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."

While Valerie's operation had been a complicated one, Abigail was sure that there would be no

up blood not too long after Abigail had left. As things were, she would have to stay even if Greg hadn't

Alissa's hand as she said gently, "Darling, I'm afraid we'll have to go back

Mommy, what about Aria?" Alissa was understandably worried about

and turned her back on Troy and the others as she made a call. When she turned around once more, her gaze was clear and unwavering. "Don't worry about Aria for now; I've asked someone to take care of her. We'll have to get back to the

their animosity that they were not on the friendliest of terms. If that was the case, then it went without saying that

hand, was admittedly surprised

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

her gaze, he thought it was akin to being sliced open by a cold scalpel. He swallowed and quickly

onto Alissa's hand and walked out of

in her head, and once she was

condition could be caused by a post-surgery infection. But Abigail couldn't be sure until she had seen the old lady for herself, and it

to be rather rotten. In addition, she had never

car pulled

seemingly unaffected by everyone's nerves as she clicked into her phone

car, Abigail turned to address Troy solemnly. She said, "I'll go over to the operating room now. Keep an eye

the threat, Troy nodded 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

about me. I'll be waiting in the lounge for you," Alissa said as she

you I'm worried about, but those who are keeping an eye on you. Be good and stay out

some kind of troublemaker. Nonetheless, it was the truth. But she didn't have to put me on the spot like that in front of everyone else.

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

guard in the hallway. She ordered, "What happened? I'm going to need you to retrieve all the camera footage from after Old Madam

"You'd better—"

say. Keep in mind that the operating room is my domain, Greg!" She didn't care that she

at the tightly-shut door of the operating room and subconsciously touched his nose. He could still feel the cold rush of air

infuriating! In all his life, no woman had ever dared to speak to him

we just heed Dr. Kain's orders, Mr. Buckley?" the subordinate who had been standing to the

gulped. Won't you two just leave me out of this clash

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