Not One, But Two!

Chapter 127

"Mr. Buckley, the master is inside!"

A man in black stopped Greg in time respectfully.

"Get out of my way!"

Greg's murderous intent intensified, causing the man in black to flinch a little, but he didn't dare to let him go casually.

"Mr. Buckley, the master said—"

"F*ck what he said."

Greg punched him, knocking the man in black to one side. He then swept his gaze around coldly, and the others didn't dare to step forward.

None of them were Greg's opponents. So, they stopped him just for show because everyone knew that none of them could stop him.

Greg moved to enter.

"Valerie, come back with me."

There was a man in the room begging Valerie.

This was what Greg heard when he came in. He couldn't help but sneer and replied, "Go back with you? What for? To see you having fun with different women every night? Why should Mom give up on her carefree life here and go back with you to anger herself to death?"

Hearing that, the man froze for a moment, then turned around slowly.

He had a face similar to Greg's, but it was covered with frost and weathered with vicissitudes.

The moment he saw Greg, the man's eyes lit up a little.

"Greg, you're back?"

"Don't call me that. I'm not all that familiar with you."

Then, Greg walked past him and came to a stop in front of Valerie.

"Mom, are you feeling better these days? Abbie said that she'll give you a checkup soon, so please take care of your body."

When Valerie heard Greg address Abigail as 'Abbie', she couldn't help but be stunned. Then she smiled and said, "Abbie? You're not calling her Dr. Kain anymore?"

"Ahem, ahem…"

Greg coughed uncomfortably and said, "Well, weren't you the one who told me that you think she's not bad?"

"Well, was it me? Or was it you, actually?"

Valerie's ridicule embarrassed him a little.

"Gah, don't worry about it! We're going on an outing tomorrow. Do you want to join?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't I?"

Valerie was extremely happy.

This son of mine finally realized that Genevieve is not a good match for him.

Abigail is very good—really good, in fact.

I like her a lot.

The mother and son pair chatted as if no one else was around. They had thrown the man aside.

But the man couldn't help frowning when he heard Greg's words.

"Greg, you have a girl you fancy now?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

Greg asked calmly.

The man's face looked very angry.

"How can you take marriage as a joke? You must know your identity!"

"What's his identity? He's only my son—an illegitimate child at that! His household registration belongs to my parents' household registration. He is now the CEO of Buckley Group, and he doesn't seem to have any relationship with you, Titus!"

Valerie immediately became angry, and her series of rhetorical questions left Titus somewhat at a loss as to how to answer her.

"Valerie, you should know that I didn't know you were pregnant with Greg at that time. You didn't even tell me."

"If I had told you about my pregnancy, would you have chosen to not marry that woman and lived with us? Titus, you should very well know why you broke up with me back then. You only went with what

you wanted, and now, you came back here and told me that you want to take Greg and me back? Do you really think that you deserve all the good things in the world? In your dreams! Also, did you know that all these years, people have been trying to kill Greg? Don't tell me you don't know who was behind it. Because of that woman, my son almost died several times, and you still want him to return with you? Where did you get the courage? Who made you think you could do this? Huh?"

Valerie was about to go crazy.

Valerie was about to go crazy.

Didn't the man in front of her know how she came to suffer all these years?

He did.

He knew!

Nevertheless, he still didn't come to her nor Greg. Now that he thought of having a son and found out that he had a son indeed, he wants to take him back in? He must be f*cking delusional.

Seeing that Valerie was very worked up, Greg quickly comforted her and said, "Mom, calm down. You don't have to waste your breath on such a person. So many years have passed, and yet you still don't understand what kind of person he is? Besides, you should know the condition of your body. How long has it been since your surgery? Don't be angry, okay?"

Under the comfort of her son, Valerie finally stabilized a little.

When he heard what Greg said, Titus suddenly became nervous.

"Valerie, you had surgery? What's wrong? How are you now after the surgery?"

Valerie rubbed her temples and said helplessly, "Can you leave? I beg you to never show up in front of me in the future anymore, okay? I've said this before, and I'm going to say this again—I am not interested in being a mistress. I am old now, so please let me live a stable life. Let's take it as an end to whatever love we had between us, okay?"

Valerie's words were really harsh. Titus didn't feel too good, and his expression was a little unsightly as well.

"Valerie, you know very well that you are not my mistress. There is a registration record between you and I. You are my wife that I married legally!"

"Yes, we are registered, and I am legally your wife, but in the end, in order to marry that woman, I was forced to divorce you. You didn't give me the wedding that you promised me, but in return, I became a divorcée, and my son became an illegitimate child. Now, you tell me that you want to compensate us. Did you even ask us if we even want or need your compensation?"

When Valerie recalled everything in the past, she became angry. She even felt a dull pain in her head.

"Greg, drive him away! I have a headache and I don't want to see him anymore."

Valerie rubbed her temples.

Meanwhile, Greg's face was a little gloomy.

"Mr. Nolan, please leave."

"Greg, I'm your father."

Titus felt a shot of pain in his chest. He looked at his eldest son in front of him, but didn't know how to change his mind.

"My dad has been dead for a long time. Mr. Nolan, please leave."

Greg's words were very cruel, and Titus staggered upon hearing them.

He could see that the pair of mother and son in front of him really hated him.

Should they be hating him?

Maybe.

But at that time, he needed the support of his current wife's parents, and he had no choice. Why couldn't Valerie, a woman who once loved him deeply, be considerate of him? And she even had to make his son hate him too?

What was the reason he did all these for?

It was all for his son, Greg!

Titus wanted to question Valerie again, but he couldn't make out a word under Greg's cold eyes.

"Okay, I'll go. If you change your mind, or if you need any help, you know how to contact me."

"We're doing fine, and we don't need any help from you. Please go."

Greg didn't need his care and kindness at all.

With that, Titus left in disappointment.

As soon as he left, Valerie couldn't sit still. Her whole body was spread out on the sofa, and her eyes were full of sadness.

Greg poured a cup of hot water for her and said in a low voice, "Mom, if you still love him and want to be his wife, I have countless ways to get his woman at home to leave him."

Volerie wos obout to go crozy.

Didn't the mon in front of her know how she come to suffer oll these yeors?

He did.

He knew!

Nevertheless, he still didn't come to her nor Greg. Now thot he thought of hoving o son ond found out thot he hod o son indeed, he wonts to toke him bock in? He must be f*cking delusionol.

Seeing thot Volerie wos very worked up, Greg quickly comforted her ond soid, "Mom, colm down. You don't hove to woste your breoth on such o person. So mony yeors hove possed, ond yet you still don't understond whot kind of person he is? Besides, you should know the condition of your body. How long hos it been since your surgery? Don't be ongry, okoy?"

Under the comfort of her son, Volerie finolly stobilized o little.

When he heord whot Greg soid, Titus suddenly become nervous.

"Volerie, you hod surgery? Whot's wrong? How ore you now ofter the surgery?"

Volerie rubbed her temples ond soid helplessly, "Con you leove? I beg you to never show up in front of me in the future onymore, okoy? I've soid this before, ond I'm going to soy this ogoin—I om not interested in being o mistress. I om old now, so pleose let me live o stoble life. Let's toke it os on end to whotever love we hod between us, okoy?"

Volerie's words were reolly horsh. Titus didn't feel too good, ond his expression wos o little unsightly os well.

"Volerie, you know very well thot you ore not my mistress. There is o registrotion record between you ond I. You ore my wife thot I morried legolly!"

"Yes, we ore registered, ond I om legolly your wife, but in the end, in order to morry thot womon, I wos forced to divorce you. You didn't give me the wedding thot you promised me, but in return, I become o divorcée, ond my son become on illegitimote child. Now, you tell me thot you wont to compensote us. Did you even osk us if we even wont or need your compensotion?"

When Volerie recolled everything in the post, she become ongry. She even felt o dull poin in her heod.

"Greg, drive him owoy! I hove o heodoche ond I don't wont to see him onymore."

Volerie rubbed her temples.

Meonwhile, Greg's foce wos o little gloomy.

"Mr. Nolon, pleose leove."

"Greg, I'm your fother."

Titus felt o shot of poin in his chest. He looked ot his eldest son in front of him, but didn't know how to chonge his mind.

"My dod hos been deod for o long time. Mr. Nolon, pleose leove."

Greg's words were very cruel, ond Titus stoggered upon heoring them.

He could see thot the poir of mother ond son in front of him reolly hoted him.

Should they be hoting him?

Moybe.

But ot thot time, he needed the support of his current wife's porents, ond he hod no choice. Why couldn't Volerie, o womon who once loved him deeply, be considerote of him? And she even hod to moke his son hote him too?

Whot wos the reoson he did oll these for?

It wos oll for his son, Greg!

Titus wonted to question Volerie ogoin, but he couldn't moke out o word under Greg's cold eyes.

"Okoy, I'll go. If you chonge your mind, or if you need ony help, you know how to contoct me."

"We're doing fine, ond we don't need ony help from you. Pleose go." NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Greg didn't need his core ond kindness ot oll.

With thot, Titus left in disoppointment.

As soon os he left, Volerie couldn't sit still. Her whole body wos spreod out on the sofo, ond her eyes were full of sodness.

Greg poured o cup of hot woter for her ond soid in o low voice, "Mom, if you still love him ond wont to be his wife, I hove countless woys to get his womon ot home to leove him."

"Don't do such things. Everything could be damaged except marriage. My relationship with him has long been broken. But he is right. You are his son, so if you want to—"

"I don't. I just want to live my life well now."

Greg interrupted her.

Valerie looked at her stubborn son in front of her and couldn't help sighing.

Her son's temper was exactly the same as hers, so what else could she say?

"Let's not talk about him. Let's talk about you and Abbie. What's the situation with the two of you?"

Valerie's words brought a smile to Greg's face.

"What else can happen? We are now boyfriend and girlfriend, and we may become husband and wife soon. Old Madam Buckley, how about it? Do you like her?"

When she looked at Greg's sincere smile, Valerie knew that he had really fallen in love.

"Yes. Whomever you love, I'll like them too."

"Nonsense. You didn't like Genevieve."

Greg's words made Valerie sigh as she said, "Do you really think that you loved Genevieve? You are good at everything. You're such a talented person, and you have excellent abilities, so why should you be willing to be that woman's secret lover? The 'love' that you thought you had for her was only because she saved you, and because you felt indebted to her. If you really loved her, you wouldn't have sat by and let her pursue Cody while leading you on. Don't tell me that you were afraid of affecting the brotherhood you had with Cody. Think about it—if Abigail told you that she fell in love with Cody now, would you let her go? Would you let her go after him?"

"Impossible! Abbie is mine!"

Almost subconsciously, Greg objected, and he was stunned after he had spoken.

Right.

Why did he feel terrible at the thought of Abigail going after Cody and even became murderous? Why didn't he feel this way about Genevieve?

Although Cody said he had no feelings for Genevieve, he really didn't think she was that important.

Suddenly, it was like the fog had cleared up.

Greg could clearly see where his emotions laid in his heart.

Seeing him so, Valerie finally smiled at ease.

"Okay, your family of four should go for the outing tomorrow. I'm old, so I'll stay home. Just update me when you come back. I've been a little tired recently, and I want to rest."

Greg nodded.

"Okay. Is Uncle Hans okay?"

Greg asked her.

Valerie nodded and said with a smile, "Your aunt and uncle are going to be busy recently. Your aunt is about to give birth, and your uncle is terrified. He is worried every day; I don't even know what he is afraid of."

Greg wanted to laugh when he thought of that scene.

"Alright, now. Who cares what he's afraid of? He's a dignified major general, and he's afraid of women giving birth? I'll go back first. Call me if there's anything."

"Go, go. Now that you are in love, let's not delay your time with your girlfriend."

Valerie waved her hand at Greg, signaling for him to go.

"You're the best, Mom."

Greg kissed Valerie's face before walking out.

He couldn't wait to see Abigail now.

He had too many things to tell her, but when he got home, he saw that the lights in Abigail's house were turned off, and he didn't want to disturb her.

All that happened today was more than enough to tire her out, so he figured he should let her have a good rest.

Thinking that, Greg walked into the house, but he suddenly found a familiar figure that quickly flashed into Abigail's house.

His brow wrinkled slightly, and his expression suddenly sank.