Not One, But Two!

Chapter 54

It was rare for Greg to ever feel sorry for anyone. Being someone of his status and identity, over the years, he had

developed a heart of ice that refused to melt. He wouldn't even blink when most women cried, but the determined

look on Abigail's face actually made his solid and icy heart melt a little.

Meanwhile, Abigail could sense someone staring at her while she was sleeping. She felt rather uncomfortable, so

she instinctively turned to face her back against Greg. She didn't realize that her gown had a slit on the back, so she

revealed her fair, pale back to Greg. Greg's Adam's apple bobbed as he felt the temperature in the room getting

higher.

After taking a deep breath, he pulled the sheets over Abigail. He thought about leaving, but he didn't do it in the

end. Abigail had a good sleep—she didn't have a surgery to rush to or children to care for, and she could sleep for a

whole week. However, her phone began to ring right then. Rage filled her instantly—she was frustrated at the

noise.

Greg hadn't wanted to pick Abigail's phone up, but the ringing kept going. He was worried that it would disturb

Abigail, so he brought the phone out. "Hello? Who's this?" He picked the call up.

Hugh froze as he thought he had gotten the wrong number. But when he checked, he was certain that it was

correct. "Where's Abbie?" Hugh spoke in a hostile, unfriendly tone. For some reason, Greg felt rather uneasy to

hear someone addressing her so intimately. "She's resting. You can tell me what you want to say, and I'll pass the

message," Greg offered.

"No thanks. I don't need an outsider to pass messages for us." Hugh ended the call right after that. Greg felt a

heavy feeling in his chest. An outsider? Am I an outsider? I already had a kid with Abigail. How could I still be an

outsider? Who is this man? Greg recalled the man, Hugh, whom he had fought with. Could it be him? Greg felt more

frustrated than ever.

After returning to the ward and seeing that Abigail was asleep, Greg thought about the phone call once more

before he walked over to Abigail. He had decided to just drag her out of bed. However, as he touched her shoulder,

he heard Abigail grunting as she frowned.

He froze for a moment before glancing at her injury. She pressed on her own injury while sleeping! Is she a pig?

Greg was rather annoyed, so he woke her up roughly. Abigail had already woken up a little after hearing the phone

ring, and she could already feel her wound stinging. Now, she was even woken up in a rough manner, so she lost

her temper.

"Can you stop it, Hugh?" She flung her hand across the room to give Greg a smack. His gaze darkened immediately.

What did she call me? Hugh? Did I just take a slap for Hugh? Greg wore a look of displeasure as a threatening aura

filled the room. Even the air around them seemed to have turned 10 degrees colder.

"Abigail!" Greg cried.

"Shut up!" she replied.

Greg shot her a hateful glare, yet she didn't open her eyes at all. She simply rolled over and continued sleeping.

This woman is asking for a beating! As much as Greg wanted to beat her up, the bloody patch of a wound across

her chest made him feel too sorry to do anything. He could only continue to tolerate her for a while more—he had

no choice since she had just saved his life.

In the end, Greg decided to leave the ward quietly. However, there was still a burning sensation on his face even

after he walked out. It was worse since the nurses were all whispering among themselves while throwing glances in

his direction. Greg was a public figure, so it was tough for the news not to get out when he was walking around in

the hospital with a slap mark on his face.

Greg felt like he was about to suffocate with all the frustration in him, yet he couldn't do anything to Abigail. In the

end, he pulled his phone out and contacted Troy. "Find out about Hugh's enemies and contact them. I'll be willing to

pay any sum just for Hugh to be occupied and threatened by all his attackers."

It was the first time Troy had ever heard his boss giving such orders, so Troy froze for a while. "What if the person

insists on a high price, Mr. Buckley?"

"Give it to him! Do I look like I need money?" Greg's arrogant tone stunned Troy, but it was true that Greg didn't

need any money. In the end, Troy proceeded according to Greg's orders.

On the other end, Hugh was just as furious after he ended the call. He lost his cool when he heard that Abigail had

rushed back to save Greg and that she had gotten injured because of Greg. "I need a flight to Harrion! I want to go

there now!" However, he received another message from one of his men the moment he finished his sentence.

"It's a call from Old Mr. Castel, Mr. Romero." Hugh froze as he calmed down a little. He had to conceal all of the

hatred and viciousness that had just appeared in his eyes. "Hand me the phone." Once Hugh took the phone, he

walked over to the balcony. His men didn't know what the conversation was about.

After Greg gave his orders, he felt a little less angry than before. One of the more daring nurses walked up to him

and handed him some ice. "You'll feel better if you put it on your cheek now, Mr. Buckley." Greg shot her a cold

glare, and she shuddered before dropping the ice on the ground. After that, she turned and ran off as if she had

just seen the devil.

Greg took one look at the ice on the floor before kicking it toward the bin. He wasn't about to put ice on his wound.

He wanted to see how Abigail would react when she woke up and saw his face like that. At that thought, Greg

returned to the ward and sat upright in front of Abigail while staring at her. He was like a child.

But Abigail had outperformed with her sleeping time that night—she slept all the way from the morning into the

afternoon, then into the evening, then through the night and until the next morning. Greg had waited excitedly for

her at first, but he decided to call Troy to bring his laptop over after he saw how deep Abigail's sleep was. Greg

figured that he would work at the hospital.

When Abigail didn't wake up even at 10.30PM, Greg started feeling rather worried. He told the doctor to run some

checks on her, and he felt much more relieved to hear that she was just lacking sleep. By the next morning, Greg

no longer thought about the slap he had received. However, when Abigail woke up, she immediately noticed it.

"What happened to your face?"

"What's up with my face?" Greg was stunned for a moment before he realized what she meant. "How dare you talk

about my face? Look! It's proof! Even if you saved my life, that doesn't give you the right to hit me whenever you

want to, Abigail. I'm the president of a global company! How am I supposed to go out like this?"

Abigail froze upon hearing his words. "Did I hit you?

"Do you think I hit myself? I have the CCTV tapes here. Do you want to look at them?" Greg was trying to sound

fierce, but Abigail somehow felt like he was acting cute and pitiful toward her. "Are you trying to act cute in front of

me now?" she asked.

Greg nearly choked on his own saliva. "Do you even know how to use adjectives? Me? Cute? Are you blind?"

"Why else are you making such a fuss?" Abigail threw the sheets off and got out of bed, feeling much more

refreshed and energized than before. Yes! I do feel a lot better after a good sleep.

Greg felt like he couldn't keep up with what Abigail was saying. Why does she think I'm making a fuss? She slept for

a full day, and I didn't disturb her at all. How is that fussing? I just wanted justice to be served! Does she think I'm

someone who knows how to act cute? This is terrifying!

When Abigail turned to see the fuming look on Greg's face, she found him adorable for some reason. He reminded

her of Alissa. They look the same when they are angry! No, wait! They look more similar when they're acting cute!

Abigail laughed to herself.

Greg had been angry at first, but he froze when he saw Abigail's smile and the two dimples that had surfaced on

her cheeks. "Alright. I don't like it when there's noise around me while I'm sleeping, so you might have disturbed

me, and I might have unintentionally hit you. I'm sorry for that! Be a good boy, okay?" Abigail unconsciously gave

Greg a fond stroke as she spoke.

Both of them froze in their spots after this happened. Abigail did it because she was used to doing the same thing

with Alissa. However, she only noticed that he wasn't Alissa after her hand came in contact with his smooth skin.

Greg, on the other hand, had never expected Abigail to comfort him that way. Things got awkward all of a sudden,

and Abigail quickly pulled her hand away before clearing her throat. "I'm a little hungry."

"I got someone to order you food, so it should be coming soon." Greg came to his senses and responded to her

statement, but he could still sense that the spot on his face where Abigail touched earlier felt a little different.

"Okay. I'll go wash up." Abigail thought that it was too awkward. How did I think a grown man was Alissa? They

really look too alike, Abigail thought to herself as she walked into the washroom. Greg touched his own face as he

recalled how Abigail had looked earlier. He blinked a few times as he thought, Maybe the slap was worth it after all.

Was that an apology she just gave me? Okay! I'll take it. He tugged his lips into a smile.

Right then, footsteps came from the corridor. Swanson Hut's manager walked into the room with the food Greg had

ordered. "Your dishes, Mr. Buckley."

"Let me do it." Greg went over to take the food from him, unpacked them, and laid them out on the table. Abigail

came out of the washroom then, and her gaze immediately fell on the dishes on the table. Most of the dishes

looked rather plain, but they didn't look like they would taste bad.

Abigail sat down and lifted the spoon before she began eating. Greg frowned at her. "Slow down. Your stomach's

not well, so you shouldn't eat too quickly. It'd be hard for you to digest."

"I have to go take a look at your mom later. If everything's fine, I should be able to transfer her case to one of the

local doctors," Abigail uttered while eating.

"Are you leaving?" Greg was surprised.

"Yeah. My hospital's in Marona, and I just came here to help with one surgery. I naturally have to return once I'm

done." Abigail's words left Greg in a bad mood.

"What will happen to the child once you're gone?" he asked coldly.

Abigail paused for a moment before she gave him the first answer that came to mind. "She'll follow me, of course."

"My mom hasn't seen my child at all, and she's getting really old. Can't you just fulfill her wish?" Greg asked.