Not One, But Two!

Chapter 226

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.

his shoulder. With a bullet stuck in his still-healing

assistant only to discover

room, and said in a low voice, "Wear

a doctor."

how to hand

have asked Benjamin. She was starting to miss having Amy around

was doing and when

suited up. "Later, hand me the scissors, hemostat, and whatnot. You better hurry up and

speaking, Abigail had given Greg the

didn't know how to take care of himself at all! She had just known him for so long, and his plethora of injuries had already rendered her

the worst patient a doctor

other hand, felt overanxious. He wasn't even this nervous when he followed Greg to

sound of a scalpel slicing through flesh traveled to his ears

the same time, Greg grunted from the excruciating pain as he regained

gnashed teeth, dripping in a cold

"Sorry,

had described it that way, her tone indicated that she

who would dare to

enough, there it was— Abigail's aloof face. But he

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

serious; I'm operating now.

so hard that it reddened in

not cry out in pain, for his beloved seemed to be

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

had petrified Greg so much that

They might run out of anything but definitely not anesthetics. It could only mean that Abigail was currently livid if she

else could he do but suck it up when his beloved

fine. I can hold it in," he said

across his flesh again,

them and chucked them out, but this was Abigail, his beloved. What was more, he was at fault in the first place. So

scalpel on one side and the bloodied shirt plus Greg's impending rampage from experiencing excruciating pain weakened

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

frightened, but a layer

how much pain he was in, treating him as though he was

needed. But what the

couldn't hold on much longer, and seeing how lost his assistant was, he lashed out at the poor guy.

drenched in his sweat at this

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