Not One, But Two!

Chapter 132

Splash! Abigail was woken up by a pail of icy cold water. Although the icy cold temperature instantly woke her up,

her mind felt a sharp pain.

F*ck! Someone drugged me with chloroform!

As soon as the thought came into her mind, Abigail instantly squinted her eyes. Then, she looked around with a

sharp gaze, only to find that she had been tied up. There was a person sitting in front of her, and that person was

Quinn.

Upon seeing Quinn, Abigail immediately comprehended the situation. "Mr. Milburn, don't you know you're

committing a crime here?"

At this moment, Abigail felt that her arms and legs were sore and painful. Her head was also aching terribly. No

doubt, these were the after-effects of chloroform.

Yet, Quinn did not seem to care at all. He looked at Abigail and sneered, "I'd begged you before, but you didn't

agree. You want money? I have money. If 5 million isn't enough, I can give you 8 million, or even 10 million. Any

figure is fine as long as you agreed to perform the surgery for my wife. Once the surgery is successful, I shall owe

you a favor, and in the future, I will be obliged to do whatever you request of me. But why won't you agree?"

As Abigail looked at the persistence and bigotry in Quinn's eyes, she could not help feeling a little frustrated.

"I've told you before: Your wife is currently not fit to undergo a surgery. Besides, there's also no need for her to

undergo any surgery. Her body can't withstand the risk and stimulation of a surgery at all."

"I don't care! Everyone says you're the best surgeon in the world, and there's no surgery that you can't perform.

The reason for you to refuse performing a surgery for my wife isn't because her body is unfit like you said, but

because you're unwilling to perform it. Am I right? You want to spend time with your lover, and you're afraid that

my wife's surgery will interrupt your dates. Isn't that right?" All of a sudden, Quinn burst into anger, and he abruptly

kicked the stool in front of him.

"Abigail, you're a doctor! Isn't it your duty to save lives? How can you disregard my wife's life for the sake of your

personal relationship? How can you?"

Despite confronting Quinn's raging state, Abigail simply frowned.

"Is there something wrong with your head? What does being in a relationship have to do with me saving lives? I'm

still going to say the same thing—I can't perform the surgery for your wife. If we give her conservative treatment

now, she can still live up to around six months. But once you insist on proceeding with the surgery, she'll instantly

die on the surgical bed. I've told you these before, and Professor Palmer should know too. Could it be that you don't

believe his words?"

However, instead of subsiding Quinn's anger, Abigail's words angered him even further.

"You still dare mention Professor Palmer? He's the one who told me that others may not be able to do anything

about my wife's illness, but you can definitely cure my wife. Dr. Kain, I'm begging you, please! Ever since my wife

got married to me, she has never been blessed with a good life. She accompanied me to endure hardships and was

with me when I started my business. Finally, I'm rich now, and I want to give her a good life. Yet, she was diagnosed

with such an illness. So please, I'm begging you to save her. As long as I can cure her, I don't care if I'll lose all the

money I have. I'm begging you, please?"

In an instant, Quinn kneeled down in front of Abigail. Without caring if Abigail would agree to help him or not, Quinn

kept kowtowing to Abigail. Tears glimpsed in his eyes, making people distressed.

All of a sudden, Abigail felt bad.

I am a doctor. As long as I can save the person, I'll definitely do it. I'll still do it even if the other party is penniless.

But, Mrs. Milburn truly can't undergo surgery. If I perform a surgery for her, that means I'm sending her to her

deathbed in advance. As a doctor, I'm very sure of my judgement.

At the same time, Abigail was puzzled. I didn't offend Professor Palmer, so why did he misguide Mr. Milburn in such

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a way? Could it be for the sake of medical research fundings? But disregarding one's life because of this? Is that

something a professor, and a doctor, should do?

At the same time, Abigail was puzzled. I didn't offend Professor Palmer, so why did he misguide Mr. Milburn in such

a way? Could it be for the sake of medical research fundings? But disregarding one's life because of this? Is that

something a professor, and a doctor, should do?

Abigail looked at Quinn, who kept kowtowing to her. Then, she said in a sad voice, "Mr. Milburn, I am a doctor, not a

deity. I can't treat every patient. I am very moved by the affections between you and your wife, but I'm still going to

stick with my words. Just accompany her. I really can't perform this surgery."

Quinn's kowtow suddenly stopped.

As he slowly raised his head, Quinn's teary eyes suddenly turned malevolent. It even carried a trace of madness

and bigotry. "Abigail, you were given a choice to do it the easy way or the hard way. It looks like you're choosing the

hard way, huh?"

Currently, Quinn looked like an evil spirit. His eyes were staring at Abigail. It was as if as long as Abigail answered

'yes', he would charge toward her and tear her into pieces.

Abigail slightly frowned. She had met such family members of her patients before, but she had never seen any with

such persistence and madness. Mostly, they would just reprimand her for being heartless.

Abigail knew that the deeper Quinn's feelings had for his wife, the more danger she might be in. I need to figure out

a way to save myself.

Although Arianna had taken the medicine, one could not identify whether she was having a fever or not because of

her health condition.

As she thought of her youngest daughter, Abigail's eyes turned cold.

I will save anyone regardless of circumstances and without distinction as well as privileges. But I'm really angry

when I'm being forced in such a way.

A scalpel slid down Abigail's sleeve.

Silently holding the scalpel with her fingers, Abigail cut the rope that was tying her up.

When he saw that Abigail was silent, Quinn's gaze on her grew even colder. He could not help but become more

agitated.

"Don't think that I don't dare to hurt you! If you don't perform the surgery for my wife today, I will ruin you. Since I

can't even use the best surgeon in the world to help me, let there be no best surgeon in the world from now on!"

Quinn did not look like he was joking at all.

At some point, Quinn suddenly had a cold dagger in his hand. Step by step, he approached Abigail.

"I'm going to ask you again: Are you going to perform the surgery for my wife?"

Quinn had already put the dagger against Abigail's neck. It even pierced into her fair neck, considering the blade

was incredibly sharp. A drop of bright red blood suddenly flowed out.

The slight pain made Abigail's eyes grow even colder.

"Mr. Milburn, you'd better know what you're doing!"

"Of course I do! I'm killing someone! It's murder! But, what about it? If my wife can't live, then what's the meaning

for me to stay alive? As for you, you're a doctor, yet you have no sense of duty. I can be considered as helping

society to clear off pests like you!"

Quinn exclaimed with extreme moral earnestness. Yet, Abigail merely wanted to scoff at his face.

Using the dagger, Abigail hastily cut the rope.

With a snap, the rope was cut open.

A trace of relief and joy flashed in Abigail's heart.

"Mr. Milburn, I'll give you another chance! Get the dagger away from me. Don't force me."

I can be kind, but I must not let myself fall into danger and death. I still have my daughters, whom I need to look

after, so I can't afford to die here.

Abigail's coldness made Quinn stunned for a moment. Later, when he realized that he was actually frightened by

Abigail's gaze, Quinn could not help yelling furiously, "Shut up! I'll give you another chance. Otherwise—"

At the some time, Abigoil wos puzzled. I didn't offend Professor Polmer, so why did he misguide Mr. Milburn in such

o woy? Could it be for the soke of medicol reseorch fundings? But disregording one's life becouse of this? Is thot

something o professor, ond o doctor, should do?

Abigoil looked ot Quinn, who kept kowtowing to her. Then, she soid in o sod voice, "Mr. Milburn, I om o doctor, not o

deity. I con't treot every potient. I om very moved by the offections between you ond your wife, but I'm still going to

stick with my words. Just occompony her. I reolly con't perform this surgery."

Quinn's kowtow suddenly stopped.

As he slowly roised his heod, Quinn's teory eyes suddenly turned molevolent. It even corried o troce of modness

ond bigotry. "Abigoil, you were given o choice to do it the eosy woy or the hord woy. It looks like you're choosing the

hord woy, huh?"

Currently, Quinn looked like on evil spirit. His eyes were storing ot Abigoil. It wos os if os long os Abigoil onswered

'yes', he would chorge toword her ond teor her into pieces.

Abigoil slightly frowned. She hod met such fomily members of her potients before, but she hod never seen ony with

such persistence ond modness. Mostly, they would just reprimond her for being heortless.

Abigoil knew thot the deeper Quinn's feelings hod for his wife, the more donger she might be in. I need to figure out

o woy to sove myself.

Although Arionno hod token the medicine, one could not identify whether she wos hoving o fever or not becouse of

her heolth condition.

As she thought of her youngest doughter, Abigoil's eyes turned cold.

I will sove onyone regordless of circumstonces ond without distinction os well os privileges. But I'm reolly ongry

when I'm being forced in such o woy.

A scolpel slid down Abigoil's sleeve.

Silently holding the scolpel with her fingers, Abigoil cut the rope thot wos tying her up.

When he sow thot Abigoil wos silent, Quinn's goze on her grew even colder. He could not help but become more

ogitoted.

"Don't think thot I don't dore to hurt you! If you don't perform the surgery for my wife todoy, I will ruin you. Since I

con't even use the best surgeon in the world to help me, let there be no best surgeon in the world from now on!"

Quinn did not look like he wos joking ot oll.

At some point, Quinn suddenly hod o cold dogger in his hond. Step by step, he opprooched Abigoil.

"I'm going to osk you ogoin: Are you going to perform the surgery for my wife?"

Quinn hod olreody put the dogger ogoinst Abigoil's neck. It even pierced into her foir neck, considering the blode

wos incredibly shorp. A drop of bright red blood suddenly flowed out.

The slight poin mode Abigoil's eyes grow even colder.

"Mr. Milburn, you'd better know whot you're doing!"

"Of course I do! I'm killing someone! It's murder! But, whot obout it? If my wife con't live, then whot's the meoning

for me to stoy olive? As for you, you're o doctor, yet you hove no sense of duty. I con be considered os helping

society to cleor off pests like you!"

Quinn excloimed with extreme morol eornestness. Yet, Abigoil merely wonted to scoff ot his foce.

Using the dogger, Abigoil hostily cut the rope.

With o snop, the rope wos cut open.

A troce of relief ond joy floshed in Abigoil's heort.

"Mr. Milburn, I'll give you onother chonce! Get the dogger owoy from me. Don't force me."

I con be kind, but I must not let myself foll into donger ond deoth. I still hove my doughters, whom I need to look

ofter, so I con't offord to die here.

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Abigoil's coldness mode Quinn stunned for o moment. Loter, when he reolized thot he wos octuolly frightened by

Abigoil's goze, Quinn could not help yelling furiously, "Shut up! I'll give you onother chonce. Otherwise—"

Bang! Before Quinn could finish speaking, the door was kicked open with a loud noise.

At the same time, Abigail suddenly did a claw knife movement and directly buckled Quinn on the chair.

"Honey!" A rapid yet weak cry pierced into their eardrums.

Following the sound of the voice, Abigail saw Greg walk in like Lucifer. He was full of killing intent, and behind him

was a woman who had been detained. She was looking at Quinn in Abigail's hand, feeling nervous and worried.

"Darling? How did you come here? Who are you guys?" Quinn suddenly got emotional.

Abigail was a little stunned.

I did think that Greg would look for me after I was kidnapped, but I didn't expect him to come so quickly.

Similar event had happened before, and Abigail solved it all by herself. Therefore, she did not have any hope for the

incident that took place this time. Yet, Greg came to save her, looking like a deity.

Abigail could not comprehend what was in her heart. It was true that she could solve everything in front of her. But

because Greg showed up, her emotions stirred up a little.

"Why did you come?"

"Are you hurt?"

The two of them started talking at the same time, but the words coming out of their mouths were different.

Greg's eyes were filled with immense anger. The moment he approached Abigail, he stretched out his legs and

kicked Quinn out of Abigail's grip.

"Troy, destroy his hand!" Greg was so full of killing intent that his aura even brought the surrounding air down to

freezing point.

"No, don't hurt my husband! It's all my fault! It's me! If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have done such a thing! Please,

don't hurt him!" Teal Reeves, who was Quinn's wife, cried devastatingly.

Troy looked at Greg slightly. In Greg's eyes, there was only the blood on Abigail's neck.

It was so dazzling yet so distressing.

"What are you waiting for? Troy, have you been living such a comfortable life that you've forgotten what your past

profession was? Can you do it or not? If you can't do it, go home and farm!" Greg's rage was unleashed like a

typhoon.

Troy shivered. He did not dare to delay any longer. So, he stepped forward and broke Quinn's right hand with a

crack.

"Argh!" Quinn's whole body was breaking in cold sweat.

With her voice sounding hoarse, Teal cried out, "Please don't make things difficult for him! If you want to kill

someone, kill me. I am the culprit. Kill me!"

Upon hearing Teal's cry, Quinn endured the pain. Looking at his wife in front of him, he tried to show a smile. "Teal,

don't cry. I'm okay. It doesn't hurt at all. As long as I can save you, I don't mind even if they kill me."

"But I mind! If you're dead, what's the point of me being alive? We've consulted so many doctors, and they all say I

can't be saved. Why can't you think things through?"

Teal could not help crying when she heard her husband say those words.

Although Teal did not know Greg, who was in front of her, she knew he was no ordinary man. After all, he was able

to locate the Milburn Residence so swiftly and snatch her away under the watchful eyes of so many bodyguards.

It was a pity that her husband acted recklessly because of her illness. He must have provoked someone he should

not have provoked.

Greg did not have feelings regarding the affection of this couple. He took a quick step forward, took out a clean

handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the blood on Abigail's neck.

"Did you get injured elsewhere?" Greg's eyes flashed with worry. Seeing that, Abigail was suddenly filled with

warmth and affection. She held Greg's hand and wanted to say that she was fine. However, she did not expect that

in the next second, Greg would directly pull her hand toward his embrace and wrap himself around her.