Not One, But Two!

Chapter 227

However, Greg had nothing left in him to even chide Benjamin this time, out cold the next second.

"Mr. Buckley! Talk to me, Mr. Buckley!" Benjamin's face paled in horror.

No, Mr. Buckley can't pass out right after Abigail leaves!

With that, he dashed out of the OR but only found Valerie.

"Old Madam Buckley, where's Ma'am?"

"She's gone. She said Greg's okay now, and she had the nurse keep an eye on the IV drip. He can move to the ward

after that. Why? What's wrong?"

Valerie thought Abigail was spent when she came out of the OR with a blanched face, so Valerie didn't stop her

when she said she wanted to leave.

She had planned to free up a room here for Abigail, but Abigail turned her down.

Then, she wanted to offer to look after the twins, remembering Abigail was raising them. However, what happened

previously made her feel so ashamed that it prevented her from doing so.

But of course, Benjamin wouldn't know Valerie's state of mind, hurriedly explaining, "Mr. Buckley has passed out."

"Dr. Kain said it'll happen. He lost a lot of blood and will have to recuperate. No need to freak out."

It was only then Benjamin calmed down.

Recalling how ruthless Abigail was to Greg, Benjamin made a mental note to never cross Abigail, no matter what.

Greg was drenched in so much sweat that it looked like he had just been fished out of the waters when he was

being pushed to the ward.

"What happened? Why is he covered in so much sweat?" asked Valerie, reeled.

How dare Benjamin let Valerie know Abigail had operated on Greg without any anesthesia? And thus, he lied,

"Detox, maybe?"

At that, Valerie frowned at Benjamin, thinking he was great in every way, just that he could be a little half-witted

sometimes.

Benjamin, on the other hand, felt super uneasy. As if I have it any easier?! What can a measly assistant like me do

when I can't afford to piss any one of you off?!

Valerie didn't expect to get an answer from Benjamin anyway, so she immediately turned her focus to Greg, asking

someone to wipe and clean Greg's body before putting him in clean clothes.

On the other hand, Abigail had reached her threshold after leaving the mansion, and she thought her entire leg was

close to falling when she finally got into the car. The excruciating pain had her gnashing her teeth so hard that they

might crack.

After popping two painkillers, she pulled her phone out and called Addison.

"Where are you? Come and pick me up."

Just now, she had practically pushed herself to operate on Greg.

Her sprained ankle actually forbade her from performing any surgeries, what more, doing it for half an hour while

standing. Moreover, she had been running everywhere before that, having no time to catch a breather, and only

when she was suffering the consequences did she learn just how severe it had gotten; she probably couldn't even

hit the brakes.

Addison couldn't help feeling anxious when he heard how weak Abigail sounded.

"Miss Abigail, are you alright?"

"Still alive. I'll send you a location. Come and take me to the hospital."

"Hospital? You're hurt?"

Addison always believed nothing could harm Abigail unless the latter allowed it to, and now she was even

requesting to go to a hospital?!

Sensing the dire situation, he immediately hung up and dashed to Abigail.

Addison felt a lump in his throat when he saw how weak Abigail was.

"Miss Abigail, what happened to you? Where's your injury? Tell me who did this to you; I'm going to make him pay."

Abigail pulled a weak smile, seeing how Addison wanted to mangle somebody. "Take me to the hospital before you

do that, will you? My leg hurts."

Only then did Addison notice her ankle was super swollen, and he instantly understood how she got into this

situation.

"Okay."

Addison tucked away all his emotions and hopped into the car, taking Abigail to the hospital.

Abigail, on the other hand, passed out not long after.

For the longest time ever, she had a high pain tolerance, and yet she passed out this time. Evidently, the pain had

long surpassed her tolerance.

Greg was the first person to make Abigail come this far, and Addison knew well she wasn't someone who would

compromise for others, living life however she wanted.

But now, she was willing to compromise to this extent for Greg. An unfathomable emotion flashed across Addison's

eyes, but he said nothing, only letting the nurses take Abigail in with a gurney.

It was already noon the following day when Greg regained consciousness. However, Abigail was nowhere in sight.

"Mr. Buckley, you're awake." Benjamin reflexively stood up when he saw that Greg had awoken. "The kitchen staff

prepared some soup for you. Why don't you have some?"

Greg could still recollect the sense of pain Abigail put on his body during the surgery. Hell, he had never

experienced such excruciating pain before. Abigail really made sure he learned his lesson this time.

He knew it was his fault that he operated without a surefire plan and nearly left his life out there. So it was

justifiable for him to receive some form of punishment for making her upset and worry.

"Where's Abigail?" His throat was beyond dry.

Seeing so, Benjamin hurriedly gave him some water and muttered, "Ma'am left after stitching you up. Maybe

because she's exhausted. I'm sure she's resting at home. I went out just now and heard Ma'am personally went to

Hitman Island on a private jet. But then she came back and went to Old Madam's when she couldn't find you there.

After that, she went to Mrs. Fraser's when Lisa said you weren't at Old Madam's either."

"Victoria?" Greg frowned.

He knew well just how disdainful his sister was of Abigail, and things even got very unpleasant between them

because of Jonathan. If Abigail didn't have him backing her up, who knew how else his dear sister would still be

bullying Abigail.

And then a thought hit him. "Abigail got bullied?"

"Not really, no. She left pretty quickly and came straight here after that. But Ma'am has a message for you."

Benjamin was somewhat traumatized, and his calf muscles would spasm at the thought of Abigail's aloof manner

during the operation. Thus, he dared not forget about the message.

"What message?" Greg had a gut feeling that it wasn't anything good. Then again, it was better than no message,

no?

Fearful of recounting, Benjamin directly sent the surveillance footage to Greg, letting him see for himself.

In a racer vest, Abigail fought four bodyguards under the moonlight, and when they literally got physical, Greg

narrowed his eyes, exuding intense malice.

Benjamin shuddered and took a step back. "Ma'am said the four of them bullied her, and she wants you to see to

it."

Greg made no comments when he saw Benjamin appearing in the footage wearing sunglasses. But frost instantly

laced his eyes when he saw the four bodyguards leering at Abigail.

"Send these four back to 'school'. And. See that they stare at the noon sun for an hour."

Benjamin instantly thanked his dumb luck when he heard Greg's order.

Who wouldn't go blind from staring at the sun for an hour?! Sure enough, Ma'am isn't someone we should ogle at,

especially when her outfit's revealing.

With that, he immediately saw to it.

Greg fished for his phone and found 23 missed calls in it, all from Abigail. No doubt she was worried sick, and yet he

gave her nothing to work with.

He just thought she would feel bad or worry if she found out he was injured, but never did he imagine that missing

her calls only made things worse for her.

No wonder she didn't use any anesthetic.

Despite being a tough, ironclad guy, Greg couldn't help but shudder at the memory of last night's surgery.

Never again, not even when someone presses a knife to my throat.

Abigail said this body belonged to her, and he couldn't abuse it without her permission, and these words were

seared into his mind.

After all, he really didn't want to have another go at the excruciating pain.

Meanwhile, Abigail had woken up in the hospital, and all sorts of emotions surged within Addison while Abigail was

unconscious. Then, seeing that she had stirred, he helped her sit up.

"The doctor said you're not allowed to walk for a while, Miss Abigail. You need to recuperate for a month, or you'll

suffer relapses."

Abigail nodded in reply.

As a doctor, she naturally knew she would come to this. But how could she leave Greg be when he was in trouble?

"I'm okay now. I'll take the IV drip today, but send me to Teal's tomorrow. It's time for her second round of detox.

Also, the girls are staying with her as well."

However, Addison wasn't going to let her do as she pleased. "Miss Abigail, you're a patient too. Can you look after

yourself for once? You really won't be able to walk properly anymore if you keep ignoring your injury."

"I'm a doctor as well, and my patient is waiting for me. For every day I delay, she'll have to suffer another day. I

consider Teal a friend, and as you know, I don't have many."

Addison knew Abigail would try her best to protect anyone she regarded as a friend.

"But your leg…"

"When will Amy be discharged? If she's been given the green light to leave, have her take care of me. If not, hire a

caretaker."

Abigail didn't have any objections to it.

Greg's injury was only superficial, and he would only need to rest post-surgery. Besides, she didn't want to see that

man for now. So it was good that all of them just rested and recuperated.

"If you continue to be willful, Miss Abigail, I'll shackle you to the bed. I don't care if you'll punish me for it after. I'll

really do it."

"My Little Addie's become such a big boy that he dares to threaten me now, huh?"

Addison's ear flushed when Abigail called him 'Little Addie' with a smile.

"I'm not little anymore. I'm already twenty."

The last thing he wanted from Abigail was to call him 'little'.

She was the one who saved him from the brink of death when he was being hunted four years ago. After that, she

gave him a place to stay, taught him how to fight, had him study, and trained him to become the head of Shadow.

To him, Abigail was his sister, mother, family, and someone he wanted to be close with and protect the most.

For the longest time, he wished to grow up sooner so that he could protect Abigail in turn. But it seemed that he

would always be a kid to her, that sixteen-year-old boy.

Abigail didn't catch the underlying meaning of his words, only thinking he was going through the adolescent phase.

"Yeah, you're not little anymore, already twenty. Time to find yourself a girlfriend."

"I don't want to look for one," mumbled Addison, looking uneasily at Abigail. Though relieved that Abigail wasn't

looking at him, he was somewhat dejected at the same time.

Would he never be a man in Abigail's eyes? But he wasn't any lesser than Greg, or at least he thought so. If

anything, he could do even better!