Not One, But Two!

Chapter 75

Abigail's heart leaped to her throat. Without wasting another second, she unclipped her seatbelt and hurtled down from the car.

Worried that she might be overreacting, Jonathan cried out, "Abbie, don't go over there! What if this is all part of a syndicate's plan?"

Abigail had half the mind to sew his lips together with needle and thread. She couldn't fathom why he would think a syndicate was involved in this when the person had been hit and sent flying across the street. No syndicate would be this dedicated to their work!

Decidedly ignoring him, she hastened over to the still figure lying in the middle of the road to inspect the damage. She had run into a girl who looked to be in her twenties. The impact must have been strong because it knocked her out entirely, and blood was pooling beneath her unmoving figure. Everyone who had gathered to inspect the scene of the accident couldn't hide their astonishment at this.

Abigail quickly assessed the girl's injuries and whipped out her phone to call the police, then dialed 911. When she was done, she crouched down and began to administer emergency first-aid to the girl.

When Jonathan saw this, he hurried to stop her. "Abbie, listen to me: drive away from here and leave the rest to me, okay? I'll handle this, so don't worry. The girl is decked out in clothes from the bargain bin, which means she isn't someone important. I'll just quiet her with a bit of money when she comes to. If we get her to the hospital, then you'll have plenty more problems to deal with."

"Shut up!" Abigail was outraged as she growled at the prattling man.

Jonathan gulped, and when he eyed Abigail, he suddenly realized just how different she had become. When they were dating back in the day, she had been demure, and she went along with whatever he said. And now, she had grown into a formidable person, and she didn't even spare him a kind look.

But for some reason, he found himself falling harder for Abigail when she was like this. "I'm just looking out for you, Abbie," he said, sounding wounded.

"If you don't stop talking, then get out of my face! Scram!" Abigail carried on with the first aid, and it didn't take long before the ambulance's sirens and the police cruiser resounded down the street.

The police arrived first. "What happened?"

Abigail was still doing CPR as she answered curtly, "A car accident; I'm the one at fault." Her clothes and hands were stained with fresh blood, but she didn't care at all. The only thing that mattered to her was to save the girl.

She stayed on the ground with her knees pressed into the tarmac while she tirelessly administered the emergency first-aid to the victim.

When the ambulance finally pulled up, and the paramedics came down, the girl was whisked onto a trolley bed and hoisted into the idling car.

Abigail turned to address the paramedics, stating, "There might be intracranial bleeding, so run a CT scan as soon as possible."

"Thank you," the paramedics said with a nod of acknowledgment, having seen the professional way she administered first-aid.

After the ambulance sped off with the girl, Jonathan jogged over and held out a bottle of water to Abigail.

However, she did not take the bottle and addressed the police instead, "I was distracted while driving, and I didn't brake on time. The accident was entirely my fault. Do you need to take my statement?"

The police nodded. "Yes, we'll need you to come down to the station with us."

Before she went with them, she took her phone and called the insurance company.

panicked when he saw that the police were going to take Abigail to their cruiser. He rushed to stop them, saying, "Officer, she's a friend of mine. The whole thing isn't like what it seems. See, the thing

cut him off so frigidly

"Huh?"

for the agent

so intimidated by her that he nodded

she had left with the police that he snapped out of his daze and made to stop

"Hey, Uncle Greg, Abbie got into an accident, and the police took

other line, Greg's fist clenched.

badly injured, but don't worry, I'll take care of it. I was just wondering if you could give the police station a call and have them go

Abigail? Frightened? Hah! Who would

to the executives whom he was having a meeting with, "Stop the meeting; I have somewhere I need to be right now. We'll pick up where we left off after

being interrogated, and instead headed to the hospital. "Where's the girl who got hit by a car?" he asked

crash, and she was currently undergoing the life-saving surgical procedure. For the time being, the hospital couldn't get hold of her

bill for her surgery and subsequent hospitalization, then left his phone number

determined that she was not entirely at fault, seeing as the girl had cycled out to the

back and await further information. They still needed to see if the

that Harrion was hell-bent on making life

the police station, but she had only just walked out the door when she saw Greg leaning against his

roguish edge to him that only added to his charm, though there was no denying his elegance. It was strange how a person could have such contradictory traits, but they suited him and

fingers into the air. He didn't take a drag or anything, just held onto the cigarette with a blank look on his face. There was no telling what was on his mind. When he saw

on. I'll drop

car. I'll transfer the money for the

been between them, and he was already used to having her list out everything

"I'll send you the bill after this. There are

her intentions, which had been long conceived, clear by saying, "I'll go to a dealer and pick out a car

door to the passenger seat for her, and she ducked to get into the

off at the hospital? I want to make sure the

need for you to overcompensate. Also, I had someone compile information on the girl, and the docket is in the backseat. Go through it when you're home later. Apparently, she's an orphan, and she has no family. She also just graduated from college and

It was clear to see that he didn't just sit by and do nothing while she was dealing with the aftermath of

but she hid it well

or you'll give people a heart attack with

asked him where the nanny was, because surely there was no need for him to become Alissa's personal chef. That's a lot of dedication for such a

jacket in the backseat and pulled it out of the bag. It was a white blazer that matched the shirt she was

too much of it, she shrugged off the bloodstained jacket she was wearing and shoved it into the paper bag, then pulled on the new