Not One, But Two!

Chapter 45

"What? Are you not done? Do you want to beat me up until I die?" Abigail's gaze turned sharp, and Greg knitted his brows together before giving Isabel a stern, icy glare.

Isabel shuddered as she felt a chill running down her spine. She saw a vicious look in Greg's eyes that she had never seen in a regular human's before. "Forget it. Let's call it quits," she uttered hastily.

"Mom—" Amelia protested in dissatisfaction. However, Isabel was quick to interrupt her daughter. "Shut up! Follow my orders!"

Amelia continued to wear a dissatisfied look on her face, but she had no choice but to hold it in. She could only send a hateful glare in Abigail's direction. I wish I could shatter her into pieces just by staring at her, Amelia thought.

Abigail wasn't too bothered by the way Amelia was staring at her. She spoke up in an icy tone after hearing that Isabel was taking a step back. "I hope you'll be able to give me an answer regarding my mother's matters soon, Old Madam Mortimer. Regardless of how nasty it may get, I'd like to know the full details of it."

"What makes you think you have the right to ask for that?" Amelia lost her temper again.

Abigail scoffed. "I have the right because Greg just took these 50 strikes on behalf of me. Why? Do you have anything to say? Or are you going to try something again?"

Abigail was infuriated at this point. She might not have expressed much anger on her face, but there was a distinct change in the air around them. Greg gave her an amused stare without saying much. However, his eyes were clearly twinkling with interest.

Isabel had lived a long life, hence her experience allowed her to be good at reading people. Abigail's a tiny, frail girl who came all on her own, which can only mean two things: she might be dumb, or she might have someone secretly providing her support. I'm leaning toward the second possibility now. Of course, we might be able to deal with things here and now, but I'm afraid we might have to get involved with the people in power if this fight prolongs. I'm not sure I want that to happen. "Let him go!" Isabel ordered. The people around them quickly stepped aside.

Abigail helped Greg out of the ancestral hall, but she stopped to speak to Isabel on the way out. "You're so nice to your youngest daughter, old woman. Now, I can tell that all of the people here obey you. Perhaps things would be different if you managed to protect your eldest daughter in the past, right? After settling things today, my mother is no longer related to the Mortimer Family in any way. I hope you send my mother's details to me soon. Perhaps Stanley can help you out with that." Abigail turned to give Stanley a furious glare.

Stanley was taken aback by the look in her eye. She sure holds grudges! He put on a bitter smile, but Abigail was no longer paying attention to him at that point as she was busy helping Greg out of the area. "Are you okay?" Abigail felt her heart aching when she saw the injuries on Greg's body.

Greg, on the other hand, didn't seem too troubled by the beating. He had been through much worse throughout his years of growing up. However, this time, he saw the value of receiving this beating, as it allowed him to see a different side of Abigail. She was typically an arrogant woman, but he noticed the guilt and concern in her eyes at that moment. "A man isn't allowed to say that he isn't okay," he replied with a faint smile.

a moment. "I can't believe you're still fooling around at a time like this. Anyway, I owe

nothing in comparison to what you had to go through to give

froze after hearing his

something that everyone can endure. Although I don't know why you didn't abort the child, I'm really thankful for the decision you made. Thank you for giving birth to such an adorable daughter."

like her heart, which had been a dry field for ten years, had finally received some water, nourishment, and warmth. "I didn't give birth to

sudden? But he didn't say anything more. They walked over to the car, where Greg's men had arrived. His men were dressed in black, and they all looked like they were

like daring and aggressive men. Isabel felt somewhat terrified at the sight of them. What would've happened to us if we hadn't agreed to their terms earlier? I don't think there are many people in Harrion who own guns, yet there were so many

"Why don't you get in my car? I have a first-aid kit in the car, and I think your injuries should be

first-aid kit, and I'll do it here. Your car's too small for

annoyance when she heard his

further comments, Greg's men hurried over to grab the first-aid kit from her car. Greg got Abigail to get in the car before he crawled onto her thigh and rested his arm around her waist. Mmm… She has such a slim waist. This reminds me of what happened five years

a cold tone. Greg had been in a dreamlike state before that, but he snapped back into reality after hearing her words. What's up with me? She's not my type at all. Why am I getting all

in a nonchalant tone. "I was just trying to find a comfortable spot. Don't get all petty about

on behalf of her, she would have caused him to be bedridden for at least two weeks after hearing what he said. However, she wasn't in the mood to bicker with him right then, so

as his body stiffened in response to the burn of the medication. "Relax. I can't apply medication when you're all tensed up like that," she

"Have you heard of a victim relaxing while in the process

was stunned upon hearing his words. What a way to describe what he's feeling, she thought.

when he saw the men that Greg had brought. "Mr. Buckley, would it be okay for you guys to leave

a sigh of relief, but there was a hint of confusion on her face. Abigail couldn't care about anything that was going

been caught up in this for so long, and it's almost lunchtime. My baby must be hungry by now." Greg was still thinking about Alissa even

you going to hand Allie over to me?" Greg gave