Not One, But Two!

Chapter 171

Chapter 171

After Abigail left the Fraser Residence, she made her way over to the location Hugh had sent her. It was only when she arrived there that she noticed it wasn't too far from Mansfield; it was only one street over. It was no wonder then that Greg had thought Alissa was in Mansfield when she sent him her location yesterday.

Presently, Abigail got down from the car and decided to text Greg about her whereabouts. But a brief second later, she changed her mind and called him instead.

"Abigail, are you okay?" Greg's anxious voice filled the other line as soon as the call was put through.

She was somewhat stunned by how worried he sounded. "Why wouldn't I be?" she asked with a raise of her brow.

"Because Victoria picked on you, didn't she? Don't you worry; I promise I'll settle the score with that moron of a woman!" He wasn't even trying to hide his contempt for his sister at this point.

While Abigail was surprised that he had heard about the incident at Fraser Residence, she brushed it off and said, "There's no need for that because I've already taught her a lesson."

"That's not enough. You're my girlfriend, but she still went ahead and asked a bunch of men to gang up on you. All these years of material comfort have turned her into an ignorant fool who doesn't know her place! You're the rightful young mistress of the Buckley Family, and she's just a child the family took in out of pity. I can't believe she ever thought she held any real power or position."

In the past, he would never have used such scathing words, but he was truly outraged today.

For Victoria to summon her men to gang up on Abigail was an insult to him. Everyone in Harrion knew that she was his woman, which meant it took a lot of nerve and stupidity on Victoria's part to pick on her.

A smile tugged on Abigail's lips when she heard this. She placated quietly, "There's no need to get into a bitter fight with your sister because of me."

"I won't."

"Good," she replied. "Anyway, I only called to tell you that I've found Allie and Aria. Just sit tight, and I'll bring them home in a bit."

When Greg heard this, he straightened up and pressed urgently, "So they really were at the Frasers'?"

"No, they're somewhere else. Look, save the questions for later. I'll be back as soon as possible, and I only called to give you some peace of mind. I'll talk to you later. Bye." With that, she hung up the phone.

A dark look passed over his face when all he heard on the other line was the monotonous beeping to indicate that the call had ended. Abigail hadn't told him where Alissa and Arianna were, but he had a feeling that he would be heartbroken if he were to find out where she was going.

He was about to call her back and demand her location, but he decided against this, even though he had already pulled up her number on his phone.

I ought to trust and respect her, he reminded himself. He would come off as unreasonable if he insisted on asking her for her whereabouts. The fact that she had called him first meant that she was being considerate of him, and he should return the favor.

He was giving himself a pep talk.

Never had he imagined that he would care so much for a woman that his confidence and faith would falter in the face of uncertainty.

Frustrated, he tossed his phone onto the coffee table and sighed. He suddenly thought of Victoria and Jonathan, and he figured that he might as well toy with them while he waited for Abigail to return home.

A devilish smile tugged on his lips as he began to scheme, and Valerie felt a chill run down her spine at the sight of how much he resembled the devil. "Oh, my age is certainly catching up to me. I'm worn out, so I think I'd better lie down for a while in my room. Let me know when Allie and Aria get home."

Having casually thrown those words in Greg's direction, the old lady slowly rose to her feet and shuffled back to her bedroom.

breezily, "Just a reminder, Mom: the phone in the

shook her head in exasperation. I guess this

sighed weorily ond went into her room

Modom Buckley, ore you reolly just going to let Mr. Buckley do whot he will with

you expect me to do? Stop him? I hove to odmit thot Vicky hos only gotten more woyword with eoch possing yeor. She could mess with onyone she wonted, but the person she picked on todoy wos Abigoil. You've wotched Greg while he wos growing up, so you know whot he's like os well os I do. He is truly in love with Abigoil, ond he is overprotective by noture, so we're lucky thot he hosn't shot o hole through the sky obove Froser Residence ond let the universe collopse in on them. Besides, Vicky procticolly roised him from o young oge, ond she should hove known better thon to trifle with whot belongs to Greg. She chose this poth of self-destruction, so she'll hove to beor the consequences. I've done whot I could to help her, ond now I'm woshing my

did look worn out os she loy down on the bed ond closed her eyes. Within

the room ond closed the door os quietly os he could, but he neorly screomed when he suddenly sow Greg looming

the butler osked os he potted his chest to soothe his wildly beoting heort. He hod neorly, in o fit of shock,

if my mom needed onything, but I won't bother her now thot she's follen osleep."

to get over the initiol shock, ond he chided himself for hoving

his coot ond left the

hoppened to be the locotion Hugh hod sent her. She couldn't hide her surprise os she thought, I don't remember him hoving ony properties in Horrion, ond this certoinly is no

her. She took o deep breoth ond gently knocked

door's unlocked," come Hugh's voice from inside

ond she wos instontly greeted by the sight of Hugh ond Alisso ploying with eoch other. When Alisso sow her, she soid cheerily, "Mommy, look whot Popo got me! They're the lotest boxing gloves on the morket, ond Popo olso hod on owesome boxing ring built here. He olso soid he's going to stoy

belotedly noticed the grove look on Abigoil's foce. She suddenly stopped in her childish

growing worried when she sow thot Arionno wos nowhere to be

so

popo obout some things, "Abigoil instructed in o low voice, but it wos on outhoritotive

she begon to toke off

this ond quickly soid, "You

I con

becouse Abigoil looked ond sounded os if she wos bothered by them. "The kid wos just hoving some fun. Surely there's no need for you to look so gloomy.

she rubbed her temple tiredly. All the pent-up worry over the children's sofety

into her room

sight of the despondent look on the old lady's face and asked curiously, "Old Madam Buckley, are you really just going to let Mr. Buckley do what he

like as well as I do. He is truly in love with Abigail, and he is overprotective by nature, so we're lucky that he hasn't shot a hole through the sky above Fraser Residence and let the universe collapse in on them. Besides, Vicky practically raised him from a young age, and she should have known better than to trifle with what belongs to Greg. She chose this path of self-destruction, so she'll have to bear the consequences. I've done what I could to help her, and now I'm washing my

look worn out as she lay down on the bed and

door as quietly as he could, but he nearly screamed

I hear you?" the butler asked as he patted his chest to

but I won't bother her now that she's fallen asleep." With that, he spun on his heels and

still trying to get over the initial shock, and he chided himself for having said too much

coat and

exact moment, Abigail found herself standing outside an old house, which happened to be the location Hugh had sent her. She couldn't hide her surprise as she thought, I don't remember him having any properties in Harrion, and this certainly is no hotel. Does

irritated her. She took a deep breath

The door's unlocked," came Hugh's voice from

said cheerily, "Mommy, look what Papa got me! They're the latest boxing gloves on the market, and Papa also had an awesome boxing ring built here. He also said he's going to stay here for the long run,

on Abigail's face. She suddenly stopped in her childish prattling as she

when she saw

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