Not One, But Two!

Chapter 16

Abigail had gone missing five years ago, and the Kains said that she had eloped with some rascal. Jonathan had been so incensed that he turned the whole city over just to look for her but to no avail. He didn't think that the first time he saw her picture in five years would be on a child's phone screen.

After freezing for a second, he snapped out of his daze and quickly committed the number to memory. At that exact moment, Alissa emerged from the restroom, and she pouted in disgust when she saw that he was holding her phone. "So you're the one who took my phone! What's wrong with you? You seem like a decent man, but you have some serious attitude problems."

Jonathan eyed her for a while. Indeed, he could see traces of Abigail in the little girl's features. He thought he had forgotten all about Abigail over the course of five years, but it was only now that he realized the opposite was true. In fact, the memory of her was burned into the back of his mind.

Who is this kid? Is she Abigail's daughter? Is Abigail married? These questions filled his head, and he couldn't help asking, "Is your mom's name Abigail Kain?"

"Yes. Do you know my mommy?" Alissa grew wary instantly.

"Your mom just called you."

"Huh?" The color drained from Alissa's face as she thought, Oh, no! Oh, crap! Mommy must have found out that I came all the way to Harrion. What should I do?

Meanwhile, in the room, Abigail had managed to loosen the necktie that bound her wrists together, and upon breaking free of her makeshift shackles, she reached for the phone that Greg had shoved into her pocket. Then, she wasted no time in calling Alissa.

When the other line did not pick up, she continued calling. That little brat must be so terrified of getting told off that she wouldn't answer the phone! However, I still have to know where she is! With that, she hung up the phone and texted Alissa, 'Allie, I don't care where you are right now, but at least send me your location so I can pick you up. We'll talk about this face-to-face, okay? I promise I won't punish you or tell you off, so let's be mature and have a talk about your father. How about it?"

She knew that Alissa had always craved for a father's affection. She had always avoided talking about this, having been unsure how she should approach the topic and explain the complexity of it to her children. In all frankness, she thought she didn't have to explain anything to them at all; she was confident that she could provide a good enough life for them even in the absence of a fatherly figure. She thought it wouldn't be necessary to introduce another person into their lives just to fit into normal family dynamics.

However, she was starting to realize how constantly evading the topic had reaped dire consequences. Alissa had, in a fit of humiliation and indignation, decided to make her way to Harrion alone just so she could see her father.

father more than I thought they would. Maybe it really is

for a minute before quickly letting out a sigh of relief as she patted her chest and muttered, "Oh, thank goodness. I guess I won't be

and did as she was

she saw the location. The hospital? She's in the hospital right now? I could

an incredulous bark of laughter, but when she thought about the DNA test Greg had mentioned earlier, she faltered. No! I can't let Greg see the DNA test results no matter what! With that in mind, she quickly walked over to the French windows and glanced out the glass. When she saw that there were no

second floor, and given her agility, she knew she could break her fall easily without

just as she was about to

screamed. What kind of a sadist is Greg? Why would

it could pounce on her at any given moment, and she cursed

moving. Its front legs were slightly bent in a pouncing stance, and it looked ready to lunge. At the sight of this, she quickly reached into her pocket and grabbed the small bottle nestled in it. She

over the dog's eyes, and the discomfort of it made the mastiff howl. Then, it blindly sped in

watched with wide eyes as the giant dog leaped over her head, narrowly missing her. Turning on her heels, she used the top of the dog's cage as a launching pad and heaved herself onto the wall

time she had been caught in such a pathetic state. It irked her that she nearly died by the jaws of a mastiff. I'll get you back for this, Greg. Mark my

curb and hailed a passing taxi, promptly making her way over to

around

to arrive before I leave. It's

ax murderer." She didn't look impressed by his kind gesture, and instead walked over to the chair across the hallway before hoisting

other hand, Jonathan was conflicted. He didn't want to think that the kid was Abigail's. Maybe she's just a motherly figure to her, like a close aunt or something? Yes! That's right! That must be the case. He felt convinced by this line of argument, for there was no strong resemblance between

suddenly paused in shock. Uncle Greg? He eyed the little girl more carefully this time and noticed

He asked that they