Not One, But Two!

Chapter 53

The car sped along the highway. Greg felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat any second. Isn't this woman supposed to be all bossy and stuck up? Didn't she say that she doesn't want to have anything to do with me? So why did she block the attack for me? She had gone to Rorea for surgery, so there's no reason for her to rush back. Unless… Did she rush back to tell me that someone was trying to harm me? Greg's mind was spinning—he couldn't understand why Abigail did what she did. All he knew was that his mind was a mess because of her.

Once they got to the hospital, Greg carried her directly to the operation theater. There was already a doctor there waiting for her. Once the operation theater's doors shut, Greg stared at the red lights above the door as his heart continued racing. He had never felt so anxious before, not even when he had gotten injured. When he thought about his interaction with Abigail in the office, he felt more guilty than ever.

"We managed to find something, Mr. Buckley. Jason's from their gang," Troy hurried over and whispered in Greg's ear. Greg's gaze darkened as a hateful look flashed in his eyes. "What else did he say?" Greg asked.

"After Dr. Kain saved Old Madam Buckley when Old Madam Buckley experienced hemorrhaging again, it was also their men who had pretended to be a doctor and sneaked into the ward to drug Old Madam Buckley. If Dr. Kain hadn't managed to save her in time, perhaps Old Madam Buckley might have…" Troy didn't finish his sentence, but Greg understood what he meant. An icy look formed on Greg's face.

"Get rid of him. You know what to do with the body," Greg ordered.

"Got it." Troy left after that. Greg took a seat on the bench outside and stared at the bright light indicating that surgery was in progress. He didn't know Abigail's condition, and this made him more anxious than ever. Yet, there was nothing he could do. It seems like I misunderstood her all along.

He felt the urge to smoke a cigarette, but he couldn't do it since he was in the hospital. The surgery went on for two hours. The moment the lights went off, Greg shot up to his feet before rushing over. "How is she, doctor?"

"Dr. Kain's injury isn't that deep, and it didn't pierce through her heart. However, her gastric issue is rather serious, probably because she doesn't eat regularly. I've already treated her wounds, but it seems like she hasn't been resting well. She was really tired, so I think she might sleep for a while longer. You don't have to worry about her, Mr. Buckley." The doctor was worried that Greg might get anxious if Abigail didn't wake up soon, so the doctor hastily explained the situation.

Greg knitted his brows together. Did she not get enough rest? Yeah! She rushed to Rorea for surgery, and she probably didn't rest before coming back here. How could she have gotten enough rest? "I got it." Greg pushed Abigail over to the ICU himself.

The ward was extremely quiet, and Greg sat in front of her bed while staring at her face. Her usual arrogant look had been replaced with a weak and pale one that made Greg's heart ache. Only then did he realize that she was just a soft and gentle woman, after all!

in front of a knife for him. Greg didn't know what he was feeling, but he knew that everything was

turned rosy red, and she knitted her brows together as she seemed to have dreamt of something bad. The nightmare clung to her, and she couldn't wake

get a pail of water to clean her body with a towel, but he couldn't get her to

leaving; I'll always be here with you." Perhaps it was because she heard Greg's voice, or perhaps she had fallen back to sleep, but Abigail went quiet after that. Greg hastily took this chance to pull his hand away before he got warm water to clean her face. When her temperature grew

so thoughtfully. Even though they had slept together, Greg

she's too crazy when in bed, but she's so alluring now that she's ill. Just the sight of her makes my heart ache for

he was in this state. How could a woman do this to him? Others would laugh if they heard about this! Fortunately, Abigail was fast asleep. Greg comforted himself with that thought as he went to get

before bringing her home and playing with her for a while. After that, Greg personally gave Swanson Hut's

find Abigail glaring at him without blinking at all. "You're up? Do you feel better?" Greg's voice was much

she realized that Greg was the one who had taken care of her. She widened her eyes when

thanks to you. You saved my life. You can have anything you want in return—I'll give you anything as long as it's within my ability," Greg offered. He was doing it out of kindness—after all, he was used to thanking people

don't need money, nor do I need you to repay me. I just wanted to return the favor after what you did for me at the ancestral hall. We don't owe each other anything from now on. I want to sleep. Get

but he suppressed his emotions when he saw her pale face. "You go ahead and sleep, then. I'll be smoking outside. You can call me if you need anything. I've ordered food, and it will be here soon. Your stomach is

Abigail only ignored his statement and shut her eyes. Soon enough, her breathing turned soft and even. Once again, Greg had been ignored by her. He bit his

a cigarette outside, the nicotine calmed his temper down a little. Swanson Hut's manager had arrived with the food by then. "Your

before taking long strides back to the ward. Abigail had yet to wake up. Since Greg recalled what the doctor said about

all the rest Valerie had gotten in recent days, she felt much better. When she saw Greg, she let out a scoff. "Oh, you're

trying to make sure I didn't get stabbed." Greg sat