over to Abigail. He had decided to just drag her out of bed. However, as hetouched her shoulder, he heard Abigail grunting as she frowned.

He froze for a moment before glancing at her injury. She pressed on her own injury while sleeping! Isshe a pig? Greg was rather annoyed, so he woke her up roughly. Abigail had already woken up a littleafter hearing the phone ring, and she could already feel her wound stinging. Now, she was even wokenup in a rough manner, so she lost her temper.

"Can you stop it, Hugh?" She flung her hand across the room to give Greg a smack. His gaze darkenedimmediately. What did she call me? Hugh? Did I just take a slap for Hugh? Greg wore a look ofdispleasure as a threatening aura filled the room. Even the air around them seemed to have turned 10degrees colder.

"Abigail!" Greg cried.

"Shut up!" she replied.

Greg shot her a hateful glare, yet she didn't open her eyes at all. She simply rolled over and continuedsleeping. This woman is asking for a beating! As much as Greg wanted to beat her up, the bloodypatch of a wound across her chest made him feel too sorry to do anything. He could only continue totolerate her for a while more—he had no choice since she had just saved his life.

In the end, Greg decided to leave the ward quietly. However, there was still a burning sensation on hisface even after he walked out. It was worse since the nurses were all whispering among themselveswhile throwing glances in his direction. Greg was a public figure, so it was tough for the news not to getout when he was walking around in the hospital with a slap mark on his face.

Greg felt like he was about to suffocate with all the frustration in him, yet he couldn't do anything toAbigail. In the end, he pulled his phone out and contacted Troy. "Find out about Hugh's enemies and

contact them. I'll be willing to pay any sum just for Hugh to be occupied and threatened by all hisattackers."

It was the first time Troy had ever heard his boss giving such orders, so Troy froze for a while. "What ifthe person insists on a high price, Mr. Buckley?"

"Give it to him! Do I look like I need money?" Greg's arrogant tone stunned Troy, but it was true thatGreg didn't need any money. In the end, Troy proceeded according to Greg's orders.

On the other end, Hugh was just as furious after he ended the call. He lost his cool when he heard thatAbigail had rushed back to save Greg and that she had gotten injured because of Greg. "I need a flightto Harrion! I want to go there now!" However, he received another message from one of his men themoment he finished his sentence.

"It's a call from Old Mr. Castel, Mr. Romero." Hugh froze as he calmed down a little. He had to concealall of the hatred and viciousness that had just appeared in his eyes. "Hand me the phone." Once Hughtook the phone, he walked over to the balcony. His men didn't know what the conversation was about.

After Greg gave his orders, he felt a little less angry than before. One of the more daring nurses walkedup to him and handed him some ice. "You'll feel better if you put it on your cheek now, Mr. Buckley."Greg shot her a cold glare, and she shuddered before dropping the ice on the ground. After that, sheturned and ran off as if she had just seen the devil.

Greg took one look at the ice on the floor before kicking it toward the bin. He wasn't about to put ice onhis wound. He wanted to see how Abigail would react when she woke up and saw his face like that. Atthat thought, Greg returned to the ward and sat upright in front of Abigail while staring at her. He waslike a child.

But Abigail had outperformed with her sleeping time that night—she slept all the way from the morninginto the afternoon, then into the evening, then through the night and until the next morning. Greg had

waited excitedly for her at first, but he decided to call Troy to bring his laptop over after he saw howdeep Abigail's sleep was. Greg figured that he would work at the hospital.

When Abigail didn't wake up even at 10.30PM, Greg started feeling rather worried. He told the doctorto run some checks on her, and he felt much more relieved to hear that she was just lacking sleep. Bythe next morning, Greg no longer thought about the slap he had received. However, when Abigail wokeup, she immediately noticed it. "What happened to your face?"

"What's up with my face?" Greg was stunned for a moment before he realized what she meant. "Howdare you talk about my face? Look! It's proof! Even if you saved my life, that doesn't give you the rightto hit me whenever you want to, Abigail. I'm the president of a global company! How am I supposed togo out like this?"

Abigail froze upon hearing his words. "Did I hit you?

"Do you think I hit myself? I have the CCTV tapes here. Do you want to look at them?" Greg was tryingto sound fierce, but Abigail somehow felt like he was acting cute and pitiful toward her. "Are you tryingto act cute in front of me now?" she asked.

Greg nearly choked on his own saliva. "Do you even know how to use adjectives? Me? Cute? Are youblind?"

"Why else are you making such a fuss?" Abigail threw the sheets off and got out of bed, feeling muchmore refreshed and energized than before. Yes! I do feel a lot better after a good sleep.

Greg felt like he couldn't keep up with what Abigail was saying. Why does she think I'm making a fuss?She slept for a full day, and I didn't disturb her at all. How is that fussing? I just wanted justice to beserved! Does she think I'm someone who knows how to act cute? This is terrifying!

When Abigail turned to see the fuming look on Greg's face, she found him adorable for some reason.He reminded her of Alissa. They look the same when they are angry! No, wait! They look more similarwhen they're acting cute! Abigail laughed to herself.

Greg had been angry at first, but he froze when he saw Abigail's smile and the two dimples that hadsurfaced on her cheeks. "Alright. I don't like it when there's noise around me while I'm sleeping, so youmight have disturbed me, and I might have unintentionally hit you. I'm sorry for that! Be a good boy,okay?" Abigail unconsciously gave Greg a fond stroke as she spoke.

Both of them froze in their spots after this happened. Abigail did it because she was used to doing thesame thing with Alissa. However, she only noticed that he wasn't Alissa after her hand came in contactwith his smooth skin. Greg, on the other hand, had never expected Abigail to comfort him that way.Things got awkward all of a sudden, and Abigail quickly pulled her hand away before clearing herthroat. "I'm a little hungry."

"I got someone to order you food, so it should be coming soon." Greg came to his senses andresponded to her statement, but he could still sense that the spot on his face where Abigail touchedearlier felt a little different.

"Okay. I'll go wash up." Abigail thought that it was too awkward. How did I think a grown man wasAlissa? They really look too alike, Abigail thought to herself as she walked into the washroom. Gregtouched his own face as he recalled how Abigail had looked earlier. He blinked a few times as hethought, Maybe the slap was worth it after all. Was that an apology she just gave me? Okay! I'll take it.He tugged his lips into a smile.

Right then, footsteps came from the corridor. Swanson Hut's manager walked into the room with thefood Greg had ordered. "Your dishes, Mr. Buckley."

"Let me do it." Greg went over to take the food from him, unpacked them, and laid them out on thetable. Abigail came out of the washroom then, and her gaze immediately fell on the dishes on the table.Most of the dishes looked rather plain, but they didn't look like they would taste bad.

Abigail sat down and lifted the spoon before she began eating. Greg frowned at her. "Slow down. Yourstomach's not well, so you shouldn't eat too quickly. It'd be hard for you to digest."

"I have to go take a look at your mom later. If everything's fine, I should be able to transfer her case toone of the local doctors," Abigail uttered while eating.

"Are you leaving?" Greg was surprised.

"Yeah. My hospital's in Marona, and I just came here to help with one surgery. I naturally have to returnonce I'm done." Abigail's words left Greg in a bad mood.

"What will happen to the child once you're gone?" he asked coldly.

Abigail paused for a moment before she gave him the first answer that came to mind. "She'll follow me,of course."

"My mom hasn't seen my child at all, and she's getting really old. Can't you just fulfill her wish?" Gregasked.