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

his mother's, and finally, his sister's just to learn of his location and if he was

how many miles

surgery, only leaving after standing for half an hour

her stay

because he knew better than

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 a plaster

by her side, but what

he turned to head

it was enough for everyone to hear

up reflexively to find Greg about

she thought his back profile projected forlorn and desponded, making

"Greg."

in his tracks when he heard Abigail calling to him. However,

wild when she needed him the most?

was he but

for that kid, he would've long

now, he

why, but there was a hint

upset. "Why have you come?" she asked. "Hadn't

she realized he didn't have gauze over his shoulder wound, and

couldn't help getting angry at Greg for being unresponsive when

leg for you? And look at what

his bloodshot eyes at Abigail, looking like an

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

me tortellini soup.

made Greg

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 arms and scold or hit me? I won't say a thing even if she wants to bite

offering what he cooked for

indignant face, and with that, he wrapped an arm around Addison, saying with a smile, "C'mon, Addie, let's chat outside,

you?! Who even are you? Let go of me! I'm f*cking straight; I won't ever swing that way," said Addison as he

the outside, he was practically unyielding right then,

the room

fact that Greg was still standing there like a statue. "What are you doing standing there for? Are you expecting me to get out of bed

tone stumped him for a second, and he had already moved to her side before he even realized what he was

"Sit."

he was unresponsive when she spoke nicely to him but turned into an

the man sat on the edge of the bed obediently when he heard her frosty

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