Not One, But Two!

Chapter 48

Abigail's words left Greg speechless, and she smirked when she saw the look on his face. "You have no right to

blame me if you haven't thought about this. If I really say that I can get along with you for the sake of my daughter,

how are you going to tell your girlfriend about it?"

Greg felt rather annoyed. "I'll deal with that on my own."

"You can talk to me about it after you're done dealing with your matters, then." Abigail took a deep breath after

finishing her sentence. "Do you have any way of contacting Stanley?"

Greg heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that she had changed the topic. However, he still felt rather dejected

deep down. "I do. But you shouldn't rush him now. Since Isabel agreed to give you your mother's files, she'll

definitely do it. You've been waiting for years now, so you can wait for a few more days, can't you? Or… Are you

planning to bring your daughter away after getting the files? I may not fight for custody over the child, but that

doesn't give you the right to bring our daughter away without telling me anything, Abigail."

Greg seemed to have guessed what Abigail was trying to do, and his gaze darkened once he thought about it. Even

the air around them seemed to turn cold all of a sudden. Abigail knew that the man was serious. Furthermore, she

was also troubled by the amount of power that Greg held in Harrion.

"I got it. Let's go back and eat now. I'm hungry." Abigail didn't feel like being alone with him then. He was too smart

and too powerful—she couldn't deal with him on her own. After returning to their private room, Greg made a call.

Troy had already brought Greg's jacket over, and he froze when he saw the women's jacket Greg was wearing. It

was the first time Troy had ever seen Greg wearing a female's outfit.

"Does this jacket belong to Dr. Kain?" Troy asked.

"Do you have nothing better to do?" Greg's gaze darkened, and Troy no longer dared to question Greg after that.

Instead, Troy handed the jacket over to Greg before leaving. Then, Greg handed Abigail's jacket to Troy before

giving him orders. "I want you to take this to the dry cleaner. You can purchase a new one for Abigail."

"Got it," Troy replied. Mr. Buckley is showing Dr. Kain a lot of care recently. Could he have really fallen for her? he

thought to himself. However, he was too afraid to question Greg.

Greg felt more at ease after putting on his own jacket. When he returned to the room, both Abigail and Arianna

were eating. The young girl had food all over her face, so Abigail took a tissue to wipe them off. Greg couldn't help

but stare at her for a while longer—Abigail looked like she had an angel's halo over her head whenever she acted in

a motherly manner.

Abigail acted like an arrogant woman when she was out in public, but she would turn into a warm, loving mother

whenever she was with her daughter. He could genuinely feel the love and warmth she gave to Arianna.

"You're back, Daddy! Let's eat. The food's turning cold." Arianna munched on her food while pushing some dishes

over to Greg. She's such an angel, Greg thought. She's so warm and adorable. Would I be able to break up with my

girlfriend for the sake of this angel? Greg felt his stance wavering.

Abigail, on the other hand, no longer thought much about that matter. Her stomach was genuinely feeling unwell,

so she didn't eat too much and only took a few mouthfuls of soup. When Greg noticed that Abigail was busy taking

care of Arianna, he quickly picked up Arianna and put her on his lap. "You should eat more. I'll take care of her," he

muttered to Abigail.

She froze for a second. "You didn't get to eat either. I'll feed her." Abigail was about to reach her hand out when

Greg dodged. "You can eat first. I'm not hungry yet."

Since he was being so insistent, Abigail no longer tried to go against him. However, the way she looked at him

changed a little after that. He really is a good father, after all, she thought.

Greg rubbed the corners of Arianna's mouth in a gentle manner. He knew that Arianna had asthma, so he was

careful to avoid the things that would trigger it. After finishing the meal, Arianna was extremely happy. Even Abigail

felt a warm feeling in her chest. "Alright. Let's go back to the hospital now that we're done." Abigail figured that it

was time for both patients to get some rest.

Arianna stole a glance at Greg before speaking in a shy tone. "Daddy, Mommy, can we go to the park for a while?"

Before Greg could answer her, he received a call from Troy. "What is it?" he asked after picking it up.

"Mr. Buckley, the bank's governor is here to see you," Troy uttered.

"Find me some excuse to reject his visitation. I'll find another day to meet him. I'm busy now." Greg was about to

end the call when Troy continued talking. "What are you busy with, Mr. Buckley? The bank's governor mentioned

our plans for the west—"

"I told you I'm busy." After finishing his sentence, Greg ended the call without bothering to listen to what Troy had to

say. Since Abigail was standing closer to Greg, she could hear his conversation with Troy. She knew how an

organization's development was closely related to the bank. Since the governor had personally gone to their

company, there had to be something important going on.

"Why don't you go back and deal with your matters first? I'll bring the child back to the hospital." Arianna was rather

disappointed, so Greg patted her on the head. "Do you really want to play at the playground?" he asked with a

smile.

"You should return to the company first, Daddy. You should deal with your adult matters first." Greg felt his heart

aching when he heard the young girl's words. "Nothing matters more than my precious Arianna! Let's go! I'll bring

you to the playground." Greg placed Arianna on his shoulders before jogging toward the playground.

"Ah! I'm so high up, Daddy!" Arianna laughed excitedly. Her pleasant laughter filled Abigail's eardrums, and it

clouded Abigail's vision of Greg. Shouldn't men put their careers first? Even Hugh would leave if he had work to do.

Furthermore, going to the playground isn't that important. Greg didn't have to reject the governor for this.

Abigail slowly caught up with the father-daughter pair. She watched as Greg played with Arianna like he was a child

himself. Abigail had never seen her daughter so happy. In her memory, Arianna was always a frail, quiet, and sweet

daughter. Sometimes, she didn't even act like a four-year-old. However, when Abigail saw the way both father and

daughter acted as they ran under the sun, she felt like she had failed as a mother. I thought about giving my

daughters a happy family, but it's a shame that Greg has a girlfriend. I heard that they have known each other

since young and that they have a really stable relationship. Greg is a good father, but that doesn't mean that he's a

good husband. Abigail spread her lips into a bitter smile as she thought that she was overthinking the situation.

She gathered her emotions before walking over to them. Greg and Arianna were enjoying their time in the

playground—they were like two innocent children. Abigail frowned when she saw him dripping with sweat. Does he

not know that he has an injury on his back? But I can't tell him that in front of Arianna.

Abigail had no choice but to purchase some stuff from the pharmacy nearby. Arianna was completely worn out

after playing with Greg for a while, so the young girl fell asleep in his arms. The sun started setting as Greg carefully

carried Arianna in his arms. Abigail felt rather touched to see them together. She hastily opened the car door while

Greg lowered his daughter into the seat before heaving a sigh of relief.

"Come here." Abigail's voice wasn't loud, but Greg froze for a second when he heard what she said.

"Me?" he asked.

"Who else?" Her face was rather sour. Greg felt rather frustrated at that point. What's up with this woman? How did

I offend her this time? Regardless, he still walked over to her.

"Take your shirt off," she ordered in a cold tone.

"What do you want to do?" There was a hint of caution in his voice. This made Abigail feel rather annoyed. "What

do you think I can do? Do you think I'm going to rape you in broad daylight?" She felt the urge to bite her tongue off

the minute she finished her sentence.

Greg gazed at her with a rather amused look in his eyes. "I'm not sure. After all, there was something that

happened five years ago—"

"Shut up! I want to apply medication for you. Did you forget that you're a patient?" Abigail interrupted him before

he could continue. If he went on, she would feel too embarrassed to continue talking to him. Greg noticed the blood

rushing to her cheeks, and his eyes lit up when he saw how attractive she was.

Once he got in the car and took his shirt off, Abigail felt her face turning warm. However, she didn't turn away from

him. Instead, she hurried over to stop him when she saw how rough he was with taking his clothes off. "Stop

moving. Let me do it instead." She stopped Greg before she used her slightly cold fingers to tug his shirt off. Then,

she used her other hand to brush the cotton swab across his wounds.

The sweat from his body had caused his wounds to split open and stick against his shirt, so it made it harder for her

to take his clothes off. Abigail had no choice but to lower her head before she carefully peeled his shirt away from

his skin. She blew against his wounds, causing an itchy and warm sensation. Greg gulped as he felt his insides

boiling. He fixed his gaze in front of him, but he could see her concentrated expression in the rearview mirror of the

car. This woman has so many different faces!

The scene he experienced five years ago replayed in his head like a cursed tape—he could even recall how it felt to

interact with her private parts back then. He felt like he was about to lose his mind. "You don't have to go through

all that hassle. Just take it off."

Greg was about to make a move when Abigail stopped him. "Stop moving! Don't you want to get better? Do you

want to keep these scars so that you can tell your girlfriend you got injured for the sake of another woman?" Her

words doused any passion that he had felt for her earlier, and it made his gaze turn cold.

"You sure know how to make a man listen to you," he muttered. Abigail didn't say anything after that and simply

focused on taking his clothes off. However, sweat began to form on her forehead. It wasn't an easy job. When she

finally got his shirt off his back, the skin around his wounds was torn and bloody.

She let out a sigh. "You're such a disobedient patient."

Greg knew what she was talking about. He gazed at the busy roads in front of him as she answered her statement.

"I owe my daughter her childhood. I wish I could make up for all of the time I've lost with her just in these few days.

I'd do anything to make her happy."

Abigail's hands paused for a moment as a complicated look formed in her eyes. "I'll stay in Harrion for a while

longer, so you don't have to rush anything. I don't mind you guys spending time with each other." She realized a

change in the man's eyes after she finished her words.

He fixed his sharp, eagle-like gaze on her. Did I say something wrong again?