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.

Amy. "This is her apology, but I'll make her family pay for what she has done as well. I'll unleash upon them the

there was a

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 far

and she certainly did not want to drag out

such an apology to be rendered in

thank me. You're my assistant, and you've 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

but Amy could hear the warm concern in

her to headline the tabloids with her epic fall from grace. Also, I handed all evidence of the Leynthalls' blackmailing activities and money-laundering through

someone as prominent as Genevieve.

that she grabbed Abigail's hand and said, "Dr.

I want your life for? Silly thing. I won't always be here for you, so you'll have to learn how to defend yourself in my absence. Even if

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

in Amy's eyes and felt warmth course through her. Her heart softened as she said, "That'll do, Amy. Get

Amy replied

she had given Amy several more reminders. She also told her that Greg had bought her all

quickly regained composure as she said quietly,

Abigail promised with a smile before she left

was when she saw the tall and handsome

in her stomach when she saw how good Greg looked; he was bathed in sunlight, and cigarette

Abigail's gaze on him, Greg turned around. She saw the devoted look in his eyes that made her feel as though she had found where she belonged, and she walked toward him

snubbed the cigarette and met her

"Let's go.

her

Jose's Burrito Shack was, as per its name, a shack. He wasn't sure how Abigail, being the great doctor

his astonishment, she replied nonchalantly,

words. "You know that it's just a shack, right? Are you sure you

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

but I did have my doubts after that. Anyway, the burritos are good. I'd

A meal is 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

could smell the faint fragrance of her, and it soothed him very much. The person you're eating with, huh? Not the place? He began to realize

he had grown up on the streets, and there was no changing that fact. He didn't care much about what he ate, and he would happily sit down at any shabby diner if it meant he could fill

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

diners. Whenever he brought Genevieve out to places like that, she would look upon him with contempt and tell him that he was a commoner regardless

be more wrong. No one could possibly fathom the happiness he felt when she told him she was fine with eating

the shack; it's just right across the street from here," Greg offered as he crouched down

there had been times in her childhood when she was envious of other children whose fathers let them ride on their shoulders. As she took in the strong outline of Greg's back, she felt