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."

that's what everyone is saying. Now, if you'll excuse me, Young Master Jonathan, I'll be taking my

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

with Alissa, but the truth hit him much harder now that he had

smiled at him, but it did not reach her eyes. "That doesn't concern

to regard him with such

flaw of men;

laboratory with Alissa's hand clasped in hers,

and asked in hushed tones, "Mommy, was the man from earlier a friend of yours? I think he's

ignore him

the laboratory and found the pathologist. She then asked, "I'd just like to know if Mr. Buckley has recently

was quick to deny this.

the matter any further and merely nodded. Then, she

answer from the chemist, perhaps the hospital director could. The director still owes

heard everything Abigail 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

Abigail marched into the hospital director's office and told him of her intentions without any ambiguous words. Having heard her case, 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

him to go through with the favor as well, though her face was grim. Looks like Greg will get his hands on the test results no

goodbye and brought Alissa out of the hospital

possible asthma attack. "Okay, let's go home for now. I'm not in a

hear this. Following the hospital trip, the mother-and-daughter duo hurried to

her subsequent act of hurting the mastiff in the backyard had been made known to Greg, who turned somber at

Alissa were now in