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, it was now reddened and

to an assistant only to

stayed in the room, and said

not a doctor." He was

know how to hand me tools,

she would never have asked Benjamin. She was starting to miss having Amy

knew how Amy was doing and when she could

said after Benjamin had suited up. "Later, hand me the scissors, hemostat, and whatnot. You better hurry up and learn

had given Greg the IV drip, for he

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

genuinely the worst patient a doctor

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

slicing through flesh traveled to his ears while he was looking

from the excruciating pain as

teeth, dripping in

simply apologized monotonously. "Sorry,

tone indicated that she had deliberately 'forgotten' to give him

only person who would dare to operate on Greg without giving

sure enough, there it was— Abigail's aloof face. But he also sensed that

a beat, and he couldn't care less about the pain he was feeling anymore. "What

serious; I'm operating now. Please call me Dr.

hand so hard that it

in pain, for his

out of anesthetics. You have a bullet stuck in your shoulder, and it's already infecting

so much

that was dedicated to treating him. They might run out of anything but definitely not anesthetics. It could only mean that Abigail was currently livid

up when his beloved

fine. I can hold it in,"

words, Abigail ran the scalpel across his flesh again, causing the veins on Greg's forehead to

any other doctor, he would've mangled them and chucked them out, but this 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 the verge of passing out from

Abigail wield the scalpel on one side and the bloodied shirt plus

struck with an epiphany—no one probably dared

that he was frightened, but

bothered to look at Greg's face, much less care about how much pain he was in, treating

for what Abigail needed. But what the heck is

couldn't hold on much longer, and seeing how lost his assistant was, he lashed out at the poor guy. "Do you f*cking

in his sweat at this