Not One, But Two!

Chapter 44

Chapter 44

"Are you leaving or not?" When he realized that Abigail wasn't following him, Greg stopped in his tracks and turned around with his head tilted. The look on his face that resembled that of a ruffian stunned her. Not only that, the unfamiliar feelings that rose within her made her frown.

"Of course. Can you at least be a gentleman and help support my weight, though?"

"What?" Greg became startled.

Abigail didn't want to appear weak in front of this man, but as she listened to the noises outside, she uttered dispassionately, "I've lost a lot of blood, and I feel dizzy now."

Greg was astonished, for he never expected that the arrogant Abigail would show her weakness to him. With his lips curving into a charming smile, he walked over and carried her up.

An astounded Abigail instinctively attempted to struggle, only to hear the man saying impassively, "Don't blame it on me if you fall to the ground."

Upon hearing that, she stopped struggling. They had even done the most intimate thing together, so it'd be awkward if she still refused to let him carry her up. At the thought of this, she became at ease and rested her head against the man's chest. After getting into a comfortable position, she felt less dizzy.

Despite the fact that only her hair came into contact with Greg's shirt, he still felt itchy, and there were some other feelings spreading in his heart. This woman… He looked down, and upon discovering that she seemed to be enjoying herself, he felt pleased for some reason. I love how obedient she appears now. At the thought of this, he kicked the door open and stepped out of the ancestral hall with the woman in his arms.

Stanley, Old Madam Mortimer, and the others had rushed over to this place, only to see Abigail resting in a man's arms. In an instant, Old Madam Mortimer became infuriated. "B*stard! How dare you do such a shameless thing in the ancestral hall! You're really Adeline's daughter! What a sl*t!"

Abigail never intended to meet Old Madam Mortimer as she was worried that her bad temper would make her maternal grandmother feel displeased. However, it never crossed her mind that she would bump right into her. What was more, her maternal grandmother was a sharp-tongued person. She shot a glance at the old madam, who was trembling in fury, and uttered dispassionately, "You're Old Madam Mortimer, right? Consider yourself lucky as I'm not going to sue you for illegal confinement. Do you still expect me to abide by the rules in this village? I'm not from this village, so what makes you think you can force me to obey your orders?"

Upon hearing that, Old Madam Mortimer was rendered speechless. Her chest was heaving as she was apparently incensed.

"Mr. Buckley, you…" Meanwhile, Stanley was frustrated upon seeing that. What should I do? Before he left, he had told Greg not to make any rash moves, but he had forgotten that Greg wouldn't follow anyone's arrangements.

"Do you know him, Stanley?" Old Madam Mortimer shot him a glare.

In an instant, Stanley stiffened. "Mom, he's Mr. Buckley, the Fourth Young Master of Harrion."

he is. Since he is in Mortimer Village, he has to follow our rules. Abigail is that woman's daughter. Your sister is still unmarried because of that woman,

you?" Abigail reckoned that Old Madam Mortiner had a false sense of authority due to her old age. Does

the clan leader of

Mortimer and Abigail was beginning to intensify, Greg frowned. "Just tell me what I have

all of

still want to throw her into the river? In that case, I have many ways to make Mortimer Village disappear in this world. Do you believe me?" Greg

was covered in cold sweat. Others didn't know who Greg was, but he was fully aware of it. The fact that Greg was the Fourth Young Master of Harrion might not be intimidating enough. However, he was the overlord of the Dark

to say something, Stanley quickly took her arm and whispered beside her ear. A myriad of expressions came over Old Madam

"Spill it."

"Fifty strokes of whip."

you think you're the queen of this land? Fifty

I don't dare to do

to argue, Greg put down Abigail and took off his coat before placing it on her shoulders.

to do?" Abigail

He revealed his lean upper body and uttered calmly, "Just whip me now. She is my woman, so I'll get punished in her stead. Hurry up, for we still have other things

speaking, he turned around and

dumbfounded. What is this man doing? What does he mean that I'm her woman? "Greg, come back

she was pulled back by

It seems that my niece is really something. However, he didn't release her as he said in a small voice, "You don't get it. The whip is covered in barbs. You'll be doomed if

would be covered in blood. "No! You can't do that to him! We're not

be over quickly. This is the only way Mr. Buckley can take you away from here safely, and this is also the only way

let Greg get punished in her stead. This was her matter, and she didn't want to owe that man anything. Just when she wanted to do something, her wrist was clenched by Stanley, whereupon a sense of numbness came over her. In an instant,

"You…" She was flabbergasted.

Madam Mortimer couldn't help but ask, "How do we know that

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