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.

that the police were going to take Abigail to their cruiser. He rushed to stop them, saying, "Officer, she's a

his name and cut him off so frigidly that he couldn't help gaping at

"Huh?"

here and wait for the agent from the insurance company to

clearly so intimidated by her that he

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

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

other line, Greg's

ran someone down with her car. The girl who got knocked seemed pretty 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 easy on Abbie? It's not

Abigail? Frightened? Hah! Who would have thought that

hummed plainly in response and ended the call. Grabbing his coat, he announced 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 I come back." Then, he hurried

was being 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 the nurse manning the counter immediately showed him

the crash, and she was currently undergoing the life-saving surgical procedure. For the time being,

all these, Greg paid the bill for her surgery and subsequent hospitalization, then left his phone number as contact. After he had settled all this, he drove over to the police

received feedback from the insurance company right after she had given her statement to the police. It was determined that she was not entirely at fault, seeing as the girl had cycled out to the road without warning, which was tantamount to reckless maneuvering. As such, Abigail was only unlucky to start the car and knocked her

back and await further information. They still

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

just walked out the door when she saw Greg leaning

was handsome. There was an insouciant and roguish edge to him that only added to his charm, though there was no denying his elegance.

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 what was on his mind. When he

I'll drop

transfer the money for

he was already used to having her

the bill after this. There are still a few more cars in my garage; you could pick out whichever you

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

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

I want to make

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,

he

by his efforts, but she hid it

He had a steady grip on the steering wheel as he added, "There's a new jacket in the backseat. I wasn't sure if you'd like it, but make do with it for now, or you'll give people a heart attack with your current get-up.

where the nanny was, because surely there was no need

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

thinking too much of it, she shrugged off the bloodstained jacket she was wearing and shoved it