Not One, But Two!

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

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

how many miles

standing for half an hour in the OR. She had already reached her limit by then,

on the other hand, had no clue about his girlfriend's injuries, letting her stay in the hospital on her own. What a

got misty because he knew better than anyone how Abigail hurt her

screwed her up, 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

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, where are

was enough for everyone to hear

up reflexively to find Greg about

imagination, but she thought his back profile projected forlorn and desponded, making her heart twinge a

"Greg."

calling to him. However, he didn't turn around, for he didn't know how

petty mind run wild when she needed him the most? And he

but a mere

feelings for that kid, he would've

he felt super

a hint of

attitude toward 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 be exposed? Also,

was only now that she realized he didn't have gauze over his shoulder

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

nearly crippled her leg for you? And look at what you're doing now, being all dismissive. Who do you think you

he turned around, latching his bloodshot eyes at Abigail, looking

with her heart when she recalled how she had tormented him the

Addison made me tortellini soup. It's pretty

made

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 me. But how could she

hand, wasn't pleased to see Abigail offering what he cooked for her to Greg. "Miss Abigail,

saw Addison's indignant face, and with that, he wrapped an arm around Addison, saying

to talk to 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 fought back with all his

he was practically unyielding right then, taking Addison out with him and even thoughtfully closing

room

statue. "What are you doing standing there for? Are

for a second, and he had already moved to her side before

"Sit."

was exasperated, and she couldn't help wondering if this guy was into masochism. How was it that he was unresponsive when she spoke nicely to him but turned

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