Not One, But Two!

Chapter 144

Not father and daughter?

Stunned by this result, she felt tears welling up in her eyes, but she suppressed the urge to cry.

She shouldn't be sad, right?

Phillip never showered her with the warmth that all fathers should, so it didn't matter they were not related by

blood, no?

But why did she feel pain in her chest?

Why did she feel like crying?

Philip was not her dad at all!

Did he know about this?

Would it be that he was aware of it, which was why he showed no interest in her?

If Philip was not her dad, who was her dad?

Why did her mom abandon her back then?

Abigail was feeling like a mess.

She could not keep her cool in the face of such a blow, and hence, she set the report aside and left Greg's house,

feeling depressed.

"Dr. Kain, what happened to you?"

Amy asked when she saw that Abigail appeared gloomy upon her return.

But Abigail simply shook her head in response before entering her room.

Her mind was in a chaotic state. She could only pull her blanket over her head and hide under it.

All she wanted to do was sleep!

She wouldn't have to think about anything or be frustrated once she fell asleep.

Closing her eyes, she tried to suppress all the chaos in her mind.

Finally, she fell asleep, not knowing how much time had passed.

In her dream, it was as if she had returned to her childhood.

She had a little item that she loved, but Emma liked it as well, and for some reason, the matter was brought before

Philip.

Without saying anything, Philip snatched the item away from her and handed it to Emma. He then scolded her, "You

are the elder one. Don't you know that you should take care of your sister? You're behaving ridiculously."

Abigail's eyes were wet with tears, but she couldn't bring herself to cry as she knew that she would be scolded by

Philip again if she did. Furthermore, Emma had her mom there to help her out.

She never understood why such a thing happened in the past, but now she knew.

It was all because she had never been a part of the Kains!

With that, Abigail cried herself awake.

She felt that her face was wet and after raising her hand to touch it, she realized it was indeed wet.

She really cried!

She was taken aback by what she had done, but at the same time, she found herself amusing.

What had happened to her that caused such a drastic change in her emotions?

Did it matter whether Philip was, or was not, her biological father?

Did that man ever shower her with fatherly love from the time she was a child until now?

In his eyes, there were only benefits and interests. How important were his children to him?

He was only interested in knowing how much he could sell them for.

She should be relieved that such a merciless person was not her dad, shouldn't she?

She laughed, as if mocking herself, before getting out of bed and going to the bathroom.

The warm water from the shower hit her face, neck, as well as her body, and all her agitated emotions seemed to

be washed away. Gradually, she calmed herself down.

It was a good thing that she wasn't related to Philip by blood!

Exhaling a long breath, she stepped out of the bathroom after her shower, only to find that Greg had been sitting in

her room since who knew when.

"Are you interested in becoming a thief now, Mr. Buckley?"

Though her tone was soft, her words were filled with sarcasm.

After noticing that she was not exhibiting any trace of sadness, Greg asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

"Why? You're thinking of getting some food from me now that you're sober? Too bad, I've just woken up too, and I

haven't cooked anything," she said while yawning.

She had a bad sleep which was extremely uncomfortable. But, for some reason, the unhappiness in her heart

subsided significantly when she saw Greg.

She only knew now that this guy served such a purpose!

It was amazing.

Though she was speaking like her usual self, Greg dared not loosen up. He stood up and walked toward her, then

spread his arms wide and took her into his arms.

"You've read the DNA test result, right?"

Hearing that, she trembled slightly. Even though it only lasted a few seconds, Greg was able to notice it.

"Yes." She retracted her gaze.

He was never a careless person, and he of course knew that she had moved his belongings. Besides, that report

was for her to read, so she had no reason to conceal the fact that she had done so.

Given her candid response, he sighed and asked, "Why didn't you wait for me to wake up before you read it?"

"Why should I?" She was a little puzzled.

He replied, in a hooligan way, "That way, I can be by your side when you're upset, to kiss you, hug you, and…"

"You're such a sleaze!"

Having seen through his inappropriate intentions, she was so mad that she immediately kicked him in the leg.

"Ouch!"

Greg was not prepared for this at all, and he immediately cried out in pain.

"Abigail, are you trying to murder your husband?"

"Who is this person called Husband? Do I know him?"

With a faint smile on her face, she jumped out from his embrace and went into her built-in wardrobe.

He was relieved seeing that she finally smiled.

At least she was still in the mood to smile.

She isn't that upset anymore, right? he thought.

He was well aware that she was never at peace with the Kains. She was never close to them and was often

disgusted by their doings. However, he could tell that her eyes were still tinged with desire.

She desired for kinship. It was merely that she was utterly disappointed with Philip and had given up on him, but

that was a different thing altogether with the fact that Philip was not her father.

This was a huge blow to her, but she stubbornly wanted to endure and think it through on her own.

Was she treating him, her boyfriend, as if he were dead?

Was it really that difficult for her to cry on his shoulders now that things had gotten to this point?

He didn't feel good seeing how resilient she was. Such strength of hers made his heart ache.

"Abigail!"

Suddenly, he opened the door to the built-in wardrobe. Abigail had taken off her bath towel, exposing her entire

perfect but naked body in front of him. All of his dominance and initial thoughts vanished at that moment, leaving

only the incredible scene before him.

"What are you doing? Get out!"

Abigail blushed and she immediately took a towel to cover herself.

Her cheeks were flushed. This was more stunning than her dejected expression just moments before.

As he looked at her, Greg smiled evilly and said, "What is there for you to cover? Is there any part of you that I

haven't seen before?"

Hearing that, she felt herself blush even more.

She had always considered herself a person with a low libido, but never did she know that she would meet Greg, a

man with a boundless character.

"Go out!"

"I don't want to!"

He walked toward her while smiling happily.

She immediately attacked him. Fast, spot-on, and relentless.

But he managed to avoid it while keeping his smile on his face. He then gripped her arms and pulled her into his

arms, kissing her on the face.

"You smell wonderful."

Looking at him sweet-talking with his face looking as if he deserved a punch, she almost burst into rage.

"B*stard!"

She gave him a kick, and he used this chance to leap out of the built-in wardrobe. He said with a ruffian grin,

"You're angry just because of this? Why? You can be the one taking the initiative, but not me?"

"Get out!"

Abigail slammed the door of the built-in wardrobe shut.

Then, she heard him crying and howling outside.

"My nose! Abigail, can't you be more careful? You almost disfigured me!"

Hearing that, she laughed out loud, and her mind began to play the scene of him jumping up and down in pain.

He looked just like a monkey.

With that, her smile brightened.

After she changed into a casual outfit, she opened the door.

Greg immediately looked at her, grudgingly. His demeanor, his gaze, together with his expression, made her burst

into laughter again.

"Okay, that's enough. I know you're trying to make me happy. But such a selfish and merciless man like Philip is

unworthy of my sadness. In fact, a part of me feels fortunate that we're not related by blood. At the very least, his

filthy blood is not flowing in my body."

Her words turned Greg's face solemn.

"Who has the audacity to say that your blood is filthy? I'll kill him."

He always had his own distinct tone and unique ways of adoring and protecting her.

When she heard what he said, she felt a wave of warmth rise from her heart and spread to her limbs. Her

seemingly cold blood warmed up in that instant.

She pulled his arms and said, "You came here just for this? In case I was upset?"

"Of course not. I'm hungry, so I came to invite you for a meal," he said pretentiously.

"Okay."

Her straightforward reply surprised him.

But only for that second.

He stretched his arms, and she intuitively took it before the two of them walked out of the room together.

Seeing that he came out from Abigail's room, Amy was surprised.

"Oh my, when did you enter Dr. Kain's room? I didn't realize that though I was in the living room all this while! Do

you have superpowers?"

"You discovered it? That's terrible! Should I kill her, sweetheart, so she won't be able to tell anyone?"

Greg spoke as if he meant every word he said. Because of this, Amy was frightened by his words and her face

turned pale.

"Dr. Kain, does he really have superpowers?"

"He's just lying to you,"Abigail answered while glaring at him.

He immediately laughed. "This girl is interesting."

"Don't bully my assistant. Let's go." She gave him a pull and both of them exited the villa.

It was already dark outside, and the last rays of the setting sun had disappeared from the horizon.

Abigail didn't expect to have slept for so long, but because of the dream she had, she wasn't in a good mental

state.

Greg was keeping an eye on her all this while. Seeing a trace of sadness in her eyes, he asked, "Why don't we have

our meal somewhere else today?"

"Where?"

She was never particular about where to eat. But since he had asked, she naturally had to go along with him.

He smiled cunningly and replied, "Why not go to the Fraser Family's residence, the house of Jonathan Fraser?"