Not One, But Two!

Chapter 230

Chapter 230

Greg never hit the brakes the entire time, even stepping the accelerator to the fullest, and by the time he pulled over, Benjamin puked instantly.

Greg was already done with Benjamin's incompetence, dragging the weakling into the hospital with his painful shoulder wound.

He reflexively thought Abigail was here to perform a surgery or visit a patient, so he went straight to the director's office. "Where is she?" Greg booted the door open, and his hostility startled the director, causing the man to choke on his drink and cough. But because his visitor was Greg, he dared not snub him, walking up to Greg as he continued to cough.

"What's the meaning of this, Mr. Buckley?"

"Where's Abigail Kain?"

Greg's satanic look was so horrifyingly suffocating that the director answered reflexively, "Dr. Kain is in Room 302."

After getting his answer, Greg wasted no time and made his way to Room 302.

"Benjamin, get me a dagger. I'm going to mangle that f*cking b*stard."

Greg's words got Benjamin shuddering in fear.

Mr. Buckley is probably the only person who can tyrannically and brazenly say these words out loud in public, Benjamin thought. Will this place turn into a bloodbath? I should give Ma'am a call, shouldn't I?

While he was deliberating, Greg's voice traveled to his ears. "I will mangle you first if you dare tip Abigail off."

One sentence from him was all it took to stop Benjamin's restless hands, and he thought it was wiser to heed Greg's words lest he wanted his head to be detached from his body.

As soon as Greg stormed to Room 302, he heard Abigail's laughter coming from inside the ward, and he couldn't help feeling irritated, for he had never heard her laugh so gleefully before.

"Look, Miss Abigail, she snapped this last year and even said she wanted to send it to you at that time. But I stopped her because you were in the middle of an operation," said Addison as he showed Abigail a picture of the youngest girl among them, which he had saved in his phone.

Abigail remembered this girl. She found her by the Llyne Canal the year before. By that year, the lovely, bright girl should probably be fifteen.

"You're right. It is nice."

Abigail relaxed as she looked at how far the kids had grown.

Meanwhile, Greg grimly entered the ward to find Abigail and a man talking happily with their heads close together, and Abigail was all smiles, looking exceptionally gorgeous.

The discovery got his heart twinge.

Huh, the b*stard is with her!

However, just as Greg was about to flip, he noticed Abigail's plastered leg, and he instantly froze while images flashed across his mind.

He was in so much pain the night before that he couldn't care less about anything, and thus he thought her pale countenance was from her worry and anxiety. Come to think of it, it was because of her leg, wasn't it?

recalled Benjamin's

to Hitman Island, then to his mother's, and finally, his sister's

many miles

standing for half an

had no clue about his girlfriend's injuries, letting her stay

knew better than anyone how Abigail hurt her

then his own mother made things worse, and in the end, she ran everywhere in search of him. What started off as a sprain became so severe now that she had to put

boyfriend, and he was supposed to be by her side, but what was he doing right now? Denounce her. How

himself, but just as he turned to head outside, Benjamin asked in bafflement, "Mr. Buckley,

wasn't loud, but it was enough

up reflexively to find Greg about to leave

could be her imagination, but she thought his back profile projected forlorn and desponded, making

"Greg."

However, he didn't turn around, for

his petty mind run wild when she needed him

was he but a mere twenty-year-old

really had feelings for that kid, he would've long

now, he felt

why, but there was a

Greg when she saw that he didn't turn around and also looked upset. "Why have you come?" she asked. "Hadn't I told Benjamin your wound can't

only now that she realized he didn't have gauze over his shoulder wound, and the discovery

couldn't help getting angry at Greg for being unresponsive when Abigail had spoken so

to you! What's with the attitude? Do you know she nearly crippled her leg for you? And look at what you're doing now, being all dismissive. Who do you think

latching his bloodshot eyes at Abigail, looking like

anger melted along with her heart when she recalled how she had tormented

made me tortellini soup. It's pretty

faint smile made

How could she not feel aggrieved when she had been through hell and was even worried for so long, yet I came charging over to denounce her? Shouldn't she throw herself into my

offering what he cooked for her to Greg. "Miss Abigail, I made it

and with that, he wrapped an arm around

Let go of me! I'm f*cking straight; I won't ever swing that way," said

unyielding right then, taking

the room fell

standing there like a statue. "What are you doing standing there for? Are you expecting me to get out of bed and pull you

he had already moved to her side before he even realized what

"Sit."

How was it that he was unresponsive when she spoke nicely to him but turned into

sure enough, the man sat on the edge of the bed obediently when

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