Not One, But Two!

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

The air around Greg dropped to sub-zero temperatures, and he looked murderous.

The pathologist shivered, but he braced himself as he asked, "Is there a problem, Mr. Buckley?"

Daggers were practically coming out of Greg's eyes as he regarded the pathologist icily and demanded, "Are you the only person who has touched this report?"

The pathologist nodded forcefully. "Yes, I'm the only person who has handled the report from beginning to end; there should be nothing wrong with it."

The more the pathologist insisted on this, the more ominous Greg looked. Finally, he shoved the report into his pocket and said coldly, "No one must know about this, or else..."

"I understand. I don't know anything, and you were never here, Mr. Buckley." With that, the pathologist left.

Greg's eyes were so dark that they looked like endless onyx pools. How could Alissa and I not be related? She looks exactly like me. Surely there has to be some biological connection to explain our resemblance! He refused to believe that there was nothing fishy about the DNA test results, but he couldn't come up with a reason to invalidate it.

An inexplicable rush of frustration seized him.

At that moment, Troy called him again. "Mr. Buckley, Dr. Kain is far too much work for us to handle, and we won't be able to subdue her for long!"

Troy felt like bursting into tears. He had thought of Abigail as nothing more than a demure woman, but she could wield a scalpel like it was a katana and had managed to keep everyone at a distance, giving her enough time and space to scurry into the aircraft with Alissa in tow.

However, the pilot dared not take off without any further instruction from Greg, so for the time being, everyone seemed to be caught in a tense stand-off.

Greg was already exasperated enough as it was with the DNA test results. When he heard about Abigail's mischief, he was close to the point of combustion. "I'll be right there and I'll skin that woman alive if it's the last thing I do!"

Following this, he was just about to leave when he heard Valerie's personal caretaker run up to him, panicking as he gasped, "Something's wrong, Mr. Buckley. The old madam is coughing up blood!"

"What did you just say?" Greg stopped in his tracks, and he quickly spun on his heels before hurrying back to the hospital room. As he did so, he said into the phone, "Troy, get Abigail back to the hospital right now! She's supposed to be the world's best surgeon, but why is my mom coughing up blood after the surgery? If anything happens to her, I'll make that wretched doctor pay with her life!" Having spat that out, he ended the call.

On the other line, Troy was astonished. Valerie meant a lot to Greg, and if she were experiencing any post-surgery side effects, then Abigail would have hell to pay. With that in mind, Troy hurried over to Abigail, who smirked at him as she asked, "What, are you here to get a taste of my scalpel?"

Troy felt a chill run down his spine, but he took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, Dr. Kain, but I'm afraid you really can't leave right now. The old madam is coughing up blood as we speak."

operation had been

madam started coughing up blood not too long after Abigail had left. As things were, she would have to stay even if Greg hadn't put up such a fight to keep her grounded. If

this, Abigail's gaze darkened, and she clutched Alissa's hand as

what about Aria?" Alissa was understandably worried about her

clear and unwavering. "Don't worry about Aria for now; I've asked someone to take

could tell from their animosity that they were not on the friendliest of terms. If that was the case, then it went without saying that she had to stay for

was admittedly surprised to see Abigail being so

as she stepped out of the aircraft, and she couldn't help musing wistfully to herself that she wouldn't be able to leave Harrion now. She was frustrated, but she had no outlet other than to frown and shoot a disparaging look at Troy while he stood behind

akin to being sliced open by a cold scalpel.

onto Alissa's hand and walked out of the

Abigail replayed the entire surgery in her head, and once she was sure that nothing had gone wrong during the procedure,

infection. But Abigail couldn't be sure until she had seen the old lady for herself, and it wasn't as if

she found her luck this year to be rather rotten. In addition, she had never

long, the car pulled up outside

by everyone's nerves as she clicked into

over to the operating room now. Keep an eye on my daughter. If anything happens to her, it will be on you and Greg,

hastily. In all the years he had worked for Greg, he had encountered all kinds of folks, but Abigail was a force to be reckoned with; it took all but one look from her to send a chill running down his spine. It was the first time an

be waiting in the lounge for you," Alissa said as she

little girl's hair and pointed out quietly, "It's not you I'm worried about, but those who are keeping an eye on you. Be good and

was the truth. But she didn't have to put me on

Alissa would be on her best behavior, Abigail turned and brisk-walked

had yet to enter the room when she barked imperiously at Greg, who was standing guard in the hallway. She ordered, "What happened? I'm

"You'd better—"

that the operating room is my domain, Greg!" She didn't care that she had forced him to swallow his anger, and with a loud thud, the doors to the emergency

and subconsciously touched his nose. He could still feel the cold rush of air that had hit him when

had ever dared to speak to him like Abigail did, much less bark

had been standing to the side asked hesitantly when he saw Greg's face darken

look from Greg, and the subordinate gulped. Won't you two just leave me out of this

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