Not One, But Two!

Chapter 78

Abigail's voice was like ice as she pointed out, "Sir, you're in my seat."

The man who had taken her seat took off his shades to reveal a pair of eyes that marked him as a typical

heartbreaker. He was intimidating and somewhat hostile as he cast her a cursory look, then barked, "Shut up, will

you?" With that, he put on his shades once more and went back to his nap.

Abigail scoffed. There had to be something wrong with modern society if anyone could speak so rudely, even after

taking another person's seat on a plane.

She didn't want to waste her breath on him. She was already having a bad day, and now this man was acting high

and mighty with her, even though he was clearly in the wrong. Growing sick and tired of having to deal with

scumbags, she decided to strike against the man first.

However, the man had likely trained in close combat, for with lightning reflexes, he pulled out the dagger he had

under his coat and jabbed it in her direction.

This stoked Abigail's rage. A dark look passed over her face as she dodged the dagger and flicked out her scalpel

from where she tucked it under her sleeve.

The man hadn't expected a delicate woman like her to carry around a scalpel. He couldn't dodge in time, and the

tip of the blade scraped his cheek. Blood beaded from the wound and released a coppery scent into the air.

"Damn you!" he cursed aloud, the hostility he emanated causing the air in the plane to drop to freezing

temperatures.

But Abigail was not the least bit frightened by his outburst. She scoffed icily and kicked out her leg without warning.

The man was forced to stand up to dodge her attack.

At the sight of this, Abigail seized her chance and promptly sat down in the now-vacated seat. "Now isn't this much

better? You should have done this minutes ago instead of picking on a little woman like me. Who would have known

that behind that pretty face lies such an ungentlemanly spirit?"

Having mocked him, she fished out her eye mask and pulled it over her head. She didn't care that the man was

fuming and staring daggers at her.

Needless to say, the man was furious. This was the first time he had been wounded by a woman, but before he

could get her back for what she did, the person next to him intervened. "Young Master Ethan, we can't make a

scene here, not while we're still in Harrion. Remember, this is Mr. Buckley's territory."

While the other person spoke softly, Abigail could still hear what he said. Mr. Buckley? As in, Greg Buckley? Does

this guy know Greg? No, wait. They might not be friends. The other person who spoke to him sounded a little wary

when he mentioned Greg.

She found herself thinking about the attempted assassination on Greg that took place not too long ago.

Peeling off a corner of her eye mask, she made sure that the man who took her seat was not looking her way and

quickly snapped a picture of him on her phone. Then, she sent it to Greg.

She had done her part, and Greg could do with the update of what he would, but it wouldn't concern her at all.

With that in mind, she put on her eye mask and got some shut-eye.

Meanwhile, Greg did not go home straight away. After leaving Swanson Hut, he gave the manager of the restaurant

a ring. "Send me the footage from Jonathan and Abigail's dinner."

Greg was the man who owned Swanson Hut behind the scenes, and naturally, the manager dared not offend him.

He hastily retrieved the footage and sent it like he was told to.

Upon receiving the footage, Greg stopped by the side of the road and clicked into it.

From what he could tell, Abigail was impassive throughout the dinner, but Jonathan's puppy-like devotion was a

difficult act to watch. Greg began to wonder if his useless nephew was actually considering a reconciliation with

Abigail. Doesn't he know that she's already a mother to my twin girls?

He had yet to get back at Jonathan for manipulating the DNA test results the last time, and now here he was,

witnessing the young man pining after the mother of his children. What is he thinking? Does he want to become a

stepfather to my daughters? Who gave him the audacity?

The frown on his face deepened as he kept his eyes on the footage.

Things started to get interesting after Emma showed up at the restaurant. Greg knew how to read lips, so he could

clearly make out what she was saying to Abigail in the video, even though there was no audio.

When he deciphered the abuse that Emma had hurled toward Abigail, his face darkened considerably. This woman's

crazy, he thought of the former. He couldn't believe that she had the nerve to go up to Abigail and curse in her

face, after all he did to get her out of the holding cell. She didn't even have the decency to be grateful.

That said, he wasn't sure just what Abigail intended to do about Emma. He had to admit that he felt a little guilty.

After all, if he hadn't suggested they let Emma out of the holding cell, maybe she would never have barged into

Swanson Hut and called Abigail horrible names.

This time, he wouldn't interfere at all, even if Abigail wanted to have Emma exiled to the North Pole. He was just

about to phone her up and ask if she had any plans to get back at her stepsister when he saw her text.

Stunned, Greg clicked into it, and he straightened up in his seat when he saw the picture she had sent him.

Ethan Nolan? What's he doing in Harrion? Wait! He zoomed in on the details of the background and narrowed his

eyes. Did she take this picture on a plane? Where is she going? Doesn't she know she's still injured? Is she seriously

going to just leave her two daughters here while she whisks them away to some unknown place?

An inexplicable twinge of anger seized him as he called her phone, only to hear a sweet automated female voice

informing him that Abigail had her phone turned off.

He was thunderous as he dialed the number for the airline company. "Let me know which flight Abigail Kain is

taking, where the flight is bound for, and whether it has already taken off!"

Greg was the fourth young master of Harrion. He could command the weather if he wanted, and naturally, the

airline company didn't want to get on his bad side. More importantly, heaven knew what might happen to them if

they refused to heed his orders. They had to oblige him no matter what, and it didn't take them long to give him the

information he asked for.

Abigail was on a flight bound for Marona, and the plane had only just taken off.

Upon hearing that she was already on her merry way to Marona, Greg said icily, "Get me on the next flight bound

for the same destination."

After he ended the call, he made another one to Troy. "I need to get out of the country for an emergency. Keep an

eye on my mom and my daughters; make sure they're comfortable. Give me a call if anything happens. Leo can

handle the matters over at the company for now, but ask him to keep me in the loop at all times."

"Yes, Mr. Buckley."

Greg didn't go home straight away after that and instead sped over to the airport to catch his flight.

It was only when he had rolled to a stop outside the airport that he suddenly remembered he had yet to deal with

Emma and Jonathan.

He promptly took out his phone again, and this time, he gave Blake Lowry a call. "Hey, Blake. I need you to do me a

favor."

"What is it?"

"Kain Corporation has been getting on my nerves recently, so I was wondering if you could help me teach them a

lesson."

On the other line, Blake frowned in confusion. "You run a company in the industry, too. Why do you need me to help

you out with something like this?"

"Just help me out."

"Fine," Blake said, then hung up the phone.

Greg rubbed his nose, and there was a smirk on his lips as he thought, I can't be the one to make a move against

them. He was the Godfather figure that ruled from the dark shadows; if he were to strike, then it would be the end

of the Kains. He had always preferred toying with his prey before finishing them off entirely.

Having done all this, he boarded the plane with peace of mind.

Abigail, on the other hand, had no idea that one picture would set off so many things at once. When the plane

touched down, she got out of the flight without even sparing Ethan a second glance.

Ethan narrowed his eyes dangerously at her retreating figure. A wicked look passed over his face as he said in

hushed tones, "Have someone follow her. I don't ever want to see that woman ever again."

Not daring to dawdle, his assistant immediately did as he was told.

After getting down from the flight, Abigail hailed a taxi to take her to the hospital she worked at, but that was when

she noticed that there was a car tailing her. A dark look flashed in her eyes at the realization. She was never one

who got on anyone's bad side that easily, and given her identity, most people tended to fight to get into her good

graces. Who would bear a grudge against me?

The only person that came to mind was the man whom she had attacked on the plane.

She couldn't believe that an adult man was petty enough to come after her just because she made him give up the

seat that she had bought.

Scoffing, she told the driver, "Sir, could you stop at that alleyway over there and let me get down?" As she said this,

she paid the driver his fare through her phone application.

The driver gained speed and drove up to the greenery right by the alleyway, but the car did not stop, only slowed

enough to let Abigail open the door and jump out.

She did it so quickly that anyone would have missed her alighting the vehicle.

Then, she hid in the shadows of the alleyway and watched as the car that tailed her drove forward unknowingly.

She let out a humorless laugh, but just as she was about to step out of the alley, she saw a Rolls-Royce Phantom

approaching from behind. Coincidentally, whoever was in the backseat had rolled down the window and thrown

something out.

She noticed instantly that the man in the car was the same man who had fought with her over her seat on the

plane earlier.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. She had the sudden urge to follow him and see what he was up to, but when she

remembered that she had a surgery lined up and it concerned a human life, she gave up on her stalking plans.

With that in mind, she hailed a taxi and got to the hospital.

The assistant registered her arrival and hurried to greet her. "Dr. Kain, the patient whom you will be operating on, is

Zoe Huntington, the movie star."

Abigail froze at this.

She had operated on celebrities before this, but Zoe was the hottest new star in the entertainment industry right

now, and everyone was saying that she had a really powerful sponsor backing her career. More to the point,

celebrities wanted to be discreet about their private lives, and if a reporter somehow sneaked in to cover Zoe's

emergency operation, then Abigail would be in for a world of trouble.

"Why did you schedule the surgery for a celebrity?"

Abigail rarely ever took on celebrity patients, and her assistant was well aware of that fact. At present, the assistant

sighed and said, "Mr. Hugh Romero was the one who recommended her here."

This took her by surprise. Hugh? Could he be Zoe's financial backer? Why didn't I hear him mention this before?

And to think he's always prattling on about wanting to marry me. Looks like he has a girlfriend now.

At the thought of this, Abigail let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay, brief me on the patient," she said quietly as she made her way into her office. She needed to change into

scrubs and go into the operation theater, pronto.

The assistant walked behind her and informed in hushed tones, "Zoe met with an accident on set while filming; a

long steel rod pierced through her chest, and the scan shows that it's only a centimeter away from going through

her heart. No one else would take up the surgery because of the high risk it bears."

Abigail's brows were tightly knitted. She didn't think it was surprising that no one wanted to take up the surgery.

With the rod so precariously close to the heart, the surgery to remove it would be an extremely complicated one.

Alas, she was no ordinary doctor, but the best surgeon in the world. She wasn't intimidated by the centimeter that

kept the rod from impaling Zoe's heart; she would still be confident enough to remove it, even if it was five

millimeters.

With a firm nod, she said, "Go get the patient ready for surgery."

"Alright," the assistant replied, then hurried away to prepare for the operation.

It was only then that Abigail returned to her office. She dabbed antiseptic on her healing wound and pulled on a

clean change of clothes, then walked over to the operation theater.

"What are you doing here? Are you a doctor here or something?" a familiar voice suddenly sounded from near the

doorway of the theater.

As Abigail looked up to see who was speaking, she immediately grew sullen, for standing outside the operation

theater was none other than Ethan. At the sight of him, she demanded frigidly, "And what are you doing here?"