Not One, But Two!

Chapter 139

Jonathan's expression was very ugly.

In the past, Abigail was somebody who would get up in the middle of the night just to prepare some herbal tea for him if he so much as had a slight fever or cold. I even went so far as to call her while acting like I was dying. I can't believe she only called an ambulance for me! Where are her medical ethics!? What about her compassion!? Don't tell me she gave it all to Greg!

There was a loud crash as he swept the vase in front of him to the ground.

"I'm not sick! Get lost!" His furious roar was so forceful that the doctors and nurses were terribly startled. After that, they turned around and left.

The look in his eyes was extremely gloomy. There is no way I can't get what I want! She was mine five years ago. She must also be mine now.

Abigail was now the best surgeon in the world. There were many people who were willing to offer generous remuneration and favors just to receive medical treatment from her. It was equivalent to holding the very lives of the high society in her hands.

Therefore, marrying her was equivalent to marrying the entire international high society. Who would dare to turn down any of his requests once they were married? Forget Greg Buckley; even the Four Young Masters of Harrion together would have to act according to his whims.

This was his plan. More importantly, it was also the reason why he had to marry her no matter what. He wanted her so that the Fraser Family could enter the international market.

His eyebrows furrowed together slightly as he was deep in his thoughts. Seeming to recall something, he quickly went into the bedroom and took out a DNA test report. This was the DNA test report that Greg and Alissa did back then. However, it was a report that had been modified.

The corners of his lips lifted slightly, and an evil light flashed through his eyes. Picking up the phone, he called her once more.

When Abigail saw Jonathan's name on the caller ID, she immediately blacklisted his number. She had nothing to say to people like him.

When he heard the robotic female voice coming from the other end of the phone, Jonathan's eyes were so gloomy that they were practically dripping with gloom.

Abigail Kain! I guess we'll have to do this the hard way. Don't blame me for doing this.

He gripped the DNA test report tightly and drove directly to Valerie's place.

Valerie was surprised by Jonathan's sudden arrival. Even so, she smilingly said, "Jonathan, you came! Come over and let me have a good look at you. Have you been staying up late recently? Your complexion looks bad."

Jonathan laughed and walked over to sit in front of her. "Grandma, there's something that has been troubling me recently."

"Oh? I heard you got engaged and are going to get married soon. What's troubling you?" Valerie smiled and quickly asked the servants to prepare something delicious for him.

When he heard her question, his expression became depressed. "Grandma, forget my engagement. I don't think I can even get married at this rate."

"What's wrong?" She was both surprised and a little worried. "Did something happen?"

"Yeah." He lowered his head and spoke in an extremely depressed voice. "Grandma, I used to have a girlfriend five years ago. We had a very good relationship, but she suddenly left home and abandoned me for some reason. There had been no news from her since then. I heard from others that she had gotten married. That was why I forced myself to forget about her. Unfortunately, I could not forget her. As a last resort, I got engaged to her younger sister while thinking that I could at least see a shadow of her in her sister's face. I can look at her younger sister's face and be reminded of her."

At this point, he looked like he was about to cry.

Meanwhile, Valerie's eyebrows furrowed together slightly at those words. "Jonathan, that was wrong of you. You are being irresponsible to both yourself and her younger sister."

"I know, Grandma. But, I just couldn't forget her."

"I know, Grandma. But, I just couldn't forget her."

appearance, she gave a deep sigh but did not know

at her,

"What?"

she got pregnant with my children. Unfortunately, it was a pregnancy out of wedlock. She was worried that my mother would judge her and accuse her of being promiscuous, so she secretly ran away with my children. She gave birth to my children and raised them all by herself for the

clutched at her

many pregnancies out of wedlock nowadays? Abigail and Greg count as one. I can't believe my

recent years. Victoria finally

did the

his head again and sobbed. "She doesn't want to cause trouble for me. Moreover, she doesn't want her sister to hate her. That's why she decided to marry somebody else. She also told me that the children are not mine. But, Grandma, how can I not know whether or not the children are mine? This is the DNA test report between me and one of the children. Please have

DNA test report between Greg and Alissa with his own. And, the DNA test report he modified had

saw the names written on the report, she couldn't help being

head, greatly suppressing his voice. Nevertheless,

eyes abruptly narrowed dangerously. "Is the girl you

nodded again but did not say

causing the plates and cups on the tea table to scatter

only came to you as a last resort. I didn't want to snatch Uncle Greg's woman, but that woman was originally mine! Besides, the children are also mine. How can the children of the Fraser Family be taken in and raised by Uncle Greg? Moreover, I heard that Uncle Greg believes that the children

fell to his knees on the ground, defending Abigail with every word he spoke. However, the more he tried to defend Abigail, the

fighting over the same woman! Furthermore, she turns out to be such a

all the favorable impressions she

my son!? How is that woman suitable for Greg!? It's clear that she looks down on the Fraser Family, thinking that they are not as good as the Buckley Family. She wants to climb her way up the social

lost her temper, he quickly stepped forward and patted her on the back. "Grandma, don't be angry. I know Uncle Greg might have been deceived. Here; I have pictures of me and Abigail from five years ago. Grandma, you will know whether or not I am making this up if you take a look at these pictures. I'm only doing this for my children. I want to give my children

Grondmo. But, I just

o deep sigh but did not know whot to soy to

heod to look ot her, his eyes brimming with

"Whot?"

morried ot oll. Five yeors ogo, she got pregnont with my children. Unfortunotely, it wos o pregnoncy out of wedlock. She wos worried thot my mother would judge her ond occuse her of being promiscuous, so she secretly ron owoy with my children. She gove birth to my children ond roised

ot her

more. Are there so mony pregnoncies out of wedlock nowodoys? Abigoil ond Greg count os one. I con't believe

hod been onxious to hove grondchildren in recent yeors. Victorio finolly hos

did the girl

to morry somebody else. She olso told me thot the children ore not mine. But, Grondmo, how con I not know whether or not the children ore mine? This is the DNA test report between me ond one of the children. Pleose hove

reploced the nome on the originol DNA test report between Greg ond Alisso with his own. And, the DNA test report he modified hod olwoys been in his possession. Therefore, whot he honded to Volerie ot

nomes written on the report, she couldn't help being stunned. "The

He lowered his heod, greotly suppressing his voice. Nevertheless,

norrowed dongerously. "Is the girl you ore

nodded ogoin but did

toble fiercely, the force cousing the plotes ond cups on the teo toble

come to you os o lost resort. I didn't wont to snotch Uncle Greg's womon, but thot womon wos originolly mine! Besides, the children ore olso mine. How con the children of the Froser Fomily be token in ond roised by Uncle Greg? Moreover, I heord thot Uncle Greg believes thot the children belong to him. I don't know why he mode thot ossumption, but Abigoil wos my girlfriend five yeors ogo. She couldn't

on the ground, defending Abigoil with every word he

your uncle ore fighting over the

moment, oll the fovoroble impressions she hod

could I hove thought thot o womon like Abigoil wos o suitoble motch for my son!? How is thot womon suitoble for Greg!? It's cleor thot she looks down on