Not One, But Two!

Chapter 125

The car was not fast. Abigail opened the window slightly, and the warm air blew on her face, which was very

comfortable.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she took time to enjoy the scenery.

In the past, she had no time or energy. Now, she had time, and there was also someone who could be with her.

Abigail felt that life could indeed be great.

There were women walking outside holding their baby's hands, and she couldn't help thinking of her two children.

In fact, strictly speaking, she was not a qualified mother because after her children were born, she spent very little

time with them, let alone holding their hands and going out for a walk with them.

Her two children also clung to her at the beginning. She still remembered coaxing Alissa to sleep at night, but a

phone call came and told her that there was an emergency operation at the hospital, and she needed to be there

immediately.

Nevertheless, Alissa cried and asked her not to go. She felt like her heart was about to break, but how could she not

go?

Being a doctor was her profession, but the living environment and conditions at the time also forced her into

performing that operation.

So she went, leaving the sobbing Alissa behind. When she came back in the middle of the night, Alissa had already

fallen asleep, but she was crying in her sleep, calling out for her mother the whole time.

Abigail suddenly felt sad, and she nearly shed a tear.

Greg observed her and saw that she was not in a good mood, so he couldn't help but feel upset as well.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. It's just that seeing a woman walking with her baby reminded me of Alissa's childhood."

Abigail seldom said this to others, not even to Hugh.

But in front of Greg, she suddenly felt sad and blamed herself.

"I'm sorry, Greg. I'm not a good mother. When the children were young, I had to earn money and perform

surgeries, so I often didn't accompany them. I even felt that twenty-four hours a day was not enough and thought

they were really a burden to me. I gave them too little love."

Abigail's words made Greg feel sad as well.

"If you're incompetent, then what about me? From the moment they were conceived in your womb to the moment

they were born and are now running about, what did I give to them? I gave them nothing."

Greg's words made Abigail even more remorseful.

"It's not your fault. You didn't know they existed."

"That's not your fault either. You also wanted to accompany them, didn't you? It's just that life didn't allow it. Well,

don't think about this anymore. We can't return to the past. The least we can do is do well in the future, right?

Tomorrow, we'll go out and play with the kids," Greg suddenly proposed.

In fact, it wasn't too sudden. He had thought about bringing this family of four out for a trip many times before, but

he just couldn't find the right time to make it happen. Abigail happened to mention this matter today, so Greg

naturally proposed his idea.

Abigail couldn't help but remember what she said when she ate at Niene's place last time.

"Alright. Arianna hasn't been out for a long time, so it's not a bad idea to take her out for a stroll."

When she thought of her asthmatic daughter, Abigail felt a little remorse.

"Arianna has had asthma since she was born. I've tried many methods, but there is no cure for it."

"There is no cure for something hereditary. It's okay for my daughter to be pampered and raised the best way we

could. Don't worry about it."

Greg reached out and held Abigail's hand.

Abigail paused slightly and said with a blush, "Concentrate on driving. I don't want to die young."

"Don't worry. I'm still waiting to marry you."

When Greg said this, Abigail felt a layer of ripples in her heart.

The two went to The Aroma for dinner, and then Greg drove Abigail to the top of the mountain.

He put his coat around Abigail's body, then jumped onto the roof of the car and stretched out his hand toward

Abigail.

"Come on! Let's watch the stars together."

"What's so beautiful about the stars?"

Although Abigail said so, she still gave Greg her hand.

The two were lying side by side on the roof of the car.

The vast starry sky flickered with countless stars, twinkling brightly, which comforted them.

Abigail smiled and said, "Did you know? When I was a child, I also liked to look at the stars because someone told

me that when a person dies, they will turn into stars and hang in the sky to watch over you. I thought my mother

had passed away, so whenever I felt wronged, I would always look at the starry sky and guess which star was her. I

would wonder if she would feel bad for me as well when I was sad, and I would even talk to the stars like a crazy

person. At that time, I regarded the whole starry sky as my mother, but now that I know that she is still alive, and

she might even be living happily and joyfully in a certain corner of the world, I can't really put into words how I feel."

Greg took her hand and put it in his palm.

His hand was big enough to envelop Abigail's hand; it was dry with a touch of warmth.

"There are too many things that don't go well in one's life. If you fixate on everything, wouldn't you be exhausted?

Anyway, everyone has their own choices. Maybe when your mother left you, it was a last resort. Maybe it was for

other reasons, but what you lost, I'll make up for you."

Abigail was moved by Greg's words, but she also felt a little amused.

"How are you going to make up for it? Don't tell me you're going to be my mother."

"I only want to be your man. The role of your mother should be left to my mother."

Greg's words reminded Abigail of Valerie.

"By the way, how has Madam Buckley's health been recently? I haven't seen her for a few days. Where is she?"

"Maybe she went to my uncle's house. My mother can't be idle. She always looks for things to do. Why? Do you miss

her? Shall I get her to come with us for the outing tomorrow?"

Greg really liked Abigail and Valerie together. After all, Valerie had always liked Abigail as well.

Abigail paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Sure. But she is a patient of mine, and I haven't seen her

recently for a follow-up. I just want to know how she's recovering."

"I'll ask her to come back for a follow-up tomorrow. That old lady is too irresponsible."

Although he said that, Abigail could hear that Greg truly cared for Valerie.

"Does Madam Buckley treat you well?"

"Yeah, she treats me very well. I was pretty much raised by my mother alone."

Greg put his arms under his head. He looked up at the starry sky and uttered, "Ever since I can remember, my

mother had been running around with me to make a living. We slept under the overpass before; we even slept next

to the trash can and almost picked up the trash to eat."

"What?"

Abigail looked at Greg in surprise.

Greg smiled bitterly.

"Unbelievable, right? You can't imagine that Greg Buckley, the Fourth Young Master of Harrion, lived such a hard life

when he was a child."

"But how come? I thought you ran a family business."

After Abigail said this, she realized that just like everyone else, she didn't know Greg very well.

The Buckley Group was a rising star and a newcomer in Harrion. Some people said that it rose rapidly because of

its relationship with the other three young masters of Harrion, while others said that the Buckleys were originally an

influential family, but they just didn't like to show off. However, no matter which it was, nothing about this showed

that Greg had had such a difficult childhood.

Greg said with a wry smile, "It's considered a family business. Buckley Group is the property of my mother's family.

Later, no one inherited it, so my mother took over. But before that, we really had a very miserable life. When I was

thirteen years old, I joined the mafia because there was nothing else I could do. My mother was sick and had a

severe fever, but I didn't even have money to buy medicine. At that time, I asked the owner of the pharmacy, but

they said that in society, I couldn't even afford to talk about anything without money. The poor can't afford to live,

so it's better to die. At that time, I realized how cold this society truly is."

Abigail's heart suddenly ached when Greg said this.

She always thought that he was born rich and talented; she didn't expect him to have such a past.

Not only that, she always thought that she lived a very hard life and was bullied in the Kain Family, but compared

with Greg, she at least had a place to live and food to eat. What did he have?

He was thirteen!

What was she doing at thirteen?

Although she was bullied by Sasha and Emma, she did not have to worry about food and clothing.

Abigail held Greg's hand tightly and whispered, "It's all over now."

"Yeah, it's all over now."

Greg hugged Abigail tightly.

At the age of thirteen, he wounded someone with a knife for the first time. It was Bruno, the son of the head of the

military region.

He thought that if he had chosen a different person to rob at that time and not Bruno, maybe he would have really

walked further down the crooked path and ended up becoming a fugitive.

He would never forget those memories.

It was Bruno who gave him money to treat his mother's illness, and it was also Bruno who asked him to bring his

mother to live at the Holdens' and gave them a roof over their heads.

His mother's illness gradually got better, and he was also arranged by Bruno to go to school, so he got to know

Cody and the others, including Genevieve.

Now that he thought about it, Genevieve saw how desolate he was at the time, so it was no wonder she didn't

choose him.

She was the daughter of the chief of staff. She was so high up, so how could she like a man who couldn't even

afford to have three meals a day?

He was too stupid and persistent back then, and he always felt that if he persevered, he would eventually succeed.

So even though he became successful, made achievements, and really became one of the Four Young Masters of

Harrion, Genevieve never even took him seriously at all, right?

Greg hugged Abigail in front of him and asked in a low voice, "Abbie, do you still love me after knowing this?"

Abigail could hear a trace of sadness in his tone.

She stretched out her arms to circle his waist and pressed her face to his chest. His heart that was beating like a

war drum showed his nervousness and anxiety.

Abigail said with a soft voice, "I have been bullied since I was a child, and I was restricted from making friends by

Philip. Every day, apart from going to school, I went home and did housework. Sometimes, the servants could even

bully me at will. Later, I finally got a boyfriend, but Emma also took a fancy to him. She schemed and brought me to

the bar, then gave me a spiked drink; as a result, my virginity was taken. She even stole my boyfriend, and when

she got home, she accused me of things. She slandered me, saying that I was fooling around with wild men. My dad

saw that I was useless, so he locked me in the basement and wanted me to marry a sixty-year-old man in exchange

for a sum of money for the company. Eventually, I injured Emma from trying to escape. Do you still love me even

after knowing I'm like this?"