Not One, But Two!

Chapter 212

What lay within the secret chamber took Abigail by surprise, for there was nothing in here save for a photo.

It was a wedding photo, or rather, it was a photo taken right outside the Civil Affairs Bureau. Upon closer inspection,

Abigail saw that the people in the picture were none other than Philip and Adeline.

Didn't he say he had no photos of her? Is he so dead-set on preventing me from looking for her? Why? If he truly

hated her parents as much as he said he did, then surely Abigail's presence would only torture them more than

anything else, and it was unlikely he would pass up the chance to rub salt in their wounds.

Unable to explain the workings of her father's twisted mind, Abigail shrugged this off and went on to take a picture

of the photo.

Adeline was a beauty back in the day, certainly more so than Stanley's drawing had made her out to be. However,

anyone could tell from the photo that she had not been happy. The smile on her lips looked forced and did not

reach her eyes. In fact, the camera seemed to have done an excellent job capturing her bitter resentment.

Abigail saved the picture she took into a specific album and began rummaging around. She frowned when she

found no traces of the poison Quinn told her about, and she wondered if she had been sent on a wild goose chase.

Just then, the sound of footsteps came from outside the door of the study. She had yet to leave the chamber when

she heard Emma whine, "Dad, Abigail went into your study to snoop around! I don't know what she's up to, and she

locked the door to keep me out!"

Emma played the pity card. Abigail snorted at the award-worthy performance and thought it a shame that her

sister did not invest in a good performing arts school. What a waste of raw talent, she mused.

Outside, Philip panicked when he heard that Abigail had gone into his study. He quickly unlocked the door and

stormed in, only to see her sauntering out nonchalantly from the secret chamber behind the bookshelf. At this

sight, he barked grimly, "Who the hell let you in?"

Behind him, Emma was trying to peer past his shoulder to see what Abigail had done to warrant a harsh scolding

from their father, but before she could get a look, she was shoved aside. The door slammed shut in her face, and

her nose would have been flattened had she not stepped back in time.

"Dad!" she cried, stomping her foot angrily. Yet, Philip couldn't care less about her right now. He was like a skittish

cat with all his fur standing up as he snapped, "Who let you in?!"

Abigail knew that this was her father's sore point, but she didn't care that she would aggravate him as she asked,

"You said you didn't have any photos of my mom, so what was that I saw back in the chamber? Don't tell me it's you

and Sasha in that wedding photo," she drawled icily, cutting to the chase.

"Get out!" Philip roared, sweeping the things off his desk and onto the floor. As the loud clattering filled the room,

the look on his face grew insidious and violent.

Abigail knew precisely why he had gone ballistic on her. She eyed him steadily and said, "I'll leave as soon as my

questions are answered. I don't know what deal you made with Quinn, but where did you get the poison you gave

him? Do you even know what you're getting involved in? You supplied poison to a man who has his eyes set on the

Reeves' business and fortune! Are you trying to start a war with the Reeves?"

The Philip she knew was without sentiment, always a cutthroat businessman whose greedy and selfish ways made

him see everyone as a pawn in his chess game. As such, she couldn't help wondering what he was getting up to and

what he stood to gain from waging war against the Reeves while the Kains were in the midst of a downfall.

At the mention of Quinn's name, Philip froze as he started to connect the dots, then asked, "You were the one who

cured Quinn's wife of the poison and messed with his plans?"

"That's right.'

"You piece of trash!" With that, Philip brought his palm down to strike her face, but she stepped to the side and

dodged his slap neatly.

His palm ended up making contact with thin air. Then, he seethed in rage as he snapped, "How dare you dodge!"

"You can't possibly be so stupid as to think that I would just stay in place and let you slap me, can you? What's going

on in your brain, Philip?" Abigail countered.

She had not come here today to pick a fight with her father, but he clearly thought the opposite. In fact, he had

been defensive and hostile the moment he saw her, and she had to admit that the feeling sucked.

He grew grim at her insult, but before he could say anything, she added, "Are you going to gamble away the fate of

the entire Kain Family just to find my mother?"

Her question undoubtedly stunned him. For a long moment, all he did was stare at her wordlessly. "Get out," he

finally growled, but he did not sound as malicious as he had a while ago.

At once, she knew she had guessed it right.

Despite what he said about Adeline, he still loved her, and never forgot about her. Right now, he was putting the

entire Kain Family at stake so that he could find her.

Perhaps all these years of being cutthroat and calculative were just so he could amass enough power and money to

take on her birth father; maybe everything he had done in the last twenty-something years was for the sake of

searching for Adeline.

Is that it?

The possibility of this shocked Abigail, for if this indeed were the case, then her father was a hopeless romantic for

sure. Alas, Adeline never reciprocated this love he had for her. Even if he finds her, she might not want to return

with him. What will he do then? Suddenly, sadness filled Abigail. She had come here to confront and berate Philip,

but in the end, she was at a loss for words. At last, she decided to drop the matter, and if she could stall the Reeves,

then she would. She inhaled deeply before she asked, "The poison you gave Quinn—where did you get it from?"

Philip stared at her. She had the same steely look in her eyes that Adeline had, and his rage ebbed away when he

drew the parallels. "Sasha was the one who gave it to me," he replied quietly.

"And where did she get it from?"

"How would I know? Ask her yourself if you're so curious. Now, get out of here; I don't want to see you." He

grimaced at her and turned his back to her, acting like he would combust on the spot if he took another look at her.

For some reason, she found this side of him rather endearing. Then, she chuckled as she offered, "You know that

old illness of yours that acts up every once in a while? I could take a look at it for you if you'd like."

"No, thanks," he said primly, turning her down. "It won't kill me."

She did not try to force it on him, either. After all, she could always knock him out when the time came and strap

him to the operation table for surgical treatment. She was still legally his daughter at the end of the day.

"I'll be leaving now, then. The Reeves are keeping an eye on Quinn now, so I don't think you can continue dealing

with him. But, you know, you're not getting any younger, and while I hate Sasha's guts, I still think she's been a

good companion to you. So, it might do you well to spend the rest of your life with her."

She had not known his true identity back in the day, which led her to resent him. But now that she knew he was

only her uncle and that he had taken care of her all these years despite it, she could not bring herself to stay angry

with him anymore.

"My business is none of your concern. Get out!" Philip barked frigidly, and his voice was entirely devoid of warmth.

This time, Abigail did not stay. Instead, she turned to leave, but just as her fingers were about to touch the

doorknob, she heard him ask, "What's going on between you and Greg anyway? Why are the Buckleys' men

crawling around looking for you?"

Is this his way of showing me he cares about me? She dared not indulge in such a thought while replying curtly, "It's

nothing."

"The Buckleys have impossibly high standards, and they give you a hard time after you marry into their family. But,

if it gets too unbearable, you can always come home. We'll always have a room for you here."

She froze as she had never imagined these words coming out of Philip's mouth, and she couldn't help the warmth

that coursed through her.

When she was a child, the one thing she craved the most was kinship. She wanted to know what it was like to be

loved by her own family, but she ended up being hurt by them instead. After that, she stopped dreaming of the

impossible because there could be no disappointment without hope.

To hear Philip say that they would always have a room here in the Kain Residence for her was more than she could

ask for, whether he truly meant it or not.

"I'll be fine," she said quietly, then opened the door and left.

At some point, while Philip and Abigail were in the study, Emma called Sasha and made her come home. The both

of them could not enter the study, so they huddled together in the living room to discuss something in hushed

tones. When Sasha saw Abigail coming down the stairs, she stood up from the couch and demanded, "What are

you doing here?"

"It's none of your business." Abigail raised a disdainful brow at Sasha and walked straight for the front door.

"Don't you dare leave this house until you tell us what you were doing in Dad's study!" Emma snapped, getting up to

block Abigail's way.

Abigail took in her defensive stance and snorted ominously, "Are you sure you want to stop me from leaving?" She

put her hands together and started cracking her knuckles, the sound of which filled Emma with fear.

Emma bristled as she warily stepped aside and did not try to stop her from leaving.

"Loser," Abigail muttered scornfully as she shot Emma a contemptuous look, then brushed past her to open the

door and leave the house.

Emma said not a word to Abigail, but the moment the front door closed, she started whining. "Mom! Did you see

how arrogant she was? You can't just let her come back here and walk all over me like this!"

"Okay, that's enough now. We've agreed that plotting against her takes time."

Sasha had only just said this when the door to the study opened, and Philip came walking into the living room. When

he saw Sasha and Emma there, he said coldly, "I don't want to hear either one of you picking on Abigail the next

time she comes back."

"Dad, what are you talking about? She's always been the one to pick on us!" Emma argued belligerently. What's

going on? Dad never used to care about Abigail. Did he have a change of heart after she became the best surgeon

in the world and Greg's girlfriend? Desperate, she turned to her mother in disbelief. "Mom..."

Sasha was not pleased to hear this from Philip, either. "Philip, why did Abigail come back? Did something happen?"

"This is her home! Why must something happen before she's allowed to come back?" Philip countered darkly. Then,

he disappeared into his study, saying, "I won't be eating dinner tonight, so don't set a place for me at the table." As

though in a show of finality, he slammed the door shut.

Sasha was incredulous. She couldn't understand the meaning of this, and why Philip had called this place Abigail's

home. If this was her home, then what are Emma and I? Chopped liver?

Something was off here, she could tell. It was unlikely that Philip would start caring about Abigail after all these

years of neglecting her. He was a ruthless businessman at his core, and one would have to offer him some

advantage if one wanted to get on good terms with him. So what is it that he wants from Abigail?

She tried to think but could not come up with an answer. It didn't help that Emma was still throwing a fit.

"That's enough. Didn't you hear what your father said? Leave Abigail alone for the time being and stop picking on

her," Sasha said, her voice cutting above Emma's relentless wailing.

Emma was so taken aback by this that she stomped her foot. "Pick on her? Come on, Mom! It's not as if she already

has a place among the Buckleys, so why are you letting her get away with this? I even heard through the grapevine

that she pissed off Old Madam Buckley, and now she's being hunted through Harrion by the old lady's henchmen!"

The revelation made Sasha's thoughts come to a screeching halt. "Is what you're saying true?" she asked, eyeing

her daughter gravely.

"Of course it is!"

A devious smirk suddenly tugged on Sasha's lips as she said, "In that case, I think I know what we can do to teach

Abigail a lesson now."