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.

cruiser. He rushed to stop them, saying, "Officer, she's

him off so frigidly that he couldn't help gaping

"Huh?"

wait for the agent from the insurance company to

intimidated by her that

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

reluctantly called Greg. "Hey, Uncle Greg, Abbie got into an accident, and the police took her

line, Greg's fist clenched.

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 easy on Abbie? It's

a little surprised by Jonathan's choice of words. Abigail? Frightened? Hah! Who

meeting; I have somewhere I need to be

interrogated, and instead headed to the hospital. "Where's the girl who got hit by a car?" he asked as soon as he stopped at the front desk, and

girl had suffered intracranial bleeding following the crash, and she was currently undergoing the

for her surgery and subsequent hospitalization, then left his phone number as contact. After he had settled

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

and asked Abigail to go back and await further information. They

poor luck. She was beginning to think that Harrion was hell-bent on making life difficult for her. Not a single good thing had

walked out the door when she saw Greg leaning against his car by the entrance with a cigarette

to him that only added to his charm, though there was no denying his elegance. It was

skeins unfurled from the cigarette between his 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

I'll

for wrecking your car. I'll transfer the money for

and he was already used to

this. There are still

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

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

I want to make sure

and she's still in the operation theater as we speak. You're the one who hit her, so maybe you shouldn't intervene in the procedure. Your skills are great, I know, but there's no 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

see that he didn't just sit by and do

was a little moved by his efforts, but she hid

give people a

was, because surely there was no need for him to become Alissa's personal chef. That's a lot of dedication for such a menial task,

She reached for the jacket in the backseat and pulled it out of the bag.

off the bloodstained jacket she was wearing and shoved it into the paper bag, then pulled on