Not One, But Two!

Chapter 183

"Alright then, I'll write you a list. Go to the nearby traditional pharmacy to grab some traditional medicine and come

back. Hurry up!"

Abigail quickly took out a pen and paper.

Amy nodded quickly; she could still do this.

Then, Abigail wrote the list and gave it to Amy before she urged, "Buy the traditional medicine according to the list.

Get them ready when you come back. I'll detoxify him here. Don't come in and disturb me before I leave the room."

"Okay." Amy ran out quickly.

Abigail looked at Greg's pale face and felt worried.

He has always been a cautious person, yet he had unexpectedly gotten harmed this time.

Moreover, drinking in broad daylight was not his style, so he must have encountered something frustrating.

Thinking of Greg going to both the boxing gym and drinking pub, Abigail thought she knew what had happened.

Thus, she quickly called Troy.

"Greg was stabbed, and the knife was poisonous. He's in Allie's Garden currently. During this period, don't bother

him with matters in the company, no matter how big or small. You can handle it yourself."

Troy was shocked when he heard Abigail say this.

"Mr. Buckley was poisoned and stabbed? Is it serious? Dr. Kain, let me go and see him. I—"

"Shut up! I'm not calling you so that you can get all flustered. Besides, the news of the attempted assassination of

Greg must be covered up. The culprit should have attempted the assassination where Greg was drinking

somewhere not long ago because he had a strong alcohol smell on him. You'd better go and deal with it now. If the

news of the attempted assassination gets published, you'll get it when Greg wakes up."

Abigail's domineering tone immediately calmed Troy's heart. He felt that Abigail's assertiveness at this time made

him involuntarily want to obey her.

"Dr. Kain, will you be able to guarantee that Mr. Will Buckley is alright?"

Troy was still a little worried.

Abigail rubbed her temples slightly, then said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I'm here. I won't let him be in trouble."

After speaking, Abigail hung up the phone.

Looking at Greg, who was still unconscious, Abigail rolled up her cuffs and began to disinfect him. The traditional

medicine that Amy was asked to buy was for the purpose of strengthening the immune system after disinfection so

that the physical damage to Greg could be minimized, but he would have to recuperate for some time to get back

to his usual condition.

Abigail kept her eyes on Greg as she dealt with him. She had never been so nervous, not even during a difficult

operation.

After more than an hour, Abigail finally cleared up the toxins from Greg's body, and she was extremely dizzy

because of her nervousness.

She quickly grabbed onto the bed rail and shook her head vigorously.

Later, she opened the door, and when she saw that Amy had prepared the traditional medicine, she stretched out

her hand.

"Give it to me."

Seeing Abigail's tired look, Amy couldn't help but say, "Dr. Kain, I'll do it. You can rest for a while."

"Let me do it."

Abigail was so tired that she couldn't even speak, but she didn't want to let others do it.

When Amy saw her insistence, she handed the traditional medicine to Abigail.

Abigail tried to feed Greg medicine, but Greg's mouth was tightly closed. Left with no choice, she had to take the

traditional medicine into her mouth and then pass it to Greg through her lips.

The softness of her lips instantly opened up Greg's perception, and he kissed back almost subconsciously, wanting

even more.

Although Abigail felt flustered from the kiss, she insisted on putting all the medicine into Greg's mouth.

The traditional medicine was very bitter to the point of agony, but because of Greg's kiss, she could no longer taste

the bitterness.

Soon, the intoxicating atmosphere made Abigail push Greg away quickly.

Seeing the blush on his face, Abigail was relieved.

"Amy, look after him for me; I'll go home and change my clothes."

Abigail was tired and sore, and now her body smelled bloody. She couldn't stand how messy she looked at this time,

so she thought about cleaning herself up before Greg woke up.

Unfortunately, there weren't any of her clothes here, so she could only go back, but luckily her house was not far

away.

When Amy heard Abigail calling her, she walked in and handed Abigail a glass of water, then said softly, "Dr. Kain,

you are too tired. Why don't you take a rest? I'll help you take care of Mr. Buckley here and make sure to call you

right away when he wakes up."

"Thanks a lot."

Abigail patted Amy on the shoulder slightly.

Naturally, she was reassured to hand Greg over to Amy, but if she didn't see him wake up with her own eyes, she

would feel uneasy.

Walking out of Greg's villa, Abigail was suddenly stopped by a group of people.

"Abigail?"

The leader was a man in his 40s who looked very familiar, while the people around him seemed to be his

apprentices.

"Who are you?"

Abigail had just dealt with Greg's affairs and was very weak. If she fought with them, she might lose. She looked at

these people vigilantly and spoke in an unfriendly tone.

The man looked at the blood on Abigail's clothes, then frowned and said, "We are from the police station. Please

come with us."

Abigail was stunned for a moment before she asked, "What did I do? It's unreasonable for you to come and arrest

me for no reason, right?"

"For no reason? Genevieve Leynthall, the eldest daughter of Simon Leynthall, is accusing you of intentionally hurting

others. Judging from the bloodstains on your clothes, it seems that what she said is true. You are also quite bold;

how dare you act recklessly in Harrion? I advise you to obey us and come with us obediently, otherwise—"

"Otherwise, what will you do?"

Abigail looked at them flatly.

Oh, it's about Genevieve again. This woman is really annoying.

Sneering, the man waved his hand and said to the men beside him, "Take her away!"

"Let me go!"

Abigail wanted to resist, originally thinking that with her own skills, even if she had no strength, she could still take a

few of them down, and she would be safe when she got the attention of the security guards. Unfortunately, the

other party seemed to have seen through her intentions. The moment Abigail made her move, they swiped at her

with the electric batons.

The strong current made Abigail lose her resistance all at once. Soon, they quickly dragged her into the car.

"You really don't make it easy for yourself, huh? How dare you beat up Simon Leynthall's daughter? You really don't

know what's good for you. When you get to the police station, you will be locked up for a night." The leader spoke

coldly.

Abigail was a little angry and said in a low voice, "You guys are breaking the law! This is an illegal arrest. You don't

have any evidence to prove that the blood on me belongs to Genevieve. If you detain me like this, aren't you afraid

that you will suffer the consequences one day?"

"Suffer the consequences? Who do you think you are? Let me tell you. It's not up to you to decide what's happening

in Harrion."

The man didn't want to listen to Abigail's words, so he pulled the towel from beside him and stuffed it into Abigail's

mouth.

Abigail was furious, but she didn't have the strength, so she could only be silent while temporarily being at the

mercy of others.

Unexpectedly, she had lost and fallen into Genevieve's hands.

Thus, she had no choice but to close her eyes and rest.

Seeing that Abigail had stopped, the man then drove back to the police station with the others.

After that, Abigail was really locked up. There was no one in the small interrogation room, and she was thrown to

the ground like a rag without anyone caring about her.

How cold!

She hugged herself with her arms around her chest, but she was worried about Greg, wondering when he would

wake up.

The night came slowly, but nothing seemed to have changed in the interrogation room. As darkness enveloped the

whole room, the atmosphere was a little scary. Suddenly, the wind blew in from outside the window, whistling like a

demon.

Abigail was not afraid at all but just got up and found a chair to sit down on. Just as she was about to rest for a

while, someone came to interrogate her.

They began to ask her some questions. Even though she denied it, she was still being interrogated. She was not

allowed to rest or sleep, so her anger was rising, but she was holding back for Greg's sake.

Meanwhile, on Greg's side, Genevieve rushed over after fixing her arm. Seeing Amy there, she immediately had

people chase Amy away. Unfortunately, Amy had also learned self-defense, and those people didn't dare to use too

much force on her. After all, they were in Greg's house.

"Listen, Abigail won't be able to come out of the station. Be sensible and leave now. I can give you a sum of money,

and even if you want to become a doctor, I can help you. Otherwise, you will regret it."

Genevieve stared at Amy coercively and made her offer with a hint of viciousness in her eyes, like a hungry wolf.

Amy said coldly, "You really think highly of yourself. If I want to be a doctor, I can do so in minutes. I'm not staying

by Dr. Kain's side for the money. You almost killed Mr. Buckley; do you know that? The sharp knife that stabbed him

was poisonous. If you had sent him to the hospital immediately, perhaps he would wake up soon, but in order to

arouse Dr. Kain's anger, you refused to give him any treatment and insisted on bringing him with you. Do you know

how hard it was for Dr. Kain to save Mr. Buckley? Now, you had someone catch Dr. Kain, and you come here to take

her credit. Genevieve, why are you so thick-skinned? How did you grow to be such a person?"

Genevieve was trembling all over from Amy's merciless words.

"Okay, great! Not only does Abigail not respect me, but you, a little assistant, dare to talk to me like this. Come!

Drag her out and teach her a lesson. Remember, don't let others be able to notice that she has been beaten up."

Genevieve sneered.

The people she brought today were all her father's personal guards, and they dared not ignore her wishes. She

wanted to see how her opponent would have the ability to snatch a man from her and challenge her.

A trace of fear flashed in Amy's eyes, but then she said viciously, "No one will love you for the rest of your life!"

"Drag her out!" Genevieve was so furious that her chest hurt.

Amy was dragged out, and soon there was a scream, but in a moment, her mouth was covered.

Genevieve stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and watched several big men grab Amy tightly, put a

dictionary on her chest, and then hit her chest with a hammer.

This was a method to extort confessions by torture. Outsiders couldn't notice any scars from the outside, but it

could shatter the heart and lungs of the one being beaten, and finally, they would bleed to death.

Genevieve stared at Amy's struggling appearance with the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

Pfft, how dare you challenge me? You don't even have any ability to go up against me! I'll have you and Abigail die

without anyone finding out the truth of your deaths!