Not One, But Two!

Chapter 72

"Is something on your mind, Grandma?" Jonathan stared at Valerie innocently.

Valerie couldn't seem to find the words. In a weary voice, she said, "Jonathan, I think I feel a headache coming on. Why don't you go home and come back some other day?"

Jonathan froze, but seeing as he had done what he set out to accomplish today, he didn't have a reason to stay here any longer. "Very well, then, Grandma. Take good care of yourself, and I'll drop by when you feel better."

"Alright." Valerie managed a smile, but there was no warmth in it.

Jonathan stepped out of the Buckley Residence and glanced to the side of it. He knew that Cody's house was right next to Greg's, but because the former had some place else to stay, the house was mainly left vacant. However, Jonathan couldn't help his surprise when he saw that the house was occupied now.

Meanwhile, Abigail decided to get up and walk about to loosen her stiff joints. She gathered the trash to throw it out, and she had only just opened the door when she was greeted by Jonathan, who stood on the doorstep.

Both of them looked at each other with stunned expressions.

Jonathan was the first to demand, questioning, "Are you actually staying here?"

"What, do you have a problem with that?" Abigail countered none-too-kindly.

He wasn't sure if she had made some sort of arrangement with Cody to stay at his place, but he was happy enough to know that she obviously wasn't living together with Greg. "Abigail, there's something I need to tell you."

"I'm not interested." Without sparing him a second glance, she brushed past him with the bag of trash in hand.

He quickly reached for her wrist and pulled her to a stop, then said in hushed tones, "Abbie, I'm here because of Emma."

Abigail snorted. "Bold of you to think that would pique my interest."

"Look, you're all family, aren't you? Regardless of what happened, you should have settled it behind closed doors instead of getting the police involved. Sure, Emma can get a little loopy when it comes to wealth, but she's still your sister, and she doesn't have much money to begin with, so just let her off the hook. The police station isn't exactly the friendliest place for a girl like her, so she must be terrified."

Hearing all this come out of Jonathan's mouth amused Abigail. "Well, aren't you just the most wonderful and selfless boyfriend Emma could ever ask for? But here's the thing: I don't see why I should have to give her my money, and I don't think she has the right to order me to do any surgery. I mean, who does she think she is?" She was starting to think that Emma and Jonathan might actually be each other's true love.

Flinching at Abigail's sharp tone, Jonathan swallowed and argued weakly, "She's still family."

"She's not my family. I stopped seeing her as such the moment she put me through that horrible ordeal five years ago! I won't stop you from coming to your precious girlfriend's defense, Jonathan, but you don't get a say in my decisions, and even if you become the Kains' son-in-law at some point, it won't concern me, either!" With that, she shrugged off his hold forcefully and stormed away.

Not wanting to give up on pleading Emma's case, Jonathan caught up to Abigail and stopped her once more. "Abbie, let's just talk about this, okay? There's a cafe nearby, and we can sit down and talk things out. I remember how much you used to like coffee."

"Yeah, used to being the operative word; I don't like coffee anymore, and I certainly have nothing to say to you. Go back, Young Master Jonathan."

was like a piece of chewing gum on the bottom of her shoe, impossible to get off. "Come on,

she bit out with an

serious she sounded, and anger flashed in his eyes as he accused through gritted teeth, "So you're completely enamored with my Uncle Greg now, is that it? Have you become so unreasonable that you can't even tell right from

unreasonable, and I can't tell right

money from her account. In any case, this seemed like a

surreal. Not wanting to waste more time on Jonathan, Abigail decided to go around him, but he had anticipated this and

warning to you, Jonathan: leave me alone! I no longer have

ground. A begrudging look flashed in his dark eyes as he watched Abigail walk determinedly away from him. He wanted her more now that she was out of reach, suddenly

over both her son and her grandson's infatuation with the same woman. But from the looks of it, Jonathan's feelings for Abigail were one-sided. If the girl's lack of hesitation in throwing him over her

Jonathan had told him not too long ago, Valerie

never seen Valerie quite so gloomy and pensive, the butler found himself asking out of concern, "What are you looking at, Old

and went into the study to give Greg a call. "What's the

frowned on the other line when he heard his mother's inquiry. "Mom, did

Abigail is his girlfriend. What in the world

while I was gone. Looks like he's still pining after Abigail after all. The thought of his nephew clinging onto Abigail made him want to retch. "Mom, regardless of what's going on, just know that Jonathan and Abigail aren't

they are Greg's. Whether Abigail and Jonathan share any history won't matter anymore because they would never work

and Jonathan won't be the only one

that, Valerie hung up

cigarette. Jonathan certainly has plenty of free time to get on my nerves. He just waltzed right up to his

Troy a call. "I need you to look into why Jonathan dropped

sleuthing right away, and it didn't take long for him to reply, "Mr. Buckley, apparently

did he have to see my mother about it, then?" The more Greg thought about it, the angrier he became. Pleading Emma's case? As if! He was only

had been right to say that there were plenty of men who had their eyes on Abigail. It was bad enough that Greg had to fend off Hugh, and now he had to watch

he asked, "I seem to recall Emma going through an

well, and one

interest me. Find a newspaper company and have them publish this

sure what the former was up to, but he dared not question

in itself. Seeing as the boy had no qualms making up

at the police station. "Mr. Zacharias, I heard that Emma Kain has been arrested on

admittedly nervous to hear the intimidating man's voice on the other line. He never expected Greg to want to intervene in a

she took and apologize to Abigail in front of the press. Keep a record of this in

cautiously,

"Let me handle it."