Not One, But Two!

Chapter 29

"What did you say?" Abigail swiveled around, looking surprised. But didn't Mom die of a disease? Is he suggesting something else? She squinted.

The look in Abigail's eyes reminded Philip of his ex-wife. They're the same. I knew it. That b*tch's daughter is just as crazy as she was. He said in disgust, "Let Emma go, and I'll tell you."

"You'd better tell me the truth, or I can destroy Emma and your family whenever I d*mn please. Try me."

Abigail's hands were shaking. She only had vague memories of her mother, and she had never seen her once for as long as she could remember. Ever since she was a kid, she had been bullied by Sasha and Emma. Sometimes she wished that her mother was alive. Perhaps I would have been a princess too.

But that was just a wish in the end. Everyone told her that her mother died from a disease not long after she was born. But now, Philip is saying otherwise. Abigail was interested. Emma is a fool. Even if I hadn't done that, she would still get sent into the slammer eventually. Mom's past is more important than she is.

She's threatening me again? He was about to lay his hand on her again, but she said coldly, "What? Still want to abuse me like you did five years ago? Or are you going to lock me up in the basement for a month like I'm some sort of garbage? You think I'd be a kid forever? I get it now. You killed Mom, didn't you, Philip? Just like how you abused me?" She stepped forth, and her eyes turned crimson.

Philip took a step back in fear. He thought he saw his ex-wife again, interrogating him. He was averting his eyes, but he too was angered. "How dare you talk to me like that? How dare you? You're just like your mother! You deserve to be hit!" He raised his hand again.

Abigail suplexed him and tossed him onto the ground.

Sasha screamed again, and she tried to get someone to help, but Abigail turned around, her gaze dripping with venom. "Make one more sound and I'll kill Emma like how you tried to kill me. Or I can spike her drink and toss her into an alleyway. Maybe get some men to f*ck her. I wonder if Jonathan will still like her if he knows she got gangbanged."

"No! You can't do something that cruel to her! No!" Sasha blanched.

"Oh, you know that's cruel, huh? So why didn't you think of that when you did that to me? And you! Philip! You. Are. My. Father. Did you even care about me when you found out what they tried to do?" Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Abigail thought she had gotten over a lot of things, but now she knew she hadn't. Some hatred couldn't be forgotten that easily. She didn't do anything to them because they were, to some extent, her family. But they should not have threatened me. Emna deserves this. Why do they think I should tolerate their crotch goblin?

Abigail's eyes were crimson, as if she was an enraged wolf. The air around her seemed to have dropped to freezing point, and she wanted to murder. At that moment, she wanted to murder someone. Philip and Sasha noticed that, of course.

Abigail's scalper slid out of her sleeve, and she twirled it between her fingers eerily. "Do you think I won't kill you?" she whispered. Her voice sounded gentle, but it was also terrifying.

"Abigail, I am your father. You—"

"So what? Have you ever thought of me as your daughter?" She stepped forward, and Philip almost pissed his pants.

"Murder! Murder!" Sasha cried murder and escaped, leaving Philip for dead. However, she was knocked out before she could go too far.

Before Abigail had realized it, a men's coat was draped over her shoulders.

"Don't dirty your hands for people like them," Greg said, and Abigail was stunned.

She watched as he kept her scalpel and tightened the coat around her. "Scram," he growled.

Philip recognized Greg, but he had no intention of making deals anymore. He scrambled to get up and escape the place.

Abigail was confused. "Why are you here?" Her breathing was shallow, and she was still feeling a bit murderous.

Greg had a dark look in his eyes. "Alissa's in the hospital. I came here to talk about this. The doctors can't find out what's wrong with her, but she just won't wake up."

"What did you say?" Abigail grabbed his collar. "What happened to her?"

"We can talk in the car." He held her hand, which was so heartbreakingly cold.

Abigail didn't care about anything else anymore. She got in his car and went to the hospital.

Greg watched as she went into the ER, and he felt sad for her. He thought a proud woman like her should have been living a laid-back life, but he never thought that her past would be this dark. He was reminded of what he saw in the alleyway five years ago.

Back then, a woman tossed Abigail onto him. So that was Emma.

Her own sister had set her up. If it weren't for him meeting her, she would have killed herself after she knew what had happened. He thought Abigail went into hiding after she had her fun with him, but he

never thought the Kains locked her up in the basement for a month. A month. How dare they?

He couldn't imagine how she survived the last five years, nor could he imagine how she managed to escape the family and raise a kid on her own. He suddenly realized that a dark and painful past was hidden behind her laid-back façade.

Abigail didn't know what Greg was thinking about, of course. She only cared about Alissa. "How is she doing?" She wore the sterilized clothes and went into the ER.

The doctors didn't know how to answer. "We're sorry, Dr. Kain. We performed a lot of tests, but we just can't find out what happened to her."

"Go out. I'll handle this myself." When Abigail saw Alissa moving her finger, she heaved a sigh of relief, and her murderous aura sudsided fully.

The medical staff heaved a sigh of relief, and they left the ER.

When only Abigail and Alissa were left, Abigail said calmly, "So, an injection or a defibrillator?"

Alissa quickly sat up. "Do you have to go that far, Mommy?"

"What is it this time? Do you think it's fun scaring people?" Abigail knew Alissa must have done something wrong when she noticed that the girl was just playing dead.

Well, she saw through me. Alissa smiled as brightly as she could. "I got into a street fight, and Daddy saw me. I didn't know what to do, so I played dead. But I had no idea you weren't there. Weren't you with Daddy?"

"I don't remember having to tell you who I am with." She felt jealous that her own daughter was treating Greg so nicely.

Alissa knew her mother was feeling jealous, so she quickly hugged her. "I was just concerned about you," she assured her mother. "I was worried Daddy might do something bad to you."

"Him? As if. You like staying in the hospital, don't you? Stay here then. I have something to settle, so I have to stay back for a few days." She was reminded of what Philip said, and she felt like investigating her mother's death.

Alissa felt delighted that her mother wasn't leaving. "Really? Are we staying?"

"For now. Alissa, I'm telling you that I will never be together with Greg. If you like Daddy, you can go with him. I don't mind." Abigail turned around.

Alissa felt miffed. "Aw, but I love you, Mommy. Fine, I'll stay here in the hospital, alright? I won't go to Daddy's place. Don't leave me alone."

Alissa was hugging Abigail's arm like a kitten, and the look she gave Abigail melted her heart. She would never leave her kid behind. She was just feeling jealous. "Do you really like this daddy of yours?"

"Is he not my daddy?" the girl asked.

Abigail knew there was no point lying anymore. "Yes, he is your father, but we are not a couple. I can't stay with him and be a normal couple like the other kids' parents. I'm busy. I have to go around for surgeries. You can follow him when I'm out for work, but don't match us up, got it?"

Abigail had always wanted her kids to have a father figure, and now that her kids loved Greg, she had to accept him as their father. She would do anything that would help her kids out, but she would never be together with Greg.

As Abigail was being adamant, Alissa raised her hand and vowed, "I swear I won't match you guys up, Mommy."

"Lie down, Allie. You're a patient, so look like one. I'll tell them about this. But it's a busy day tomorrow, so I can't come over. If you feel bored, just video call Arianna."

Abigail patted Alissa's head gently and left the room, while Alissa stuck her tongue out. You don't want me to match you guys up? As if. Get ready for this matchup mashup, Mommy!