Not One, But Two!

Chapter 74

Abigail flew into a rage. "Hand over the keys, Greg!" The fact that this house was accessible to someone other than herself was highly disturbing.

Greg gave her a look as he set the table, then said nonchalantly, "It's time for lunch."

She had a feeling that he was being evasive just to get on her nerves. "I said, hand me the keys," she ground out angrily.

He crossed his arms and eyed her for a while. He made no reply, and he showed not a trace of emotion. In fact, he was outright defying her.

Abigail did not back down, either. She steeled her shoulders and stared back at him, silently challenging him.

In the end, he caved first.

"So you won't eat unless I hand you the keys?" Greg asked. There was an indulgent edge to his resigned tone that even he did not notice.

At that moment, Abigail realized how pointless the argument was. It was like they had turned into two toddlers all of a sudden. When did I get so childish? Why do I always behave like a grade school kid whenever I hang around with Greg?

"You know what? Forget it. You can keep the keys." As she said this, she walked over to the dining table and surveyed the food. She was startled to see that all her favorite dishes were laid out.

"Allie told me these were your favorites, so I brought them over. How's your wound? Is it getting better?"

"It's fine; it won't be killing me anytime soon. You can leave now," she said coldly, chasing him out despite his kind gesture.

Greg's expression turned grim. He didn't understand why Abigail was treating him so passive-aggressively and why she was picking on him all the time. Wasn't she fine before? What's wrong with her? Is it that time of the month or something?

He was never one to stay and cajole a woman, so when he saw the stony look on her face, he grabbed his jacket and chucked it into the trash. When it landed in the bin with a thud, he had already turned and left.

Abigail frowned and stared at the jacket lying crumpled in the bin. There was a dejected gleam in her eyes, and for some reason, she didn't feel like eating anymore; the food before her had inexplicably lost its allure.

When the front door slammed shut, what followed was a wave of frustration that cascaded over her.

She was supposed to find this city familiar, seeing as she grew up here. But the only things she had left behind here were nightmares and twisted memories. There was nothing in this town to make her think of it fondly.

In particular, Greg was the person she had been most intimate with, but the fabric that tied them together was close to tatters at this point.

despondent thought crossed her

and Sasha live worry-free when I'm wallowing

grabbed her jacket and pulled it on,

Philip was livid when he found out about Emma stealing five million from Abigail, and he nearly threw her out of the house. Sasha had been so

you doing here? I don't have your money," Philip barked agitatedly when he saw Abigail, thinking that she

and she quickly

hold it against her. We're family, after all, and we can settle this behind closed doors. There's no need to blow things out of proportion, right?

artistic way with words. She didn't offend Abigail in any way, but she certainly did not throw Emma under the bus, either. Unfortunately,

think there are men who are still

down, he'd still feel like he's won the lottery. I'll have Sasha keep an eye out for eligible bachelors for you. We'll get you a man better than Jonathan. The both of you are a thing of the past now, so don't get in a disagreement with your sister over some guy you used

Jonathan? The nerve of this man. If I asked him to keep an eye out for prospective husbands for me, he'd probably

smirk tugged on her lips as she said, "Whether I get married or not is none of your concern. I'm here today for one thing only: I want Emma to throw a press conference and publicly apologize to me for stealing my money, and I also want her to pay compensation. Without doing either of these, then she can forget about settling this out

"Are you out of your

Jonathan leave Emma if she doesn't do as I

in her direction, but it missed her and smashed against the wall behind

radiated from her. "Oh, were you trying to hurt me?

heard this, and he consciously took a step back. Then, realizing that this made him look cowardly, he grew angry and bellowed, "What do you

end up?" she challenged angrily, with a dark fire burning in her eyes. If Philip moved against her now, it would only give her fair reason

was no fool. He was still wary of her after she nearly cut him with a scalpel the last time. As such, he spat furiously, "To hell with you! If you won't turn the other cheek and let this thing with Emma die

on her own to fend off Abigail, she couldn't help the exasperation that seized her. Philip had retreated, but she couldn't because Emma

such animosity, is there? We've already wired the money back to you, anyway, so let's forget about the apology. If Emma were to admit to the crime, she would never be able to marry into the Frasers. Please spare her just this once," she pleaded as tears flowed down her

her to be so considerate when she made trouble for me. Why should I condone her when she's been nothing but horrible to me?" After that, she rose and stormed out of

thought that coming by to provoke Sasha and the others would make her feel better, but after seeing the woman's melodramatic and pretentious face,

the latter might make good on her threat and strike her, so she chased after her instead as she cried, "Abigail, don't be like this! Emma's still your sister at the end of the day; there's no point in starting

did not entertain Sasha's pleading as she slid into the car,

some point, the rain started drizzling from the

scenery here was familiar, but it

her window. The breeze and a misty rain drifted into the vehicle, and while it

streets hurried home. A self-effacing smile plastered itself across her face as she thought, Everyone seems