Not One, But Two!

Chapter 226

It was because Abigail knew Valerie would back Greg up that she didn't rush over immediately when he said he wouldn't be moving alone.

However, it surprised her that Valerie would bring a surgeon along.

Clearly, Old Madam Buckley had envisaged every possible situation.

This was not something any ordinary elderly lady would've thought of, or Abigail should say this was a habit developed from countless practical training.

Abigail had a whole new recognition of this elderly lady before her eyes after recalling Charlotte's words. "Sorry, that was rude of me," she apologized as her tone softened.

Valerie waved her hand, probably surprised that Abigail would apologize. "We've sought help from other doctors, but none of them dared to do it. I'm sure you're aware of Greg's temper. He forbade anyone to find or inform you because he didn't want you to worry. Since you're here now, can you please take a look at him?"

Valerie was no longer self-aggrandizing as she was only a mother worried about her son's life.

Abigail nodded in agreement and entered the operation room. Even when she had mentally prepared herself, Greg's bloody body still took her by surprise.

"Benjamin, hot water."

She couldn't stand seeing Greg this unkempt. He shouldn't be this filthy even when he’s severely injured. The Greg she knew was mighty and exuberant, someone everyone respected and looked up to.

At that, Abigail's heart couldn't help aching, and her eyes turned red-rimmed.

Valerie dared not look inside until Benjamin brought water into the theater, after which she sneaked a peak to find Abigail wringing a hot towel to wipe Greg's face with.

The woman was all focused, and her gaze was nothing but gentle. The affections beneath her eyes, too, were laid bare, and Valerie suddenly felt awful. Similarly, she was once a woman who yearned for love, so why did she have to be so fussy about her son's?

Greg loved Abigail, and though Abigail was emotionally reserved, her love for him was still evident.

The two were originally a wonderful couple who loved each other. However, she had totally forgotten her original aspiration all because of Abigail's identity in Hitman Island. She began caring about her clan's future like many others would.

Alas, she was really getting on in years.

At that, Valerie slumped onto the chair, looking like she had aged a decade in a heartbeat. If she hadn't been fussy about these things, would Greg endanger his life and challenge Hitman Island so that Abigail would have nothing to worry about in the future?

And if Greg didn't head for Hitman Island, would he be severely injured?

It's all because of me and my stupid brain, isn't it?

Who'd have thought she believed in others' hearsay and got ruffled in the end when she had been highly reputed her whole life? It was so much so that she not only had gotten her son in grave danger but had also caused her and her future daughter-in-law to be estranged.

The revelations had Valerie feeling increasingly terrible the more she thought about it.

However, Abigail had no clue about Valerie's state of mind. It wasn't until after she cleaned the blood off Greg's body that she realized his injury wasn't as severe as she had thought. He just looked gruesome because of the blood and filth on him.

thoroughly examining Greg, she concluded that his most serious injury was on his shoulder. With a bullet stuck in his still-healing wound,

that, she hurriedly called out to an assistant only to discover there was

said in a low voice, "Wear a surgical gown

I'm not a

at least know how to

Benjamin. She was starting

how Amy was doing and when

rambling thoughts away and said after Benjamin had suited up. "Later, hand me the scissors, hemostat, and whatnot. You better

Greg the IV

take care of himself at all! She had just known him for so long, and his plethora of injuries had already rendered

Buckley was genuinely the worst

other hand, felt overanxious. He wasn't even this nervous when he followed Greg to a free-for-all. Why do all these things look the

through flesh traveled to his ears while he was

grunted from the excruciating pain as

gnashed teeth, dripping in a cold

Abigail simply apologized monotonously. "Sorry, I forgot

it that way, her tone indicated that she had deliberately 'forgotten' to

who would dare to operate on Greg without

there

about the pain he was feeling anymore. "What are you doing here, sweetheart?"

serious; I'm operating now. Please call

the back of Greg's hand so hard that it

pain,

bullet stuck in your shoulder, and it's already infecting the wound. It has to come

so much that he dared not utter

anything but definitely not anesthetics. It could only mean that Abigail was currently livid if

what else could he do but suck it up when his beloved had

hold it in," he

flesh again, causing the veins on Greg's forehead

was Abigail, his beloved. What was more, he was at fault in the first place. So he dared not utter a word of complaint even if he was on

watched Abigail wield the scalpel on one side and the bloodied shirt plus Greg's impending

was then struck with an epiphany—no one probably dared call themselves ruthless if Abigail

the nervousness or that he was frightened, but a layer of sweat had gathered on

She couldn't be bothered to look at Greg's face, much less care about how much pain he was in, treating him as though he was just a synthetic cadaver for her to

searched for what Abigail needed. But what the heck is

assistant was, he lashed out at the poor guy. "Do you f*cking know what's a hemostat

was drenched in his sweat at this