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."

gum on the bottom of her shoe, impossible to get off. "Come on,

out with an air of harsh

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

I'm unreasonable, and

wanted to laugh in his face because she didn't think her stance had been wrong, and yet here she was being ostracized for it. Emma had hacked into her computer and wired out money from her account. In any case, this seemed like a matter for the police to handle. She couldn't understand why she was suddenly the bad guy here for calling the police on

Abigail decided to go around him, but he had anticipated this and

over her shoulder, tossing him out of her way. "This is my final warning to you, Jonathan: leave me alone! I no longer have anything to do with you or the Kains!" Having spat that out at him, she tightened her grip on the bag of trash

on the 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 filled

the house, Valerie had a clear view of everything that had transpired outside. It had only been moments ago when she fretted 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

what Jonathan had told him not too long

quite so gloomy and pensive, the butler found himself asking out of concern, "What

her head tiredly and went into the study to give Greg a call. "What's the relationship between Abigail and

frowned on the other line when he heard his mother's inquiry.

told me that Abigail is his girlfriend. What in the

to Mom and spun all these lies 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 together, nor will they ever be. It would be absurd for my

belatedly. There are children involved. As things stand, the children exist, and they are Greg's. Whether Abigail and Jonathan share any history won't matter anymore

woman, and Jonathan won't be the only one pining for

hung up the

standing leisurely by the floor-to-ceiling window. He kept his phone and lit up a cigarette. Jonathan certainly has plenty of free time to get on my nerves. He just waltzed right up to his grandmother and told her Abigail

a call. "I need you to look into why Jonathan dropped by my house

to reply, "Mr. Buckley, apparently Dr. Kain had Emma arrested, and now Sasha is hoping

case? Why did he have to see my mother about it, then?" The more Greg thought about it, the

and now he had to watch out for Jonathan as well. He had no idea what he was feeling

through

The fetus wasn't developing well, and one day the fetal activity just stopped

me. Find a newspaper company and

former was

as the boy had no qualms making up stories for his own benefit, Greg figured that he would simply have to tell the

on his desk phone, then called Zacharias at the police station. "Mr. Zacharias, I heard

He never expected Greg to want to intervene in a trivial matter such as this. "Yes, Mr.

bit out in a low voice, "Make Emma cough up the money she took and apologize to Abigail in front of the press. Keep a record of this in her file, too. If she can fulfill both these conditions, then

then asked cautiously,

"Let me handle it."