Not One, But Two!

Chapter 17

Jonathan remembered that it had been five years since he broke up with Abigail and the reason behind it. He also thought about the little girl who looked a lot like Greg, as well as how Abigail and Greg seemed to know each other. All these details were coming together like puzzle pieces in Jonathan's mind.

Could Uncle Greg be the person whom Abigail fooled around with five years ago? The presumption stabbed through Jonathan's heart like a dagger. No, that can't be. How could someone as esteemed as Uncle Greg ever get entangled with someone like Abigail? But what about the kid just now? What's going on here?

These thoughts rattled him, and he didn't even notice Troy leaving. By the time he snapped out of his daze, Troy was already nearing the end of the hallway.

As if pulled by some invisible force, Jonathan hurried to catch up to Troy. He saw the latter make his way into the laboratory, whereupon he sought out the pathologist. They exchanged a few words, and the pathologist nodded before personally escorting Troy out of the room.

At once, Jonathan knew that something was amiss here. Sure in his belief, he hastily ordered his men to look into this.

Meanwhile, Abigail called Alissa once more when she arrived at the hospital. Deciding that it was best to face the music, Alissa emerged from hiding and shuffled out to reunite with her mother.

It was only after she saw that Alissa was relatively unscathed that the knots in Abigail's stomach finally eased. "You brat! Were you trying to give me a heart attack?" She couldn't find the words to lecture her daughter, so she resorted to prodding Alissa's head with her finger instead.

Alissa stuck her tongue out guiltily before she wrapped her arms around Abigail as she said coquettishly, "I'm sorry for running away like that, Mommy. I won't do it again. Please don't be mad at me."

Jonathan bore witness to all this from where he stood not too far away. He took in Abigail's familiar silhouette and noted how she had grown more womanly in the past five years, and the flame in his lonely heart was rekindled once more. "Abigail, is that you?"

Abigail turned at the sound of the familiar voice, and she met with Jonathan's smoldering gaze. Seeing him again made her heart squeeze, but as she recalled how he had refused to believe her five years ago, she regained her composure. Instantly, her mind cleared like a bucket of ice water had been poured over her.

"Hey there, long time no see," she greeted with a smile, maintaining an elegant but cold and distant front.

Jonathan was wounded by her standoffish demeanor. "I heard that you're the best surgeon in the world now, Abigail."

Young Master Jonathan, I'll be taking my leave

took but a single lie on Emma's part to crack the friendship they had forged since childhood. Indeed, she had nothing to say to

on the other hand, froze at her words. He could make a fair guess about her relationship with Alissa, but the truth hit

but it did not reach her eyes.

for him. She used to regard him with such passion and love, but now, her gaze was cold and empty. This made

was the fatal flaw of men; they only wanted

watched as Abigail walked toward the laboratory with Alissa's hand clasped in

man from

ignore him and keep

She then asked, "I'd just like to know if Mr. Buckley has recently sent over a DNA test

deny this.

any further and merely nodded. Then, she took Alissa's

get an answer from the chemist, perhaps the hospital director could. The director still owes me a favor

said, and he was in utter shock. So it was about a DNA test. If that little girl really is Uncle Greg's kid, then I won't stand a chance

the hospital director found himself caught between a rock and a hard place. But seeing as he did not want to risk offending her, he brought her over to the laboratory, only to find that the empty vicinity was now surrounded by four or five burly men—bodyguards hired by none

director was left with no choice but to back away from the laboratory, and Abigail couldn't force him to go through with the favor as

the hospital director goodbye and brought Alissa out of the hospital while saying, "Allie, let's head back for now; Aria's asthma

visibly panicked when she heard about Arianna's possible asthma attack. "Okay, let's go home for

the hospital trip, the mother-and-daughter duo hurried to buy their air tickets online and hailed a taxi to take them to the

the mastiff in the backyard had been

that Abigail and Alissa