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.

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 I'll

didn't think there was a

idle, and she didn't care about picking fights with them. She knew she was keeping them 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

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

apology video. Even though she was aware that Abigail had forced such an apology to be rendered in the first place, Amy felt thankful since really needed to hear it. "Thank

I must be accountable as your superior. Surely it is

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

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that she could never be capable enough to stand up for herself and exact vengeance on someone as prominent

moved that she grabbed Abigail's hand and said, "Dr. Kain, I'll dedicate my life

yourself in my absence. Even if it meant betraying me, you could

if I were

her. Her heart softened as she said,

replied with

leave until she had given Amy several more reminders. She also told

she quickly regained composure as she said

with a smile before

the tall and handsome figure standing at

liked men who smoked, but she felt butterflies in her stomach when she saw how good Greg looked; he was bathed in sunlight, and cigarette smoke unfurled over

look in his eyes that made her feel as though she had found where she belonged,

deftly snubbed the cigarette and met her halfway. "You

response. "Let's go. I'm

this, her hand fluttered to

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

to his astonishment, she

was at a loss for words. "You know that it's just a shack,

to one side, and her eyes glimmered in mild amusement as she asked, "You didn't seem

his gaze and mumbled, "No, but I did have my doubts after that.

for? A meal is all about the flavor of the food and the person you're eating with. I'm not too concerned

person you're eating with,

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

was only after Buckley Group had legitimized its activities that his social circle expanded to include members of the elite, and after that, he had

places like that, she would look upon him with contempt and tell him that he was

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

on, I'll piggy-back you over to the shack; it's just right across the street from here," Greg offered as he

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