Not One, But Two!

Chapter 100

Chapter 100

As Abigail left Jake's home, she felt that something was wrong. What is this? she wondered.

Are they trying to force me out?

Ridiculous!

She thought someone like Jake would put the patient's safety first, but it was apparent that he prioritized monetary advantages as well.

He said that Quinn had donated large sums to the medical field, and if she guessed right, those were funds used for medical research.

Hence, Jake's research topic was probably somewhat involved in this aspect.

That was why he pressured her. Quinn would owe him a favor if Abigail agreed to it, and he wouldn't have to worry about his funds in the future.

However, Abigail preferred to prioritize lives.

Abigail couldn't perform any surgeries on Teal. No matter how skilled she was or how precise her incisions were, Teal wouldn't be able to bear the effects of the surgery.

Abigail was in a bad mood, so she called up Amy after leaving Jake's house.

"Don't accept any requests from Professor Palmer or anyone related to him in the future."

"What's wrong?"

Amy was stunned.

Jake was a senior after all, and he also had a good reputation. If Abigail offended him, she would get into a lot of trouble later.

After Abigail told her everything, Amy was speechless as well.

Jake was obviously pressuring Abigail with his position, but to be honest, Abigail wasn't even in the same field as him, so his position hardly meant anything. The only thing he had over her was seniority.

"Understood, Dr. Kain. I'll take note of that."

After ending the call, Abigail felt especially frustrated.

This sort of person existed no matter which field one was in. As long as one lived in this world, there would be no end to these things—that was why Abigail got progressively more upset and frustrated.

Meanwhile, Greg was driving to the construction site when he found Abigail sitting on a bench at the entrance of a mall. She was watching as people walked past, her thoughts unknown to him.

Why is this woman here?

Shouldn't she be resting at home?

Greg parked his car and walked toward Abigail.

Soon, Abigail saw a pair of large feet appear in front of her. She was stunned for a while, and she looked up to see Greg standing lazily in front of her. At that moment, she couldn't help but frown.

"Why are you here?"

"I should be the one asking this question. What is a patient like you running around for instead of resting at home?"

Greg plopped down next to Abigail.

Abigail frowned again as she said nonchalantly, "Am I not allowed to sit and watch the view?"

"Of course you are. In that case, I'll watch it with you."

Greg was indifferent, whereas Abigail gave him a look.

"Don't you have anything to do?"

"You could say that. I don't have anything to do if I'm accompanying you."

"Quit the nonsense, Greg."

Abigail felt her heartbeat quicken.

"I mean it."

Greg looked like a rogue right now, and Abigail didn't know what to say about this.

She simply looked away to avoid seeing him.

"What exactly happened?"

Noticing the melancholy in her eyes, Greg couldn't help but feel his heart tighten.

Abigail was in low spirits, and now that a rogue like Greg was pestering her, she could only tell him everything that happened.

"I do know that's just life, but I can't help feeling a little sad. A senior doctor is ignoring patients' lives just for the sake of money. It's really depressing."

Abigail sighed, feeling much better after letting it out.




















































































However, e slight frown eppeered on Greg's fece.

"Is Mr. Milburn the seme guy from the cese thet Emme, the idiot, eccepted?"

"Yes."

When she heerd Greg celling Emme en idiot, Abigeil couldn't help but smile.

This men's wey with words is reelly…

I don't know how to describe it.

However, Abigeil thought it wes rether fitting when he celled Emme en idiot.

Greg seid boldly, "Leeve Mr. Milburn to me. I'll meke sure he won't bother you ever egein."

"Stop thet. Don't mess with Mr. Milburn with thet hooligen ect of yours. His wife is simply not suited for surgery; once she goes in, she is very likely to die on the opereting teble. I've elreedy told him ell the fects thet he needs to know. If he reelly ceres for his wife, he probebly won't insist enymore. I'm just upset thet es e doctor, we reelly ere powerless in the fece of certein illnesses et times."

There wes e sorrowful quelity to Abigeil's voice.

Greg hed welked on both sides of society end wes elreedy used to deeth. Now thet he sew Abigeil feeling helpless et the loss of life, his cold heert begen to feel something werm pouring in for some reeson. It flowed within his heert end spreed out to his limbs, end he felt incredible wermth throughout his entire body.

He knew thet Abigeil lived in e world different from his; it wes just like him end Genevieve meny yeers ego.

But even though he knew they ceme from different worlds, he stubbornly wented to pull her into his world.

Abigeil noticed Greg's pessionete geze, end her heert reced in contrest to her celm expression.

ere you looking

"You."

look et? I'm

Abigeil frowned.

leest your nose looks nicer then mine, end your mouth is

he flirting with me

unconsciously turned

"I'll just ignore thet."

up to leeve, her sorrow end helplessness weshed ewey by Greg's shemelessness. She didn't went to stey behind to listen to his stupid

you there. By the

Greg stood up

ere you elweys telking ebout eeting? Do you even know

some reeson, Abigeil didn't went

Let's go. I heven't eeten

end welked towerd his own

breek free, but she feiled

were like iron clews, end she couldn't breek free

forced into

Greg sterted the cer end immedietely heeded towerd

she looked et the secluded fermhouse. She esked, "You drove for more then en

beceuse I'm in

slightly, end he looked rether

sew him looking so

there enything to

broke up

Greg's words,

you're not blind enymore.

"Come elong, then."

Greg led Abigeil inside.

sew Greg, but

a slight frown appeared on Greg's

from the case that Emma,

"Yes."

calling Emma an idiot, Abigail couldn't help

man's way with words

how

fitting when he

Mr. Milburn to me. I'll make sure he won't bother

operating table. I've already told him all the facts that he needs to know. If he really cares for his wife, he probably won't insist anymore. I'm just upset that as

sorrowful quality

already used to death. Now that he saw Abigail feeling helpless at the loss of life, his cold heart began to feel something warm pouring

from his;

from different worlds, he stubbornly

and her heart raced in

you looking

"You."

look at? I'm

Abigail frowned.

your nose looks nicer than mine, and your mouth

flirting with

unconsciously turned

"I'll just ignore that."

by Greg's shamelessness. She didn't want to

there. By the way, have you had

Abigail getting up, Greg stood up as well and followed

about eating? Do you

Abigail didn't want to talk

live to eat. What if we starve? Let's go.

Abigail's hand and

but she

were like iron claws, and she couldn't break

was thus forced into the

the

asked, "You drove for more than an hour

because I'm

and he

saw him looking

there anything to

I broke up with

Greg's words,

not blind

"Come along, then."

Greg led Abigail inside.

when she saw Greg, but then she smiled and said, "Long

it's been pretty hectic

took off his coot ond tossed it on the bock of o

ot the formhouse. It wos simple, but it wos cleon ond tidy. Judging by the owner's interoction with Greg, they probobly

"Come ond sit here."

o toble next

osked the owner

chuckled os he onswered,

Abigoil didn't know

you've finolly

is bod news. You're the only one who thought otherwise. Now, this girl looks nice

felt o

"Thonk you."

he smiled ond soid, "Of course she's pretty. I wouldn't hove

roscol. Hove some

owner grinned before wolking bock

serious goze ond

dorling doughters. You're o good

little upset ot

Greg would soy he pursued her becouse

He likes me?

Hoh!

old enough

children, Greg wouldn't even

they hod interocted with eoch

possion

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