Not One, But Two!

Chapter 88

Someone suddenly opened the door to the bathroom, and Hugh's familiar face immediately appeared in front of Abigail.

"Abbie, it's me."

His face was a little pale, and the bandages on his body were already soaked red from the blood.

Abigail frowned slightly. "Were you risking your life again? Am I some sort of free healthcare facility for you?"

Despite saying that, Abigail still fetched the medicine kit skillfully and said to Hugh, "Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed."

"Okay."

Hugh obediently did as he was told.

As he watched Abigail, he felt his heart melt.

He remembered that time when he put Alissa in danger because of what he did. Even until today, he was still remorseful about it.

"Abbie, I'm so sorry for last time, for not handling Allie's matters better. Where is she? I want to give her something as an apology."

Suddenly, Abigail's hands paused. She could see Alissa in her mind, gasping for air and barely holding on.

To be honest, Abigail knew that she couldn't blame Hugh for that. It was her fault for trusting Hugh too much and letting her child stay in that dangerous place. However, this man kept saying that he would treat the children as his own, and she realized she must have believed him all these years.

In crucial moments, he might have left due to pressing matters, but for Alissa, it was a disaster.

These few days, Abigail kept wondering what Greg would have done.

Would he also leave Alissa alone, like Hugh did?

As she recalled how Greg risked his life to save Alissa, Abigail thought he definitely wouldn't do what Hugh did.

Greg absolutely wouldn't leave Alissa alone in that place.

She didn't think much of it without the comparison, but once she put the two side by side, she couldn't keep her calm anymore.

Seeing Abigail in a daze, Hugh called her name.

"Abbie, are you listening?"

Abigail instantly came to her senses. Even though there wasn't much of a change in her gaze, Hugh had been with her for so many years that he could still sense the shift in Abigail's emotions. He instantly panicked a little.

"Abbie, are you still upset with me? You can hit me and scold me if you want to, and if that's not enough, you can give me a few stabs as well. Just don't ignore me, please. I really didn't think anything would happen to Allie."

Hugh gripped Abigail's hand tightly, the wounds on his body opening again due to his movements. Blood began to seep out, and Abigail couldn't help but sigh at the smell of blood.

"I'll dress your wounds first."

"You don't have to dress my wounds if you haven't forgiven me. Just leave me to die, for I deserved it. I owe Allie one."

Hugh was absolutely serious when he said it.

Abigail was furious. "What are you doing now? Threatening me? Hugh, this is your own body and your own life. If you don't want it anymore, you can leave right now!"

At this point, Abigail was done being nice.

Hugh realized then that she was really mad, so he couldn't help but throw away all his pride.

"Abbie, you really don't care if I lived or died anymore?"

"I don't have the capacity to."

Abigail tossed the medicine kit to Hugh, then got up to leave.

Hugh wanted to go after her, but he stopped because of his wounds. Even when he yelped on purpose, Abigail didn't turn to look at him.

The loud bang of the door conveyed the fact that Abigail was not in a good mood.

It was only after she got out of the house that Abigail realized she had nowhere to go.

Isn't this a little too sad?

She sighed and went straight to Greg's place.

"What happened?"

Greg noticed that she hadn't changed her clothes, and she also had a faint smell of blood about her, so he couldn't help but ask.

"I'll be borrowing your bathroom for a bit and a shirt too. Thanks."

With that, Abigail headed straight toward Greg's bedroom.

Greg narrowed his eyes and went down the stairs. Without another word, he went to Abigail's home.

Hugh was holding the medicine kit in hand, wondering if he should dress the wounds himself when Greg walked in.

When Greg saw Hugh bare-chested in Abigail's room, the look in his eyes changed immediately.

"Hugh, don't you think trespassing is illegal?"

"I'm here for Abbie. Stay out of this."

Hugh frowned, astonished to suddenly see Greg here.

He came here in a hurry, so he didn't know that Greg lived here as well.

Could it be that this man is part of the reason Abbie ignored me? Hugh's face fell.

Greg sneered and said, "I don't care who you're here for, but you almost got my daughter killed in Rorea. We have a score to settle."

"She's my goddaughter too! Did you think I wanted that to happen?"Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"Quit the nonsense."

Greg attacked Hugh right away. The two were quite skilled in combat, but now that Hugh was wounded, Greg viciously attacked Hugh's weakest spots.

Hugh was in so much pain that he was trembling all over.

"Greg, you're despicable!"

"Isn't that what we always do?"

Greg's attacks grew fiercer, and Hugh's bleeding got worse. The strong smell of blood soon permeated Abigail's bedroom, as if it were a crime scene.

Abigail calmed down a little after her shower, and as she emerged wearing Greg's shirt, she couldn't see Greg himself.

She didn't mind it much, but she finally realized something was wrong upon returning to her home.

Why are there sounds of fighting in my home?

Abigail hastily went to the bedroom, and she immediately flew into a rage when she opened the door.

Two grown men, Greg and Hugh, were fighting like little children.

Her vase had fallen onto the floor and smashed into a number of pieces, and the petals of her lilies were all scattered, leaving only bare branches and leaves dangling.

Her floorboards, her bed, and her couch were all tainted with blood. Overall, it was a gory sight.

Bang! Greg was about to hit Hugh when the latter dodged, so his fist landed on some glass instead.

With a crash, the glass broke and fell into pieces on the floor, shards spilling in all directions.

Abigail felt that all sense of reasoning had escaped her.

"Enough!" she growled, and the two men froze immediately.

"Abbie, listen, I'm defending myself. He's the one who started the fight. I—"

"Abigail—"

"Shut up and get out!"

Before Greg and Hugh could finish pleading their case, Abigail shouted at them.

"Get out!"

Abigail was so angry that she was shaking.

Doctors more or less had a penchant for cleanliness, and now that those two had turned her home into a crime scene, how could she stay here? How could she possibly rest in these conditions?

Greg noticed Abigail shaking in anger, then looked at the mess on the floor. His expression fell, and he went out first.

Hugh still wanted to put in one last struggle.

"Abbie, I—"

In the next moment, Abigail grabbed Hugh by the collar and threw him out.

Her actions were so neat and clear-cut that Greg secretly cheered.

After Hugh got thrown out, he felt that he must have broken his ribs.

So vicious!

Abbie is really mad.

Greg walked past him, seemingly in a good mood, as he said calmly, "You have to know your limits, okay?"

"Just you wait, Greg. Just you wait."

Hugh was so angry that his eyes went red.

Greg picked his ear like a hooligan and sneered, "Oh, I don't know about that. I only know that I don't want to see you at all. I want you out of sight right away."

"Dream on."

As soon as Hugh finished talking, Greg snapped his fingers. As if on cue, the security guard of the community came over.

"Mr. Buckley."

"See him out, please, and put him on the blacklist for good. If he was allowed even one step inside Allie's Garden, I'd have you all fired."

As soon as Greg finished speaking, someone came and carried Hugh out.

Poor Hugh used to be a champion, but he had lost too much blood from Greg's beating, so he had pitifully fallen from grace.

He was thrown out right away.

Greg raised an eyebrow. His daughter had bled so much that Hugh's bleeding looked minor in comparison. Hugh is lucky.

Still, they had all the time in the world to continue this later.

Greg sneered and went back to his home.

"Karen, go tidy up next door, please. And get a housekeeping company to change out all the items in the bedroom."

As Greg passed the orders, the servants in the house immediately went over in a team.

As Abigail was fretting about how to clean up, Karen came over with the team.

Abigail was visibly relieved. "Dr. Kain, Mr. Buckley says you can rest in his room."

What else could Abigail say under these circumstances?

She even wondered if Greg did it on purpose.

However, she had no other choice, so she could only go over to Greg's place.

Alissa noticed that Abigail had made two trips between the homes, so she couldn't help but ask, "Mommy, are you looking for something?"

"Nothing, just go and rest."

With that, she went angrily to Arianna's room.

"Let me sleep in your room for a bit."

As soon as Abigail finished talking, she flopped down on Arianna's bed.

Arianna was stunned.

Mommy looks so mad.

Who messed with her this time?

Is it Daddy?

She quietly went out, and when she saw Greg, she asked, "Daddy, did you make Mommy mad?"

"Something like that."

As Greg recalled Abigail's behavior just now, he couldn't help but rub his nose.

Arianna sighed and said, "How could you be so calm after making Mommy mad?"

"Then what should I do?"

Greg seemed interested.

Arianna cocked her head to one side and said, "You can beg for her forgiveness and maybe coax her a little."

"Coax her how?"

"You're so dumb! Just buy a present for her or something. Girls like that stuff."

Arianna hastily gave Greg some suggestions.

Coax Abigail?

Greg thought that this endeavor wouldn't have a high success rate, but seeing his daughter's look of anticipation, he could only sigh and say, "All right, I'll try."

As he spoke, Arianna pushed him out the door.

He window-shopped for a while, but he didn't know what Abigail liked. Is there anything she likes other than scalpels?

He forgot to ask Arianna just now, but he suddenly remembered the lilies on the windowsill of Abigail's room.

She probably likes flowers.

With that in mind, Greg went to the florists.

"I'll have a large bouquet of roses. Red ones, those that are red like fire."

Greg happily took the roses home.

Right after getting in, he was lucky as he bumped into Abigail, who had just woken up. He put the flowers in her arms and said with a grin, "For you."

Abigail's expression changed in an instant.