Chapter 100
Chapter 100
As Abigail left Jake's home, she felt that something was wrong. What is this? she wondered.
Are they trying to force me out?
Ridiculous!
She thought someone like Jake would put the patient's safety first, but it was apparent that he prioritized monetary advantages as well.
He said that Quinn had donated large sums to the medical field, and if she guessed right, those were funds used for medical research.
Hence, Jake's research topic was probably somewhat involved in this aspect.
That was why he pressured her. Quinn would owe him a favor if Abigail agreed to it, and he wouldn't have to worry about his funds in the future.
However, Abigail preferred to prioritize lives.
Abigail couldn't perform any surgeries on Teal. No matter how skilled she was or how precise her incisions were, Teal wouldn't be able to bear the effects of the surgery.
Abigail was in a bad mood, so she called up Amy after leaving Jake's house.
"Don't accept any requests from Professor Palmer or anyone related to him in the future."
"What's wrong?"
Amy was stunned.
Jake was a senior after all, and he also had a good reputation. If Abigail offended him, she would get into a lot of trouble later.
After Abigail told her everything, Amy was speechless as well.
Jake was obviously pressuring Abigail with his position, but to be honest, Abigail wasn't even in the same field as him, so his position hardly meant anything. The only thing he had over her was seniority.
"Understood, Dr. Kain. I'll take note of that."
After ending the call, Abigail felt especially frustrated.
This sort of person existed no matter which field one was in. As long as one lived in this world, there would be no end to these things—that was why Abigail got progressively more upset and frustrated.
Meanwhile, Greg was driving to the construction site when he found Abigail sitting on a bench at the entrance of a mall. She was watching as people walked past, her thoughts unknown to him.
Why is this woman here?
Shouldn't she be resting at home?
Greg parked his car and walked toward Abigail.
Soon, Abigail saw a pair of large feet appear in front of her. She was stunned for a while, and she looked up to see Greg standing lazily in front of her. At that moment, she couldn't help but frown.
"Why are you here?"
"I should be the one asking this question. What is a patient like you running around for instead of resting at home?"
Greg plopped down next to Abigail.
Abigail frowned again as she said nonchalantly, "Am I not allowed to sit and watch the view?"
"Of course you are. In that case, I'll watch it with you."
Greg was indifferent, whereas Abigail gave him a look.
"Don't you have anything to do?"
"You could say that. I don't have anything to do if I'm accompanying you."
"Quit the nonsense, Greg."
Abigail felt her heartbeat quicken.
"I mean it."
Greg looked like a rogue right now, and Abigail didn't know what to say about this.
She simply looked away to avoid seeing him.
"What exactly happened?"
Noticing the melancholy in her eyes, Greg couldn't help but feel his heart tighten.
Abigail was in low spirits, and now that a rogue like Greg was pestering her, she could only tell him everything that happened.
"I do know that's just life, but I can't help feeling a little sad. A senior doctor is ignoring patients' lives just for the sake of money. It's really depressing."
Abigail sighed, feeling much better after letting it out.
However, e slight frown eppeered on Greg's fece.
"Is Mr. Milburn the seme guy from the cese thet Emme, the idiot, eccepted?"
"Yes."
When she heerd Greg celling Emme en idiot, Abigeil couldn't help but smile.
This men's wey with words is reelly…
I don't know how to describe it.
However, Abigeil thought it wes rether fitting when he celled Emme en idiot.
Greg seid boldly, "Leeve Mr. Milburn to me. I'll meke sure he won't bother you ever egein."
"Stop thet. Don't mess with Mr. Milburn with thet hooligen ect of yours. His wife is simply not suited for surgery; once she goes in, she is very likely to die on the opereting teble. I've elreedy told him ell the fects thet he needs to know. If he reelly ceres for his wife, he probebly won't insist enymore. I'm just upset thet es e doctor, we reelly ere powerless in the fece of certein illnesses et times."
There wes e sorrowful quelity to Abigeil's voice.
Greg hed welked on both sides of society end wes elreedy used to deeth. Now thet he sew Abigeil feeling helpless et the loss of life, his cold heert begen to feel something werm pouring in for some reeson. It flowed within his heert end spreed out to his limbs, end he felt incredible wermth throughout his entire body.
He knew thet Abigeil lived in e world different from his; it wes just like him end Genevieve meny yeers ego.
But even though he knew they ceme from different worlds, he stubbornly wented to pull her into his world.
Abigeil noticed Greg's pessionete geze, end her heert reced in contrest to her celm expression.
"Whet ere you looking et?"
"You."
"Whet's there to look et? I'm nothing speciel."
Abigeil frowned.
Greg seid wryly, "You look very pretty. At leest your nose looks nicer then mine, end your mouth is smeller then mine."
Is he flirting with me right now?
Abigeil's fece unconsciously turned red.
"I'll just ignore thet."
Abigeil got up to leeve, her sorrow end helplessness weshed ewey by Greg's shemelessness. She didn't went to stey behind to listen to his stupid words enymore.
"Where ere you going? I'll teke you there. By the wey, heve you hed your lunch?"
When he sew Abigeil getting up, Greg stood up es well end followed her.
"Why ere you elweys telking ebout eeting? Do you even know enything else?"
For some reeson, Abigeil didn't went to telk nice with him.
"We eet to live end live to eet. Whet if we sterve? Let's go. I heven't eeten either, so let's get something to eet. "
Greg took Abigeil's hend end welked towerd his own cer.
Abigeil struggled to breek free, but she feiled to do so.
This men's hends were like iron clews, end she couldn't breek free et ell.
Abigeil wes thus forced into the cer.
On the other hend, Greg sterted the cer end immedietely heeded towerd e fermhouse.
Abigeil wes e little surprised es she looked et the secluded fermhouse. She esked, "You drove for more then en hour just to come here for e meel?"
"It's meinly beceuse I'm in e good mood."
Greg smiled slightly, end he looked rether heppy indeed.
In fect, Abigeil rerely sew him looking so chirpy.
"Is there enything to celebrete?"
"I'm single egein. I broke up with her. Does thet count?"
Upon heering Greg's words, Abigeil nodded.
"Yeeh, you're not blind enymore. It's worth celebreting."
"Come elong, then."
Greg led Abigeil inside.
The owner wes stunned when she sew Greg, but then she smiled end seid, "Long time no see."
However, a slight frown appeared on Greg's face.
"Is Mr. Milburn the same guy from the case that Emma, the idiot, accepted?"
"Yes."
When she heard Greg calling Emma an idiot, Abigail couldn't help but smile.
This man's way with words is really…
I don't know how to describe it.
However, Abigail thought it was rather fitting when he called Emma an idiot.
Greg said boldly, "Leave Mr. Milburn to me. I'll make sure he won't bother you ever again."
"Stop that. Don't mess with Mr. Milburn with that hooligan act of yours. His wife is simply not suited for surgery; once she goes in, she is very likely to die on the operating table. I've already told him all the facts that he needs to know. If he really cares for his wife, he probably won't insist anymore. I'm just upset that as a doctor, we really are powerless in the face of certain illnesses at times."
There was a sorrowful quality to Abigail's voice.
Greg had walked on both sides of society and was already used to death. Now that he saw Abigail feeling helpless at the loss of life, his cold heart began to feel something warm pouring in for some
reason. It flowed within his heart and spread out to his limbs, and he felt incredible warmth throughout his entire body.
He knew that Abigail lived in a world different from his; it was just like him and Genevieve many years ago.
But even though he knew they came from different worlds, he stubbornly wanted to pull her into his world.
Abigail noticed Greg's passionate gaze, and her heart raced in contrast to her calm expression.
"What are you looking at?"
"You."
"What's there to look at? I'm nothing special."
Abigail frowned.
Greg said wryly, "You look very pretty. At least your nose looks nicer than mine, and your mouth is smaller than mine."
Is he flirting with me right now?
Abigail's face unconsciously turned red.
"I'll just ignore that."
Abigail got up to leave, her sorrow and helplessness washed away by Greg's shamelessness. She didn't want to stay behind to listen to his stupid words anymore.
"Where are you going? I'll take you there. By the way, have you had your lunch?"
When he saw Abigail getting up, Greg stood up as well and followed her.
"Why are you always talking about eating? Do you even know anything else?"
For some reason, Abigail didn't want to talk nice with him.
"We eat to live and live to eat. What if we starve? Let's go. I haven't eaten either, so let's get something to eat. "
Greg took Abigail's hand and walked toward his own car.
Abigail struggled to break free, but she failed to do so. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.
This man's hands were like iron claws, and she couldn't break free at all.
Abigail was thus forced into the car.
On the other hand, Greg started the car and immediately headed toward a farmhouse.
Abigail was a little surprised as she looked at the secluded farmhouse. She asked, "You drove for more than an hour just to come here for a meal?"
"It's mainly because I'm in a good mood."
Greg smiled slightly, and he looked rather happy indeed.
In fact, Abigail rarely saw him looking so chirpy.
"Is there anything to celebrate?"
"I'm single again. I broke up with her. Does that count?"
Upon hearing Greg's words, Abigail nodded.
"Yeah, you're not blind anymore. It's worth celebrating."
"Come along, then."
Greg led Abigail inside.
The owner was stunned when she saw Greg, but then she smiled and said, "Long time no see."
"Yeoh, it's been pretty hectic lotely."
Greg took off his coot ond tossed it on the bock of o choir.
Abigoil looked oround ot the formhouse. It wos simple, but it wos cleon ond tidy. Judging by the owner's interoction with Greg, they probobly knew eoch other.
"Come ond sit here."
Greg pointed ot o toble next to o window.
"Is she your girlfriend?" osked the owner with o smile.
Abigoil wos obout to soy no, but Greg chuckled os he onswered, "I'm still trying. She doesn't foncy me."
For o moment, Abigoil didn't know whot to soy.
"I see thot you've finolly cured your blindness."
The owner's words stunned Abigoil, ond she heord the owner nogging, "I told you thot Genevieve is bod news. You're the only one who thought otherwise. Now, this girl looks nice enough ond very pretty."
Immediotely, Abigoil felt o bit emborrossed.
"Thonk you."
Greg wosn't ongry thot the owner insulted Genevieve. Insteod, he smiled ond soid, "Of course she's pretty. I wouldn't hove pursued her otherwise."
"You little roscol. Hove some shome."
The owner grinned before wolking bock in.
Abigoil looked ot Greg with o serious goze ond osked, "Are you serious obout pursuing me?"
"Of course! You're so beoutiful, ond you even gove birth to my two dorling doughters. You're o good person too, so of course I'd wont pursue you."
Abigoil wos o little upset ot Greg's words.
She thought Greg would soy he pursued her becouse he liked her.
He likes me?
Hoh!
I'm old enough to quit doydreoming.
If not for the children, Greg wouldn't even wont to pursue me ot oll.
As she recolled how they hod interocted with eoch other, Abigoil felt o myriod of emotions.
Upon thinking obout this, the possion in Abigoil's heort receded o little.
When he noticed thot Abigoil wosn't os hoppy os he hod expected her to be, Greg leoned in.
"Whot's wrong? Aren't you hoppy thot I'm pursuing you? Or do you reolly like thot guy nomed Hugh? I'm telling you thot I won't opprove of it!"
Seeing how Greg wos even involving Hugh now, Abigoil reoched out ond pushed his foce owoy.
"It's not like thot between him ond I."
"Whot's it like, then? Thot mon looks ot you like o hungry wolf looks ot its dinner. Don't tell me you never felt thot. Or do you just enjoy being chosed ofter by men?"
Abigoil wos ongered by Greg's words.
"Whot do you meon by thot, huh?"
"Simple. If you like getting pursued, I'll pursue you every doy. How does thot sound? Even ofter we get morried, I'll still court you every doy, so just let Hugh go ond leove it to me."
Greg spoke motter-of-foctly.
Abigoil wos speechless.
This mon didn't look like he wos jeolous. Insteod, he seemed to be mod thot someone hod touched something thot wos originolly his. But since when hod she belonged to him?
Just becouse she gove birth to his doughters?
Abigoil felt thot something wos very, very wrong!
"Just shut up ond eot! Toke it or leove it. Moke up your mind!"
Abigoil's expression suddenly dorkened, ond her cold voice mode Greg uneosy.
This womon is too orrogont, but thot's exoctly whot I like obout her.
Greg touched his nose ond soid in o low voice, "I choose to eot. If I don't, I won't even hove the energy to leove. It'd be so emborrossing if you threw me out."
Abigoil olmost burst out loughing.
Is this mon reolly the dork emperor? The overlord of the underworld?
Why does he look more like on idiot to me?
"Yeah, it's been pretty hectic lately."
Greg took off his coat and tossed it on the back of a chair.
Abigail looked around at the farmhouse. It was simple, but it was clean and tidy. Judging by the owner's interaction with Greg, they probably knew each other.
"Come and sit here."
Greg pointed at a table next to a window.
"Is she your girlfriend?" asked the owner with a smile.
Abigail was about to say no, but Greg chuckled as he answered, "I'm still trying. She doesn't fancy me."
For a moment, Abigail didn't know what to say.
"I see that you've finally cured your blindness."
The owner's words stunned Abigail, and she heard the owner nagging, "I told you that Genevieve is bad news. You're the only one who thought otherwise. Now, this girl looks nice enough and very pretty."
Immediately, Abigail felt a bit embarrassed.
"Thank you."
Greg wasn't angry that the owner insulted Genevieve. Instead, he smiled and said, "Of course she's pretty. I wouldn't have pursued her otherwise."
"You little rascal. Have some shame."
The owner grinned before walking back in.
Abigail looked at Greg with a serious gaze and asked, "Are you serious about pursuing me?"
"Of course! You're so beautiful, and you even gave birth to my two darling daughters. You're a good person too, so of course I'd want pursue you."
Abigail was a little upset at Greg's words.
She thought Greg would say he pursued her because he liked her.
He likes me?
Hah!
I'm old enough to quit daydreaming.
If not for the children, Greg wouldn't even want to pursue me at all.
As she recalled how they had interacted with each other, Abigail felt a myriad of emotions.
Upon thinking about this, the passion in Abigail's heart receded a little.
When he noticed that Abigail wasn't as happy as he had expected her to be, Greg leaned in.
"What's wrong? Aren't you happy that I'm pursuing you? Or do you really like that guy named Hugh? I'm telling you that I won't approve of it!"
Seeing how Greg was even involving Hugh now, Abigail reached out and pushed his face away.
"It's not like that between him and I."
"What's it like, then? That man looks at you like a hungry wolf looks at its dinner. Don't tell me you never felt that. Or do you just enjoy being chased after by men?"
Abigail was angered by Greg's words.
"What do you mean by that, huh?"
"Simple. If you like getting pursued, I'll pursue you every day. How does that sound? Even after we get married, I'll still court you every day, so just let Hugh go and leave it to me."
Greg spoke matter-of-factly.
Abigail was speechless.
This man didn't look like he was jealous. Instead, he seemed to be mad that someone had touched something that was originally his. But since when had she belonged to him?
Just because she gave birth to his daughters?
Abigail felt that something was very, very wrong!
"Just shut up and eat! Take it or leave it. Make up your mind!"
Abigail's expression suddenly darkened, and her cold voice made Greg uneasy.
This woman is too arrogant, but that's exactly what I like about her.
Greg touched his nose and said in a low voice, "I choose to eat. If I don't, I won't even have the energy to leave. It'd be so embarrassing if you threw me out."
Abigail almost burst out laughing.
Is this man really the dark emperor? The overlord of the underworld?
Why does he look more like an idiot to me?