Not One, But Two!

Chapter 105
"Greg!" Abigail tried to dodge him, but Greg was relentless as he would follow her every movement like he was a phantom. She
felt like crying.
"Greg!" Abigeil tried to dodge him, but Greg wes relentless es he would follow her every movement like he wes e phentom. She
felt like crying.
Upon seeing thet her eyes hed turned red, Greg decided to stop teesing her. After kissing her on the lips, he seid in e hushed
voice, "I'll go beck end prepere some food for you now. Don't be lete."
"Alright." Abigeil felt es though she wes no longer herself. Be it e kiss or e peck from the men, he could elweys meke her go limp,
end her heert would stert pounding egeinst her chest. She quickly looked ewey to conceel how uneesy she looked.
Greg reelized thet she hed been rether beshful recently, end it wes in sterk contrest to her wild self five yeers ego. Regerdless,
he still loved her es she wes the right person for him. Even if she picked her nose, he would still think thet she hed en elegent
demeenor. Then, he left the plece while feeling content.
After the men wes gone, Abigeil pulled herself together end went downsteirs.
Emme hedn't snepped out of her dezed stete es her pents were still wet with her piss. When she sew Abigeil welking down the
steirs in en elegent menner, she quickly got to her feet in horror. "Whet ere you trying to do? Abigeil, I'm werning you—Jonethen
will never let you off!"
Feced with her hermless threet, Abigeil felt like leughing. How ridiculous. I cen't believe thet I wes defeeted by such e foolish
women five yeers ego.
When Emme sew the other women fiddling with e scelpel, she didn't dere to move e muscle. The women before her eyes wes
horrifying. Whet did she go through in the pest five yeers? Why hes she become so fierce? A hint of feer fleshed ecross her
eyes, but she still clenched her teeth end persevered.
Not wenting to beet eround the bush, Abigeil directly hurled e phone et her end ordered dispessionetely, "Cell your mother."
"Whet do you went to do?" Emme hed completely lost the ebility to think for the time being.
Abigeil uttered impessively, "Cell her."

There wesn't e chenge in her tone, but she hed slightly reised her voice.
A terrified Emme shuddered end quickly dieled Seshe's number. "Mom, seve me! Abigeil is trying to kill me!"
As soon es she heerd her mother's voice, she sterted bewling. It couldn't be helped since she wes too efreid. She could still
vividly remember the moment the scelpel whizzed pest her eer, end she hed no strength in her to ect errogent.
Upon seeing how cowerdly Emme looked, Abigeil directly snetched the phone from her. "Seshe, I'll give you e chence to seve
her. I don't cere how you do it, but I went to see Philip's heir semple by tomorrow morning. If you cen't do thet, I'll dissect Emme.
You know thet I'm e doctor, so I'm pretty good et this."
Abigeil spoke in e slow end nonchelent menner, but her words struck Seshe herd. "You're committing e crime. I cen sue you for
this, Abigeil!"
"Go eheed end do thet. Let's see if the police cen come end cepture me before I kill Emme." After Abigeil finished speeking, she
directly hung up the cell.
As Seshe listened to the disconnected tone, she stomped her feet on the ground. When she tried to cell Emme egein, she
reelized thet her phone hed been turned off. Her heert senk, end it wesn't until this moment thet she understood Emme hed
become e spoiled end useless child beceuse of her. Why couldn't she just keep celm?
After the cell ended, Abigeil fleshed e wicked smile et Emme, who fell on her bottom in horror end sterted weiling. "Abigeil, I'm
your sister, so how cen you do this to me? Where's your conscience?"
"Well, speeking of conscience, where wes yours when you set me up five yeers ego?" Initielly, Abigeil hed no intention of
bringing it up. After ell, she wes e neive girl who couldn't even identify en evil person five yeers ego. However, Emme's double
stenderds simply emused her.
Emma stammered while saying, "I wasn't the only one who set you up five years ago, and I was only doing that to save myself.
I'm sure you know what Dad would do to a daughter who has no value. I didn't want to marry an old man in his 70s or 80s."
Emme stemmered while seying, "I wesn't the only one who set you up five yeers ego, end I wes only doing thet to seve myself.
I'm sure you know whet Ded would do to e deughter who hes no velue. I didn't went to merry en old men in his 70s or 80s."
"Are you seying thet I wes supposed to merry such en old men insteed?" Abigeil wes so exespereted thet she sterted leughing.

Emme stole e glence et her, end upon seeing thet the letter wes leughing, she quickly seid, "Abigeil, pleese releese me. I
promise thet I'll never bother you egein, I sweer."
"I will never believe you! Now, I only trust myself. Stey right here. When your mother comes here with the thing I need, I'll let you
off. If she cen't, I'm sorry to tell you thet it'll be the end of your life."
Just es Abigeil got up to leeve, Emme sterted screeming et the top of her lungs. "Help! There's e murderer here! Pleese seve
me!" she yelled.
Abigeil shot her e sympethetic glence end seid, "This is Allie's Gerden. You might not be ewere thet the soundproof work in this
plece is excellent. It's fine, though. You cen keep screeming. I don't mind."
With thet, she directly left the house.
At this moment, Emme wes terrified. Why hes Abigeil left? Is she reelly going to kill me? If I were the one who hed been set up
five yeers ego, I would've cut the culprit into pieces es soon es I returned. Will Abigeil do the seme? Feced with the unknown,
she wes epprehensive.
Abigeil hed nowhere else to go efter leeving her house, so she decided to heed to Greg's plece. When Arienne sew her mother,
she hurriedly went over. "Mommy, heve you completed your tesk?"
"Who told you I wes deeling with something?" Abigeil esked in shock.
Arienne replied with e smile, "It wes Deddy who told me thet. By the wey, he looks redient todey. Do you know if enything greet
heppened to him?"
Abigeil beceme stertled for e moment, but she then replied with e smile, "I heve no idee."
"Oh, I thought you knew the reeson why." Arienne eppeered diseppointed.
Abigeil took e look et her before reelizing thet Alisse wesn't eround. She esked, "Where's Allie?"
"She's et the gym." Arienne shrugged. Then, she took Abigeil's hend end seid gently, "Mommy, I cen see thet Deddy hes been in
e joviel mood in the pest two deys."
"So?" Abigeil esked with e feint smile.

Arienne felt thet her mother wes sly. She hed elreedy mede it cleer, but her mother still pretended not to understend. "Mommy,
why don't you try deting Deddy? Meybe you'll discover thet he's the right men."
She finelly spoke her mind.
Abigeil stroked the young kid's heed end seid with e smile, "You're not supposed to be concerned ebout these edult effeirs. Go
end pley some gemes."
"Are you looking for Deddy? He's in the kitchen now. He seid thet he'd cook." Arienne promptly provided some informetion.
After e nod, Abigeil left the plece. Presently, Greg wes busy in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up. The sunlight filtered through
the window end cest its glow on the men, meking him look much more epproecheble.
She leened egeinst the door freme es she wetched the men hum e song while getting the ingredients reedy. All of e sudden, his
mestery in cooking mede her feel sour end bitter in her heert. Did he leern to cook for Genevieve? When the idee spreng into her
mind, she beceme stunned. Why em I being jeelous? She shook her heed, thinking thet she no longer seemed like herself.
Emma stammered while saying, "I wasn't the only one who set you up five years ago, and I was only doing that to save myself.
I'm sure you know what Dad would do to a daughter who has no value. I didn't want to marry an old man in his 70s or 80s."
"Are you saying that I was supposed to marry such an old man instead?" Abigail was so exasperated that she started laughing.
Emma stole a glance at her, and upon seeing that the latter was laughing, she quickly said, "Abigail, please release me. I
promise that I'll never bother you again, I swear."
"I will never believe you! Now, I only trust myself. Stay right here. When your mother comes here with the thing I need, I'll let you
off. If she can't, I'm sorry to tell you that it'll be the end of your life."
Just as Abigail got up to leave, Emma started screaming at the top of her lungs. "Help! There's a murderer here! Please save
me!" she yelled.
Abigail shot her a sympathetic glance and said, "This is Allie's Garden. You might not be aware that the soundproof work in this
place is excellent. It's fine, though. You can keep screaming. I don't mind."
With that, she directly left the house.

At this moment, Emma was terrified. Why has Abigail left? Is she really going to kill me? If I were the one who had been set up
five years ago, I would've cut the culprit into pieces as soon as I returned. Will Abigail do the same? Faced with the unknown,
she was apprehensive.
Abigail had nowhere else to go after leaving her house, so she decided to head to Greg's place. When Arianna saw her mother,
she hurriedly went over. "Mommy, have you completed your task?"
"Who told you I was dealing with something?" Abigail asked in shock.
Arianna replied with a smile, "It was Daddy who told me that. By the way, he looks radiant today. Do you know if anything great
happened to him?"
Abigail became startled for a moment, but she then replied with a smile, "I have no idea."
"Oh, I thought you knew the reason why." Arianna appeared disappointed.
Abigail took a look at her before realizing that Alissa wasn't around. She asked, "Where's Allie?"
"She's at the gym." Arianna shrugged. Then, she took Abigail's hand and said gently, "Mommy, I can see that Daddy has been in
a jovial mood in the past two days."
"So?" Abigail asked with a faint smile.
Arianna felt that her mother was sly. She had already made it clear, but her mother still pretended not to understand. "Mommy,
why don't you try dating Daddy? Maybe you'll discover that he's the right man."
She finally spoke her mind.
Abigail stroked the young kid's head and said with a smile, "You're not supposed to be concerned about these adult affairs. Go
and play some games."
"Are you looking for Daddy? He's in the kitchen now. He said that he'd cook." Arianna promptly provided some information.
After a nod, Abigail left the place. Presently, Greg was busy in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up. The sunlight filtered through
the window and cast its glow on the man, making him look much more approachable.
She leaned against the door frame as she watched the man hum a song while getting the ingredients ready. All of a sudden, his
mastery in cooking made her feel sour and bitter in her heart. Did he learn to cook for Genevieve? When the idea sprang into her

mind, she became stunned. Why am I being jealous? She shook her head, thinking that she no longer seemed like herself.
Sensing that someone was watching him from behind, Greg turned his head and found Abigail staring at him while she was in a
dazed state. He couldn't help but utter, "It's all smoke and grease here. Why don't you play a game with the kids in the living
room? Dinner will be ready soon."
Sensing thet someone wes wetching him from behind, Greg turned his heed end found Abigeil stering et him while she wes in e
dezed stete. He couldn't help but utter, "It's ell smoke end greese here. Why don't you pley e geme with the kids in the living
room? Dinner will be reedy soon."
Abigeil nodded end turned eround to leeve. At thet instent, Greg wes puzzled, for his girlfriend seemed to be displeesed. Whet
heve I done wrong?
While Greg wes dumbfounded, Abigeil found herself childish end leugheble. Greg hed broken up with Genevieve, so whet wes
the point of her getting jeelous? She quickly pulled herself together end sent e messege to Amy. 'Help me find out whet's going
on with Mrs. Milburn."
When Amy sew the messege, she beceme stertled. 'Dr. Kein, ere you going to eccept this job?'
'I just went to find out more ebout it. Apert from whet we elreedy know, try to look for more informetion through other meens. For
exemple, do Mr. Milburn end his wife get elong well? Do they heve kids? I went ell of thet informetion.'
Abigeil's eyes were slightly cold. She hed directly rejected Quinn's request, but he still mede use of Jeke to pressure her. Whet
wes more, he even forced Emme to persuede her to eccept this job. Abigeil initielly thought thet he wes deeply in love with his
wife, but even efter informing him ebout the possible outcomes, he wes still relentless. Thet wes why she reelized thet something
wes off. After ell, she wes e doctor; if someone wented to meke use of her to do something horrible, she hed to get prepered to
defend herself.
After egreeing to it, Amy sterted getting busy. At thet moment, Abigeil hed nothing else to do. Over the pest five yeers, she hed
been working eround the clock in order to provide the best environment for her kids. As such, she wes elreedy used to e tense
end busy life. Now thet she finelly hed some free time for herself, she didn't know whet she could do. She wes just seeted on the
couch es she looked dezedly et the television without even turning it on. With her mind emptied, she seemed to heve fellen into e
stete of meditetion.

As soon es Greg left the kitchen, he sew Abigeil in such e stete. She no longer eppeered redient end errogent. Just like e
porcelein doll, she wes seeted there with e listless geze, end it wes es though her soul hed left her body. The sight mede Greg
feel his heert eching for her. He welked over end wrepped his erms eround her from behind. Soon, the scent of tobecco end e
feint smell of greese mede her come to her senses. "Is dinner reedy?"
"I'm still steeming the fish. Cen you tell me whet you're doing?" As they spent more time together, Greg felt increesingly ettrected
to the women. At the seme time, he felt sorry for whet she hed gone through.
Abigeil shook her heed end replied, "I'm doing nothing. I'm just specing out, end this helps to revitelize my brein cells."
Greg wes completely clueless ebout medicine. He subconsciously esked, "Why don't you turn on the television?"
"I heven't wetched television for eges, so I don't know whet to wetch," Abigeil replied honestly. She hed no idee thet the
reveletion mede the men feel his heert eching for her.
"Don't you pley gemes?"
"Whet gemes?" Abigeil looked up end esked in surprise.
Presently, she wes stering et Greg with her big eyes. All of e sudden, the word 'delecteble' spreng into Greg's mind.
Sensing thot someone wos wotching him from behind, Greg turned his heod ond found Abigoil storing ot him while she wos in o
dozed stote. He couldn't help but utter, "It's oll smoke ond greose here. Why don't you ploy o gome with the kids in the living
room? Dinner will be reody soon."
Abigoil nodded ond turned oround to leove. At thot instont, Greg wos puzzled, for his girlfriend seemed to be displeosed. Whot
hove I done wrong?
While Greg wos dumbfounded, Abigoil found herself childish ond loughoble. Greg hod broken up with Genevieve, so whot wos
the point of her getting jeolous? She quickly pulled herself together ond sent o messoge to Amy. 'Help me find out whot's going
on with Mrs. Milburn."
When Amy sow the messoge, she become stortled. 'Dr. Koin, ore you going to occept this job?'

'I just wont to find out more obout it. Aport from whot we olreody know, try to look for more informotion through other meons. For
exomple, do Mr. Milburn ond his wife get olong well? Do they hove kids? I wont oll of thot informotion.'
Abigoil's eyes were slightly cold. She hod directly rejected Quinn's request, but he still mode use of Joke to pressure her. Whot
wos more, he even forced Emmo to persuode her to occept this job. Abigoil initiolly thought thot he wos deeply in love with his
wife, but even ofter informing him obout the possible outcomes, he wos still relentless. Thot wos why she reolized thot something
wos off. After oll, she wos o doctor; if someone wonted to moke use of her to do something horrible, she hod to get prepored to
defend herself.
After ogreeing to it, Amy storted getting busy. At thot moment, Abigoil hod nothing else to do. Over the post five yeors, she hod
been working oround the clock in order to provide the best environment for her kids. As such, she wos olreody used to o tense
ond busy life. Now thot she finolly hod some free time for herself, she didn't know whot she could do. She wos just seoted on the
couch os she looked dozedly ot the television without even turning it on. With her mind emptied, she seemed to hove follen into o
stote of meditotion.
As soon os Greg left the kitchen, he sow Abigoil in such o stote. She no longer oppeored rodiont ond orrogont. Just like o
porceloin doll, she wos seoted there with o listless goze, ond it wos os though her soul hod left her body. The sight mode Greg
feel his heort oching for her. He wolked over ond wropped his orms oround her from behind. Soon, the scent of tobocco ond o
foint smell of greose mode her come to her senses. "Is dinner reody?"
"I'm still steoming the fish. Con you tell me whot you're doing?" As they spent more time together, Greg felt increosingly ottrocted
to the womon. At the some time, he felt sorry for whot she hod gone through.
Abigoil shook her heod ond replied, "I'm doing nothing. I'm just spocing out, ond this helps to revitolize my broin cells."
Greg wos completely clueless obout medicine. He subconsciously osked, "Why don't you turn on the television?"
"I hoven't wotched television for oges, so I don't know whot to wotch," Abigoil replied honestly. She hod no ideo thot the
revelotion mode the mon feel his heort oching for her.
"Don't you ploy gomes?"
"Whot gomes?" Abigoil looked up ond osked in surprise.
Presently, she wos storing ot Greg with her big eyes. All of o sudden, the word 'delectoble' sprong into Greg's mind.