Not One, But Two!

Chapter 194

Greg couldn't resist flicking Abigail's forehead when he saw the blank look on her face. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," Abigail answered, only to belatedly realize how submissive she sounded.

Fortunately for her, Benjamin had already pulled up outside the hospital in time to save her from flushing in embarrassment. When the partition wound down, he said quietly, "Mr. Buckley, Ma'am, we're here."

"Go find a parking space and wait for my call," Greg instructed.

"Got it."

After that, Greg got out of the car with Abigail.

They carried the things they had gotten for Amy and made their way into her hospital room. Presently, the woman was asleep.

Amy had suffered from grave injuries, and she had no objections to Abigail hiring a caretaker for her. She knew that her duty right now was to recuperate and lessen the chances of her body suffering from any post-injury side effects.

Upon registering Abigail's arrival, the caretaker made to wake Amy up. However, Abigail stopped her.

Amy didn't look like she was sleeping soundly at all. Her features were scrunched up in pain, and a sheen of cold sweat had broken out over her forehead.

The caretaker grabbed a warm towel to dab off the sweat, but Abigail took it over and said, "Here, let me."

Meanwhile, Greg didn't want to see Abigail tire herself out, but because Amy was someone she truly cared about, he let the matter drop.

Knowing that she would want to spend some time alone with Amy, he promptly said, "I'm going to go out for a smoke."

Abigail nodded.

After he left, she devoted her energy into taking care of Amy by rearranging her covers and wiping the sweat off her forehead. Amy must have sensed her presence at one point, for she slowly opened her eyes and gasped. "Dr. Kain? What are you doing here?"

She tried to sit up, but Abigail pressed her down firmly on the bed and said, "No, don't get up. Just lie down and get the rest you need. I've already called my mentor, and he told me he would fly in to personally see to your injuries."

Abigail's mentor was a first-rate medical professor who was renowned globally, but he hardly ever took on a case. Amy certainly hadn't expected Abigail to call him up and have him come over just to treat her injuries.

"I'm fine, Dr. Kain. There's no need to trouble Professor Blackwell with my case."

"I think I can tell if there's a need for him to drop by. Besides, you only got injured because of my severe oversight. I didn't protect you well enough; if anything happened to you, or if you had any long-term side effects after this, I'd never be able to forgive myself."

Abigail meant what she said. There weren't a lot of people that she cared about in her lifetime, but once she started caring for them, she would cherish and protect them at all costs. After all, she couldn't bear to see them hurt.

Amy was touched by this, and her eyes grew misty with fresh tears. However, she made no reply.

scrolled through it until she found the apology video that Genevieve had made during the livestream. Then, she sent it to Amy. "This is her apology, but

of tackling them as she was lazy. She didn't think there was a deadline for when revenge was

on the edge of their seats as they tried and failed to anticipate her next move, and the psychological torture that came from toying with their anxiety was far more cathartic than physical

idle if someone she cared about was hurt by others, and she certainly did not want to drag out the

such an apology to be rendered

suffered on-the-job injuries for which I must be accountable as your superior. Surely it is only my obligation to stand up to that woman for

air of formality, but Amy could hear the warm concern in her tone nonetheless. She smiled and asked, "What do

for her to headline the tabloids with her epic fall from grace. Also, I

was more than aware that she could never be capable enough to stand up for herself and exact vengeance on someone as prominent as Genevieve. That said, Abigail didn't have to go to such lengths just to avenge her,

and said,

how to defend yourself in my absence. Even if it meant betraying me, you could have gone along with what she said. After

not comfort Amy. The woman disagreed with her vehemently and replied, "No, if I can't live as a person with principles and boundaries, and if I were to abandon them under threat, there's no way I will go far in life. Dr. Kain, I

saw the steely glint in Amy's eyes and felt warmth course through her. Her heart softened as she

Amy replied

Abigail didn't leave until she had given Amy several more reminders. She also

regained composure as she said

promised with a smile before she left the

was when she saw the tall and handsome figure standing at the

smoked, but she felt butterflies in her stomach when she saw how good

though sensing Abigail's gaze on him, Greg turned around. She saw the devoted look in his eyes that made her feel as though she had

cigarette and met her halfway.

"Let's go. I'm a little

said this, her

Shack is just around the corner. How about we grab a bite there?" Greg asked a little hesitantly. After all, Jose's Burrito Shack was, as per its name, a shack. He wasn't sure how Abigail, being the great doctor that she was, would feel about

astonishment, she

brief moment, he was at a loss for words. "You know that

her head to one side, and her eyes glimmered in mild amusement as she asked, "You didn't seem to mind it being a shack when

gaze and mumbled, "No, but I did have my doubts after that. Anyway, the burritos are good. I'd say

all about the flavor of the food and the person you're eating with. I'm not too concerned about what the place looks like or where it is," she pointed out before linking

you're eating with, huh? Not the place? He began to realize

up on the streets, and there was no changing that fact. He didn't care much about what he ate, and he

that his social circle expanded to include members of the elite, and after that, he had been forced to join

he brought Genevieve out to places like that, she would look upon him with contempt and tell him that he was a commoner regardless of his success; this had traumatized him

terrified that Abigail might treat him with the same disdain Genevieve had, but he couldn't be more wrong. No one could possibly fathom

piggy-back you over to the shack; it's just right across the street from

eyes glistened. No one had ever given her a piggy-back ride before, and there had been times in her childhood when she was envious of other children whose fathers let