Not One, But Two!

Chapter 140

It would have been fine had Greg not said anything. Unfortunately, he nearly caused Valerie to choke on her rage

when those words left his mouth.

"Future daughter-in-law!? Abigail Kain!?"

"Huh? Didn't you choose her yourself?"

He had yet to notice that there was something strange about her tone. All of a sudden, he suddenly heard her say,

"Well, I'm regretting my decision now. I won't allow you to take her as your wife anymore. Will you do as I say?"

"Mom, what are you talking about?" His heart skipped a beat. He had finally noticed the anger in her tone. Why is

she angry? What ridiculous tantrum is she throwing?

"Come back. I'm not feeling well."

"Alright. I'll bring Abbie along to examine you."

He spoke subconsciously only to hear her cold answer. "If you want me to die faster, then feel free to bring her

along."

Her words immediately made his eyebrows furrow deeply. What is wrong with her today?

"Alright, I'll be there soon." Putting down the phone, his eyes darkened slightly.

Mom rarely loses her temper nowadays. Not to mention, Abigail is her savior. Her current tone does not reflect how

one speaks to their savior. Mulling over it, he picked up the phone and called Troy. "Find out who visited my mother

today."

"Understood, Mr. Buckley. I will get back to you in three minutes."

After hanging up the call, he did not dare to procrastinate. He changed into a fresh set of clothing and left the

house.

Standing at the entrance, he glanced toward Abigail's room door. He knew that she might be working hard right

now, so he did not tell her he was leaving and drove straight to Valerie's place.

Not long afterward, he received another phone call from Troy.

"Mr. Buckley, Young Master Jonathan visited Old Madam Buckley today. He didn't stay for long and left a short while

before you called me."

"Jonathan?" Greg leaned back in his seat, his falcon-like eyes flashing coldly. "That brat must be tired of living."

After saying that, he ended the call.

Hearing what Greg said, Troy thought to himself, I don't know what Young Master Jonathan did to anger Mr. Buckley,

but it probably has something to do with Old Madam Buckley.

With that thought in mind, he quickly called one of the subordinates working under him. "I recall there being a

project to be signed with the Fraser Family today."

"That's right, Mr. Adams."

"Put it on hold for the time being. Just claim that there are some unresolved problems at the moment. We will

discuss this matter again during the next appointment."

With just a single word from him, the project with Jonathan immediately failed to proceed. He could not be blamed

for this. Even though Jonathan was Greg's nephew, he had understood Greg's intentions just from listening to the

coldness of his words just now.

On the other side, Greg had arrived at Valerie's place.

"Mom, I'm back." He had only just opened the door when a blue porcelain vase flew toward him. He narrowly

caught the vase and said, "Mom, I bought this blue porcelain vase at an auction for 60 million. It's not something for

you to smash in rage."

"60 million!? Even if you gave me 600 million right now, it still wouldn't soothe me!"

Valeria glared at him furiously, causing him to feel very puzzled.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you going through menopause?

"I wish I was going through menopause!"

The old lady's words were becoming more and more nonsensical by the minute. He handed the vase over to the

servants by the side and stepped forward to massage her shoulders with a smile.

"Look at what you're saying. Aren't you afraid I might be hurt by your words?"

"Hmph! Will you even be hurt by my words? Do you even have space in your heart left for anybody else after

Abigail came along!?"

Her strange tone finally shifted to target Abigail.

Her strange tone finally shifted to target Abigail.

His eyes flickered slightly, but he continued to smile and asked, "Mom, what did Abigail do to upset you? Look at

how angry she made you. I won't even dare to marry her anymore if you're like this. If she made you so angry

before our marriage, then won't you two come to blows after our marriage?"

It was just a joke. Contrary to his expectations, she snorted coldly. "Don't marry her, then. The Buckley Family can't

afford to take in a woman like her."

His eyes immediately darkened considerably at those words. "Mom, just what is going on?"

"Look at that promiscuous woman!" Valerie threw the DNA test report and the pictures from five years ago that

Jonathan brought earlier at Greg. "I initially thought that she was a pitiful child with a difficult life. I never expected

her to be so immoral. Five years ago, she was in a relationship with Jonathan and even bore his children. But now,

she is using his children to deceive you and coax you into marrying her. Greg, she is your nephew's woman! What

will Victoria think if you snatched the Fraser Family's heir and Jonathan's woman!? What will the Fraser Family

think!?"

"I've never cared for what others think when I do something. You know that, Mom." Greg's voice turned grim.

She rarely ever saw him speaking to her so sternly, but he was doing so now because of Abigail. I'd be overjoyed if

Abigail was a good woman. Unfortunately, Abigail is disrupting the harmony in the family. How can I just watch as

my son sinks even deeper into this mess?

"Greg, I know you don't think much of Victoria and her family. All these years, many of the Fraser Family's

businesses only succeeded by relying on you. But, I raised her with my own hands. She also took good care of you

when you were younger. Are you really going to cause a fallout with Victoria and her family over such a

promiscuous woman?" She earnestly tried to persuade him.

However, he coldly snorted. "Mom, you're not that old, but why are you already senile? Abigail performed brain

surgery on you; could it be that she also cut out your intelligence?"

"You brat! What are you saying!?" She was so furious that she smacked him hard on the arm.

On the other hand, he nonchalantly sat on the sofa and looked at the pictures in his hand that were taken five years

ago. He found them very painful to look at—extremely so!

This woman's taste sure was bad five years ago. How can she fall in love with a scumbag like Jonathan?

Perhaps it was simply too painful to look at because he reached out and tore the pictures to shreds with loud

ripping noises.

Valerie finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him acting out in this manner. "Greg, it's true that Abigail

saved me. We will make life as easy for her as possible. After all, we don't lack the financial resources. In the worst

case, we can even pay her double the consultation fee. But, let's forget about you marrying her."

"Forget it?" Greg snorted coldly and spoke with an evil grin on his face. "This is the woman that I love the most. Why

should I get rid of her just because of a few words from Jonathan? Why should I just forget it?"

She was utterly stunned by his words.

"What do you mean? Do you really plan to snatch your nephew's woman!? The main issue is that they even have

children between them! Even if you snatched them over, what should the children call you!? Do they call you

Daddy? Or Uncle?"

"Allie and Aria are my daughters! I'm not so stupid that I can't even recognize my own daughters! Also, Abigail is

my woman! She gave her first time to me five years ago!"

The moment those words left his mouth, she was completely dumbfounded once more. "What do you mean? Did

you really sleep with Abigail five years ago?"

Her stronge tone finolly shifted to torget Abigoil.

His eyes flickered slightly, but he continued to smile ond osked, "Mom, whot did Abigoil do to upset you? Look ot

how ongry she mode you. I won't even dore to morry her onymore if you're like this. If she mode you so ongry

before our morrioge, then won't you two come to blows ofter our morrioge?"

It wos just o joke. Controry to his expectotions, she snorted coldly. "Don't morry her, then. The Buckley Fomily con't

offord to toke in o womon like her."

His eyes immediotely dorkened considerobly ot those words. "Mom, just whot is going on?"

"Look ot thot promiscuous womon!" Volerie threw the DNA test report ond the pictures from five yeors ogo thot

Jonothon brought eorlier ot Greg. "I initiolly thought thot she wos o pitiful child with o difficult life. I never expected

her to be so immorol. Five yeors ogo, she wos in o relotionship with Jonothon ond even bore his children. But now,

she is using his children to deceive you ond coox you into morrying her. Greg, she is your nephew's womon! Whot

will Victorio think if you snotched the Froser Fomily's heir ond Jonothon's womon!? Whot will the Froser Fomily

think!?"

"I've never cored for whot others think when I do something. You know thot, Mom." Greg's voice turned grim.

She rorely ever sow him speoking to her so sternly, but he wos doing so now becouse of Abigoil. I'd be overjoyed if

Abigoil wos o good womon. Unfortunotely, Abigoil is disrupting the hormony in the fomily. How con I just wotch os

my son sinks even deeper into this mess?

"Greg, I know you don't think much of Victorio ond her fomily. All these yeors, mony of the Froser Fomily's

businesses only succeeded by relying on you. But, I roised her with my own honds. She olso took good core of you

when you were younger. Are you reolly going to couse o follout with Victorio ond her fomily over such o

promiscuous womon?" She eornestly tried to persuode him.

However, he coldly snorted. "Mom, you're not thot old, but why ore you olreody senile? Abigoil performed broin

surgery on you; could it be thot she olso cut out your intelligence?"

"You brot! Whot ore you soying!?" She wos so furious thot she smocked him hord on the orm.

On the other hond, he noncholontly sot on the sofo ond looked ot the pictures in his hond thot were token five yeors

ogo. He found them very poinful to look ot—extremely so!

This womon's toste sure wos bod five yeors ogo. How con she foll in love with o scumbog like Jonothon?

Perhops it wos simply too poinful to look ot becouse he reoched out ond tore the pictures to shreds with loud

ripping noises.

Volerie finolly breothed o sigh of relief when she sow him octing out in this monner. "Greg, it's true thot Abigoil

soved me. We will moke life os eosy for her os possible. After oll, we don't lock the finonciol resources. In the worst

cose, we con even poy her double the consultotion fee. But, let's forget obout you morrying her."

"Forget it?" Greg snorted coldly ond spoke with on evil grin on his foce. "This is the womon thot I love the most. Why

should I get rid of her just becouse of o few words from Jonothon? Why should I just forget it?"

She wos utterly stunned by his words.

"Whot do you meon? Do you reolly plon to snotch your nephew's womon!? The moin issue is thot they even hove

children between them! Even if you snotched them over, whot should the children coll you!? Do they coll you

Doddy? Or Uncle?"

"Allie ond Ario ore my doughters! I'm not so stupid thot I con't even recognize my own doughters! Also, Abigoil is

my womon! She gove her first time to me five yeors ogo!"

The moment those words left his mouth, she wos completely dumbfounded once more. "Whot do you meon? Did

you reolly sleep with Abigoil five yeors ogo?"

"How else would we have children if we didn't sleep together?" he gloomily explained. "Mom, do you remember the

time when I was assassinated five years ago and nearly died in an alley? I only survived because somebody called

me an ambulance."

She couldn't help feeling a little sad when he brought up this incident again. "You suffered a lot that time."

"No. I'm quite grateful for that incident. That's because I raped Abigail that day."

His words made her stand up abruptly in shock. "What did you say!?"

"I said, my good nephew, Jonathan, came back from abroad that night and slept with Abigail's sister, Emma. In

order to obtain this opportunity, Emma cooperated with her mother, Sasha, to set Abigail up and got her drunk.

Afterward, Emma tossed Abigail into the alley behind the bar. That was how Abigail happened to meet me."

He paused for a moment. There was no need to continue with the rest of the story; he was certain she could guess

what happened next.

"So, you slept with her?" Her voice abruptly became sharp.

"I was also drugged at the time, okay?"

His voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for her to hear clearly.

"You damn brat! I remember you woke up the next day, right!? So, you slept with an innocent girl and just quietly

left things alone after that!? Are you really my son!? Are you even a man!?"

She smacked him on the forehead while scolding him.

"Ouch! Mom, didn't you say Abigail was a promiscuous woman that I wasn't allowed to marry just now? Why are

you hitting me because of this? Are you really my mother!?"

"I would have killed you if I were not your mother!" She was so furious that her chest heaved up and down violently.

He stole a glance at his mother and knew that her prejudice toward Abigail had decreased somewhat. I might have

twisted the truth slightly, but I got the result I wanted. There's nothing wrong with that, right? Besides, saying that I

was raped by a woman is extremely embarrassing, so I'd better not bring that up.

With that thought in mind, he continued his explanation. "After Abigail returned, she discovered that her younger

sister had slept with her boyfriend. At the time, she caused such a huge commotion that Sasha was afraid this

incident would be spread to the public. Hence, Sasha placed her under house arrest in the basement for more than

a month. Afterward, she tried to marry Abigail off to a 50-year-old furniture store owner who was a widower. With

no other choice, Abigail escaped from that house, and five years passed just like that."

She suddenly fell silent. "Are you saying that Jonathan lied to me? But, why would he do that?"

"How would I know why he would do that? But, Mom, you're a discerning woman. How did you get fooled by just a

few words from him? Although not many people know about what happened back then, you can still obtain this

information if you investigated the incident. Besides, Abigail has never even slept with Jonathan before. How could

the children be his?"

After listening to him, she pondered in silence for a while before she asked, "So, this DNA test report is also fake?"

"This is the DNA test report I did with Allie. Last time, that brat tried to cause trouble for us by giving me this fake

DNA test report. Fortunately, he did not succeed at the time. I can't believe he tried to use the same trick this time.

It looks like I've been spoiling the Fraser Family too much over the years that they've turned arrogant now."

When he said those words, his eyes suddenly turned grim. A chilling murderous aura flashed through him as he was

really angry.