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."

you'll excuse me, Young Master Jonathan,

him. He had been all too ready to abandon his trust 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 say to him

at her words. He could make a fair guess about her relationship with Alissa, but the truth hit him much harder now that he had heard her say it directly. "Your daughter?

reach her eyes. "That doesn't concern you anymore,

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

men; they

toward the laboratory with Alissa's hand clasped in hers, and he followed

was the man from earlier a friend of

him and keep

like to know if Mr. Buckley has recently sent

to deny this. "No, he did

matter any further and merely nodded. Then,

hospital director could. The director still owes me a favor anyway, she thought as

really is Uncle Greg's

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

and Abigail couldn't force him to go through with the favor as well, though her face was grim. Looks like Greg

would be a challenge to leave this place with Alissa after Greg got the test results, and Abigail thought it wise to flee now. As such, she bid the hospital director goodbye

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

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

hurting the mastiff in

word that Abigail and Alissa were now in