Not One, But Two!

Chapter 111

Abigail felt that Emma was like a lunatic, so she didn't even bother talking to Emma.

After she was done washing the dishes, she planned on heading back upstairs. Unfortunately, Emma didn't know

how to read the room.

Even if she was suffering at Abigail's hands, she still completely forgot how powerful Abigail was whenever Jonathan

was mentioned.

"Don't go! Don't you feel guilty at all? Abigail, why are you such a cheap woman? Are all the men in the world dead?

Why would you come and steal my man from me?"

Emma grabbed Abigail's arm tightly in an unrelenting manner, making the latter feel really annoyed.

"Let go!"

"I won't! How dare you hook up with another person's fiancé and become his mistress? Believe it or not, I will

publish this online tomorrow and tell everyone that you, the best surgeon in the world, robbed your sister's fiancé!

By then, let's see how you can face your patients in the future."

Emma felt that she was simply too intelligent.

Who cares if Abigail is very strong? She is a celebrity now! Aren't celebrities afraid of scandals? It's easy! I can

damage Abigail's reputation easily!

Upon thinking of this, Emma raised her head high in an arrogant manner.

Meanwhile, Abigail couldn't help but feel amused.

"Who are you calling a mistress?"

"You, of course!"

"Why do I remember that Jonathan was my boyfriend, though? Also, you were the one who used despicable means

to take him away from me. Clearly, you're the mistress, right?"

Abigail's words made Emma's face change suddenly.

Jonathan, the man I care about most, likes Abigail. Whether it was before or now, he's always liked her. I'm aware

about this, and it's precisely why I'm angry at Abigail. How is she worthy of him? She's just used goods. How dare

she snatch Jonathan from me?

"Abigail, let me tell you that Jonathan is mine now! You'd better stay away from him, otherwise—"

"Are you even worthy of threatening me? Emma, I have no interest in Jonathan at all, but I don't mind telling him to

break up with you if you dare to mess with me again!"

As soon as Abigail said these words, Emma's expression suddenly changed.

"How dare you?"

"Feel free to try me. I promise you I won't hold back."

After Abigail finished saying this, she shook off Emma's hand.

Emma didn't dare to stop Abigail this time, but she said pitifully, "Abigail, please let Jonathan go. I'm begging you.

Look, you have everything now. You're rich and famous, so what kind of man can't you have? Just take pity on me,

okay? Don't contact Jonathan anymore, alright?"

Abigail rarely saw Emma looking so humble.

Emma had always been arrogant in front of Abigail since young; after all, Sasha could think up schemes for her,

whereas Philip cared for her.

On the other hand, it was Abigail whom nobody loved.

Upon thinking of this, Abigail felt a little irritable.

"I'm not interested in Jonathan. I'll say it again—a man you think of as treasure isn't necessarily valuable to others."

After speaking, Abigail went upstairs. Nonetheless, her good mood from earlier had disappeared. She simply dried

her hair and lay down to sleep until dawn.

When she woke up, Abigail stretched slightly. Feeling that her wound was less painful, she realized that it was almost

healed.

After she got up and took a bath, she found that Greg had sent her a message saying that he had to go to the

company to deal with something first, and they would have lunch together at 12.00PM. Then, he told her that he

had made her breakfast and put it in her house.

Abigail turned her head slightly, and sure enough, she found a thermal insulation container on the bedside table.

She had not noticed Greg's entry this morning. Perhaps she was so trusting of his presence that she lost even basic

vigilance.

She felt that this was not appropriate, but she still opened the container to reveal warm millet porridge inside. It

was nourishing and gentle on the digestive system.

When she realized that Greg was thinking of her digestion all the time, Abigail was moved. Although it was just

millet porridge, she ate it as if it was a gourmet meal.

After eating, Abigail tidied up, turned on her phone and checked the messages from her children. All they asked

was how her relationship with Greg was progressing.

Abigail felt that her two daughters were smart enough, so she simply did not reply to their messages.

As she continued to scroll down, she noticed Jonathan's message asking her out for a meal.

Am I a foodie in his eyes? Why is he asking me out for meals all the time?

However, Abigail didn't even think about replying to him. He was Emma's man now, so no matter how their

relationship was like, she didn't want to intervene or give Jonathan any hope.

After looking through the phone, she couldn't find any calls or messages from Sasha. At that, Abigail's lips raised

coldly. She opened the door, went downstairs, walked to the sofa and pulled the sleeping Emma up. As she tugged

Emma's hair slightly, she made the woman scream in pain.

"Ah! Abigail, it hurts! What are you doing? Let me go!" Emma's voice was harsh.

Abigail ignored her and dragged her to the kitchen.

"What are you doing? My scalp is about to fall off! Abigail!" Emma felt a burning pain on her scalp.

She was dragged into the kitchen by Abigail before being abruptly shoved away, causing her to stagger and almost

fall.

"What are you…"

Before she could scold Abigail, she saw the latter taking out the kitchen knife and throwing it toward Emma's finger.

"Ah! Help! I'm being murdered!"

Emma was so frightened that she screamed again. Her face turned pale, and her whole body was shaking.

Abigail kept the video recording function on. Next, she grabbed Emma's hand and pressed it on the cutting board

before she said to the camera, "It seems that Miss Sasha really doesn't want Emma's hand anymore. Which finger

do you want? I promise to deliver it to you while it's still warm."

Hearing this, Emma almost fainted.

"No! Mom, save me! Abigail is a lunatic! She will really kill me! Mom..." Emma sobbed.

Her snot and tears flowed, making her look utterly pitiful.

Abigail was very satisfied with the video effect, so she shoved Emma away and sent the video to Sasha.

Once Emma was released, she felt exhausted. Moments ago, she really thought that Abigail was going to do

something bad to her.

Oh God, who will save me?

Emma continued sobbing.

"Shut up!" Abigail was annoyed by the noise and scolded coldly. However, Emma was truly terrified, so she couldn't

stop crying.

"If you cry some more, I'll cut your tongue out."

As Abigail took out the scalpel, Emma immediately stopped crying and quickly covered her mouth.

As such, Abigail simply felt that her sister was dumb for acting arrogant in front of her when Emma was a rather

cowardly person in reality.

After packing up her scalpel, Abigail returned to her room.

Greg was not free, and she had no friends. Since there was no news from Sasha either, she had nothing to do.

Hence, she took out her phone and played two games before receiving a call from Sasha.

"Don't you mess around! If something happens to Emma, I guarantee you won't get anything."

"Do you really think I care? Sasha, the only reason I haven't done anything to her yet is because I can't be bothered

to. Otherwise, do you think that I really need you if I want to get Philip's blood sample or hair? I gave you a chance

to help me, but you don't know an opportunity even if you see it. Thus, there's no choice but to let Emma sacrifice

for you."

What Abigail said was very brutal, and Sasha was really frightened.

"Don't! Don't touch my daughter! I'll give it to you in a moment, but you have to bring my daughter! We'll exchange

at the same time."

"Sure, I'm not interested in raising your daughter for you."

Abigail was a little excited after hanging up the phone. I will get Philip's sample soon, and I will know soon if I'm

biologically related to him.

Abigail tidied herself up, and Sasha quickly sent her the location.

When Abigail glanced at it, she noticed that it was a little far from Allie's Garden. Fortunately, she had a car.

After going downstairs, she found Emma sitting there in a dazed state while she stared outside.

Truth be told, Abigail actually envied Emma; no matter what Emma did or what kind of person she was, Sasha was

always behind her to help her out or do anything for Emma.

This also made Abigail think of her mother.

If she had grown up with her mother, would she have been just as happy as Emma?

Thinking of this, Abigail felt a little emotional.

Even though she had become a mother herself, the feeling of longing for a mother's love continued unabated.

"Get up and pack your things. I'll take you to your mother."

Abigail kicked Emma, who was taken aback by it. Then, the latter got up and went to the bathroom to take a

shower. Following that, Abigail threw a set of her clothes to her.

"Change your clothes! You stink all over."

Emma didn't refute either and quietly changed her clothes before following Abigail out the door.

Her quietness made Abigail a little surprised and a little more vigilant.

In order to prevent Emma from making any trouble, Abigail had her sit in the passenger seat.

After starting the car, Emma still didn't say anything. She just watched the scenery outside calmly and was

completely silent.

While glancing at her slightly, Abigail found that Emma was very beautiful when she was quiet.

She had inherited all of Sasha and Philip's better features. In fact, her facial features were particularly distinctive,

making others unable to take their eyes off her.

At this moment, she looked like an elegant lady when she remained quiet.

After Abigail sized Emma up, she felt that it was fine. No matter what Emma came up with, she could always control

the woman. If worse came to worse, she could just use force to subdue Emma.

Thinking of this, Abigail drove out of Allie's Garden.

Emma didn't speak at all throughout the entire ride, whereas Abigail soon arrived at the location given by Sasha. It

was the address of a club. Abigail was not very familiar with the clubs in recent years, and she wasn't sure if Sasha

was familiar with this place. However, she decided to be vigilant and sent the location to Greg with a message that

read, 'I have an appointment here with Sasha. Can you check if it's safe here?'

After that, Abigail took Emma out of the car. In order to prevent Emma from escaping, she tightly clasped the

acupuncture points on Emma's wrists.

Just as the two of them were about to go in, a large number of reporters suddenly appeared and surrounded

Abigail and Emma.