Not One, But Two!

Chapter 163

Abigail was never someone who would be determined to get to the bottom of something, especially when Greg

seemed to refuse to talk about it. Although she was curious, she suppressed her curiosity and said with a smile, "I

have been so busy these days that I have no time to visit the kids. Are you free now? If you are, let's go and see

them."

Greg was stunned at first. He darted a complex look at Abigail but inwardly sighed in relief.

There were certain things that he really didn't want to mention—for no special reason, but because he was worried

that Abigail might misunderstand him. Now that she had switched the topic, he naturally felt relieved.

"Sure." Greg parked the car at the entrance of the villa. It was very quiet there.

"What's the time now? Do the kids usually go to bed this early?" Abigail was puzzled.

"Let's go inside and check them out."

As it had been an impromptu trip, they hadn't notified Mrs. Nova about their visit. It was pitch black in the house,

which was rather worrying.

As a mother, Abigail naturally felt more anxious. Before the car had been parked properly, she alighted from the

car even and jogged toward the door.

"Abigail, slow down. We have an excellent security system here, so they will be fine."

Despite the fact, Abigail couldn't help but feel worried.

She quickly let herself into the house. When she switched on the lights, she was astonished by what she saw. The

next instant, anger welled up inside her.

"Alissa Kain!" Abigail growled through gritted teeth. Greg, who was following her from behind, felt as if his heart had

skipped a beat. Feeling worried that Abigail might do something to his beloved daughter, he immediately grabbed

her arm. "Stay calm. They are kids; it's only natural for them to be mischievous."

"Mischievous? You consider this as an act of mischief?"

Abigail stepped to one side, allowing Greg to see the living room. Sure enough, he was stunned by the sight as well,

and his mouth was agape.

Mrs. Nova was seen being tied up on the floor with a rag stuffed in her mouth. Upon seeing Abigail and Greg, she

whimpered, her eyes helpless and depressed.

The living room and other areas looked as though it had been ransacked by a burglar. Everything was everywhere,

giving them no space to even place their feet. The first thing that came to Greg's mind was that there had been a

burglar in the house.

He quickly pushed Abigail to the side and stepped forward to remove the rag in Mrs. Nova's mouth. "Was there a

burglar in the house? Where are the kids? Did they say anything? How much do they demand? Did they leave any

clues? Speak up!" he asked in a fluster. He was so anxious that sweat appeared on his forehead.

Abigail, however, took a deep breath and tried her best to suppress her anger. Then she took out her phone to call

Alissa.

Mrs. Nova helplessly replied, "Young Master Buckley, it was Miss Allie who tied me up. She took some money from

home and ran out. I don't know where she went, but Miss Aria was worried about her, so she went after Miss Allie. I

thought to give you guys a call, but I wasn't able to."

Greg was stunned. "What happened to the living room?"

"Miss Allie made a mess when she was searching for money." Mrs. Nova felt speechless about the situation as well.

When they used to live in Allie's Garden where Valerie and Greg had been with them, Mrs. Nova didn't find it difficult

to take care of the two kids; she even found the two girls rather adorable. However, ever since they had moved

over here, Alissa seemed to have changed into a different person. She resembled a wild horse without a rein,

galloping freely into the field. Nobody was able to stop her.

One day, she would hit their neighbor's boy and the next day, she would kick the dog from the house opposite

them. There would be someone complaining about the girl at their door every day. Mrs. Nova was completely

exhausted, but she was threatened by the girls not to tell Greg and Abigail about all that. Otherwise, Alissa would

put mice and snakes in her bed.

Nova was baffled. I wonder why a beautiful little girl like Alissa isn't afraid of mice and snakes; she even dared to put

them in my bed. Abigail doesn't seem like a wild or crazy lady, but how did she give birth to such a troublemaker?

Also, Miss Allie is giving me a headache more than a boy ever could. On top of that, although Miss Aria is quieter,

she always helps to clean up the mess that Miss Allie makes. Sometimes, Miss Allie even drags Miss Aria out to do

mischievous acts together.

Mrs. Nova felt that taking care of the two monstrous kids was too much for her weak heart.

"Young Master Buckley, maybe you should get someone to replace me. I'm old, and I can't keep up with Miss Allie

both physically and mentally. I don't think I can do the job properly." Mrs. Nova was near tears.

Greg rubbed his nose, feeling a little dismal. "Allie isn't that mischievous, is she? My daughter is a good girl. She

behaves well."

His serious remark nearly made Mrs. Nova choke on air. Young Master Buckley may have a different definition for

the term 'good' and 'well-behaved'!

At that moment, when Abigail, who had made the call, overheard how Greg unconditionally protected their

daughter, she chuckled coldly. "If your daughter is a good and well-behaved child, everyone else in the world can be

considered 'good' and 'well-behaved'."

"Abbie!" Her words put a deep frown between his brows and he grumbled to himself, How could she describe our

daughter this way? Alissa is a little mischievous, but it's said that mischievous kids are bright kids. Greg sincerely

thought that Alissa was a nice child.

Abigail wasn't bothered to argue with him about that. Greg had no limit when it came to something about his child.

She was worried that Greg would clap and praise Alissa even if she were to make a hole in the sky one day.

Hence, Abigail coldly uttered, "Either you stay and help Mrs. Nova to clean the mess, or you leave with me."

"I'll leave with you." Upon seeing the mess in the house, Greg wisely chose to leave with Abigail.

Mrs. Nova, whose arms and legs had been untied, was in tears upon seeing the mess in the house. I really want to

quit. What should I do? she thought to herself.

Greg, who was unable to hear Nova's thoughts, followed behind Abigail as he whispered, "Sweetheart, Allie is just a

little mischievous. Don't be mad. I'll teach her a lesson when we arrive at where she is. Just leave it to me."

"Leave it to you? You'll teach her a lesson? Are you serious, Greg?" Abigail naturally knew what he was planning—he

was going to use that as an excuse to help Alissa to escape her punishment.

Abigail rolled her eyes at him, and the anger inside her burnt even stronger. What is this brat doing outside when

it's so late at night? And Aria too! Why is she outside with her sister? It seems like I can't continue to let the kids do

anything they like. Otherwise, they may even flip the city upside down.

After exiting the house, Abigail massaged her temples as she calmly instructed, "Get in."

"What? Aren't they in the house?"

"Will I ask you to get into the car if they are?" She rolled her eyes at him; it was apparent that the kids had angered

her to the point that she was in no mood to speak.

Knowing that Abigail was at the verge of blowing up, Greg got into the car with a grin and asked, "Where are we

going? Give me a location."

"Here!" Abigail tossed her phone at him, and on the screen was the location that Arianna sent to her.

The two kids are getting out of control. Now that they have Greg, a father who dotes on them without any limits, I

can feel a headache coming on. Abigail sighed inwardly.

Greg was stunned to see the location. "Aria sent this to you? They are here now?"

"Yes." Abigail nodded.

He smiled and responded, "We don't need to rush over there, then."

"What do you mean?" Abigail looked at him with a frown.

He smiled and said, "That's my mom's place. The two kids must miss their grandmother, so they went to visit her."

"What? Madam Valerie lives here?" Abigail was surprised.

"Yes, this place is called Mansfield. It's an old building, but my mom loves the layout since she has lived there for

many years."

Upon listening to his explanation, although Abigail was curious why the two kids suddenly paid Valerie a visit, she

didn't make any comments. Instead, she remembered that it was almost time for Valerie to do a checkup, so she

said, "Let's go back to Allie's Garden to get my stethoscope and other equipment. I'll give Madam Valerie a checkup

since we are going there."

"Sure. We planned to go for a checkup tomorrow morning. Since we are heading over, why don't we spend a night

there?"

Greg was trying his best to make Abigail happy. Since Valerie was fond of Abigail, Abigail would be happy if she

spent some time with Valerie. Many things had happened these few days, especially in regards to Philip. Although

Abigail seemed to have moved on from that incident, she had been scarred inside. Instead of idling around at Allie's

Garden, she might feel better spending some time with Valerie.

Having said that, Greg had a second reason. He thought that Abigail wouldn't punish Alissa openly with Valerie

around. This mischievous girl, he thought to himself.

As Abigail was no fool, she was able to guess what was the reason behind his words and actions. She glanced at

him without saying anything, but her gaze that showed that she was aware of everything told Greg that she had

seen through him.

Feeling a little dismal, he uttered, "Sweetheart, please don't expose it even if you know about it so that we can

maintain a harmonious husband-wife relationship."

"Did I say anything? Besides, since when are we husband and wife?" Her two consecutive questions resembled

sharp knives that stabbed his heart.

"Sweetheart, you don't love me anymore."

His reaction rendered her speechless. "Stop messing around and start driving. We'll need some time to go to Allie's

Garden, so we'll be a little late when we arrive at Madam Valerie's place. I wonder if she will be asleep by then."

When Greg was in his wild and unrestrained mode, he would emanate an aura that showed that he bowed to no

one. However, when he started acting cute to seek Abigail's attention, he could act so shamelessly that she couldn't

even bring herself to look at him.

All this while, Abigail had been baffled by Greg's two different sides that form a stark contrast. She wondered how

he had developed the two different personalities and even used both of them skillfully.

Upon seeing her reaction, Greg knew that she had conceded. This is one of my sweetheart's weaknesses—she has

a sharp tongue and a soft heart, but I really like this side of her. What can I do?

The affection in his eyes nearly melted her heart. Abigail, who was unable to withstand it any longer, muttered at

him, "Are you going to drive? I'm driving if you aren't."

In response, Greg started the car with a foolish smile on his face and even started whistling, which suggested that

he was in a great mood.

She turned her head to the side, pretending to be looking at the scenery outside the window, but there was a slight

curve by the corner of her lips and a hint of a smile in her eyes.

The car was soon driven out of the villa area. Suddenly, a furtive figure flashed across her eyes, which made her

involuntarily frown. "Stop the car!" she shouted.