Chapter 41

After leaving the Kain Residence, Abigail took a look at the address in her hand and realized that it was outside the city. If she headed to that place now, she wouldn't have time to have lunch with Greg. After pondering on it for a moment, she called Greg and said, "I need to take a rain check on lunch. I have something to do now, so I might not be able to come back in time."

Greg frowned when he heard that, for it was the first time anyone had stood him up. "Do you have surgery to perform?"

"No, I'm just going to the outskirts of the city. It's a personal matter." With that, Abigail hung up the call.

As Greg listened to the disconnected tone, he realized that he was already immune to her impolite behavior. There was probably no other woman in Harrion who would dare to treat him in such a way. After putting down his phone, he said to his secretary, "Find out where Abigail is going and send some people to protect her in secret. Don't let her discover them, though."

Troy promptly left the place and carried out the order. Meanwhile, Greg repeatedly told himself that he was doing this for his daughter. If it weren't because he was worried that his daughter would be heartbroken, he wouldn't have been bothered about the woman's safety.

After hanging up the call, Abigail immediately got into her car. To make things easier for herself, she had rented a car. Even though she wasn't used to driving it, the car did its job.

After following the address, she arrived at the south of the city. The buildings in this place appeared to be old, which was in stark contrast to the prosperous city. With that said, this place gave off a tranquil feeling. There was a memorial arch at the entrance with some cursive words written on it. Abigail couldn't make out what was written, but she felt as if time had been reversed by several dozen years.

Aren't memorial arches supposed to exist only in the past? I can't believe there's still such a thing in this place. Abigail looked at it with her head tilted, and it wasn't until she was certain that she didn't understand what was written that she straightened up, only to see an elderly woman staring at her with narrowed eyes. She didn't like the way the elderly woman looked at her. "What's wrong, Madam?"

"You're not from this place, right?" The elderly woman's voice was hoarse, but her turbid eyes still appeared shrewd.

After a nod, Abigail replied, "You're right. I'm from the city, and I'm here to look for someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

"Isabel Mortimer." Abigail told the elderly woman her maternal grandmother's name.

Upon hearing that, the elderly woman became startled as she was visibly surprised. "You're looking for Old Madam Mortimer? Who is she to you?"

Abigail thought that the elderly woman was too inquisitive, but she still replied impassively, "She's my maternal grandmother."

Unexpectedly, the elderly woman turned around and ran away as she yelled, "The granddaughter of Old Madam Mortimer is here! Come on! Chase her away!"

Abigail was astounded. What's going on? Why does she want to chase me away? Before she could snap out of her dazed state, she saw many villagers charging toward her with brooms and shovels in their hands.

"F*ck off!"

"Get lost! Don't dirty our place!"

started hitting Abigail with their brooms. Abigail wanted to counterattack, but these villagers were all frail old people. If she made

mention of her mother, the fury of these people had been ignited as they

that woman first, and now, her daughter has come to haunt us. Chase

"Get lost!"

keep stepping backward until she was pushed outside the

I'll

into the village. She wanted to reason with these people, but they wouldn't listen to her. As long as she took

had happened to Abigail, he was startled. "She's in

in. Instead, she has ignited the public outrage,"

his brows. "Do you know what she's doing

she's looking for Old

Greg was surprised. "Old

"Yes."

she looking

that Old Madam Mortimer is her maternal grandmother." Troy told him about the information he had

Troy in disbelief before asking, "Are you sure she is

what Dr.

in front of the French windows and looked down at the

have any time to speak to you." Abigail was grumpy. It was the first time she had been loathed by people who were not her

took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. "If you want to see Old Madam Mortimer, I suggest you come back now and treat me

did you just say? You know Isabel

Greg replied smilingly, "No."

Can you just mind your own business instead of irritating me all

son, Stanley Mortimer. Do you want to see him?" Greg

son? In other words, he's my uncle. Since I can't see my grandmother now,

of her, she took a deep breath. "Just choose a

is this how you're supposed to ask for help?" Greg reckoned that this woman was too presumptuous, so he had to put her into her place. Otherwise, she would never learn to respect

find out more about her mother, she said in a hushed voice,

as you begging for my help? I don't like how you've put it. Moreover, I hate people who make empty promises. Just sleep on it. There's no rush as we're still

words, he hung up the call. I've finally got her begging for my help! He sported a joyful smile, feeling utterly pleased with

to say anything. It seems that Mr.

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