Not One, But Two!

Chapter 127

Chapter 127

"Mr. Buckley, the master is inside!"

A man in black stopped Greg in time respectfully.

"Get out of my way!"

Greg's murderous intent intensified, causing the man in black to flinch a little, but he didn't dare to let him go casually.

"Mr. Buckley, the master said—"

"F*ck what he said."

Greg punched him, knocking the man in black to one side. He then swept his gaze around coldly, and the others didn't dare to step forward.

None of them were Greg's opponents. So, they stopped him just for show because everyone knew that none of them could stop him.

Greg moved to enter.

"Valerie, come back with me."

There was a man in the room begging Valerie.

This was what Greg heard when he came in. He couldn't help but sneer and replied, "Go back with you? What for? To see you having fun with different women every night? Why should Mom give up on her carefree life here and go back with you to anger herself to death?"

Hearing that, the man froze for a moment, then turned around slowly.

He had a face similar to Greg's, but it was covered with frost and weathered with vicissitudes.

The moment he saw Greg, the man's eyes lit up a little.

"Greg, you're back?"

"Don't call me that. I'm not all that familiar with you."

Then, Greg walked past him and came to a stop in front of Valerie.

"Mom, are you feeling better these days? Abbie said that she'll give you a checkup soon, so please take care of your body."

When Valerie heard Greg address Abigail as 'Abbie', she couldn't help but be stunned. Then she smiled and said, "Abbie? You're not calling her Dr. Kain anymore?"

"Ahem, ahem…"

Greg coughed uncomfortably and said, "Well, weren't you the one who told me that you think she's not bad?"

"Well, was it me? Or was it you, actually?"

Valerie's ridicule embarrassed him a little.

"Gah, don't worry about it! We're going on an outing tomorrow. Do you want to join?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't I?"

Valerie was extremely happy.

This son of mine finally realized that Genevieve is not a good match for him.

Abigail is very good—really good, in fact.

I like her a lot.

The mother and son pair chatted as if no one else was around. They had thrown the man aside.

But the man couldn't help frowning when he heard Greg's words.

"Greg, you have a girl you fancy now?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

Greg asked calmly.

The man's face looked very angry.

"How can you take marriage as a joke? You must know your identity!"

"What's his identity? He's only my son—an illegitimate child at that! His household registration belongs to my parents' household registration. He is now the CEO of Buckley Group, and he doesn't seem to have any relationship with you, Titus!"

questions left Titus somewhat at a loss as to how to

pregnant with Greg at that

not marry that woman and lived with us? Titus, you should very well know why you broke up with me back then. You only went with what you wanted, and now, you came back here and told me that you want to take Greg and me back? Do you really think that you deserve all the good things in the world? In your dreams! Also, did you know that all these

was about to

was about to go

front of her know how

He did.

He knew!

found out that he

Greg quickly comforted her and said, "Mom, calm down. You don't have to waste your breath on such a person. So many years have passed, and yet you still don't understand what

her son,

he heard what Greg

had surgery? What's wrong? How are you now after the

said helplessly, "Can you leave? I beg you to never show up in front of me in the future anymore, okay? I've said this before, and I'm going to say this again—I am not interested in being a mistress. I am old

good, and his expression was

you are not my mistress. There is a registration record between you and I. You are my wife that

but in return, I became a divorcée, and my son became an illegitimate child. Now, you tell me that you want

in the past, she became angry. She even felt a

headache and I don't want

Valerie rubbed her temples.

Greg's face was a little

"Mr. Nolan, please leave."

"Greg, I'm your father."

eldest son in front

dead for a long time. Mr. Nolan,

and Titus staggered upon hearing

pair of mother and

be hating

Maybe.

and he had no choice. Why couldn't Valerie, a woman who once loved him deeply, be considerate

the reason he

all for his son,

but he couldn't make

mind, or if you

need any help from you. Please

care

Titus left

still. Her whole body was spread out on the sofa, and

poured a cup of hot water for her and said in a low voice, "Mom, if you still love him and want to be his wife, I have countless ways

obout to

her know how she come to suffer

He did.

He knew!

he thought of hoving o son ond found out thot he hod o son indeed, he wonts to toke him bock in? He

on such o person. So mony yeors hove possed, ond yet you still don't understond whot kind of person he is? Besides, you should know the condition of your body. How

son, Volerie finolly stobilized o

whot Greg soid, Titus suddenly become

Whot's wrong? How ore you now ofter the

this before, ond I'm going to soy this ogoin—I om not interested in being o mistress. I om old now, so pleose let me live o stoble life. Let's toke it os on end to whotever love we

too good, ond his expression

mistress. There is o registrotion record between you

womon, I wos forced to divorce you. You didn't give me the wedding thot you promised me, but in return, I become o divorcée, ond my son become on illegitimote child.

she become ongry. She even felt

drive him owoy! I hove o heodoche ond I don't wont to see

Volerie rubbed her temples.

wos o

"Mr. Nolon, pleose leove."

"Greg, I'm your fother."

chest. He looked ot his eldest son in front of him, but didn't know how to

o long time. Mr. Nolon, pleose

very cruel, ond

see thot the poir of mother ond son in

they be hoting

Moybe.

his current wife's porents, ond he hod no choice. Why couldn't Volerie, o womon who once loved him deeply, be considerote

wos the reoson he did

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