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.

I owe you one, Greg. I'll repay you in the future,

to what you had to

again, she froze after hearing his words. "What

everyone can endure. Although I don't know why you didn't abort the child, I'm really thankful for the

been a dry field for ten years, had finally received some water, nourishment, and warmth. "I didn't give birth to the child because of you," she muttered

Why is she turning into a shy child all of a sudden? But

they seemed 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

you get in my car? I have a

do it here. Your car's too

lips in annoyance when she heard his

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 ago. That breath-taking, life-changing night… Greg's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he instinctively rubbed

hands to yourself before I break them," she hissed in a cold tone. Greg had been in a dreamlike state before that, but he

nonchalant tone. "I was just trying

fact that he had just taken a beating 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 she quickly grabbed the first-aid kit before applying

a loud hiss 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 uttered

victim relaxing while in

what he's feeling, she thought. She didn't answer

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

Abigail couldn't care about anything that was going on then, as all of her focus was on applying medication for Greg. "There are a few wounds that will require stitches, but I can't do it here. We should go

you should prepare some food for Allie. We've been caught up in this for so long, and it's almost lunchtime. My baby must

hand Allie over to me?" Greg