Not One, But Two!

Chapter 69

"What is it? Do you have something to say?" Abigail asked, not giving him any chance to back down.

Stanley paused for a moment, and he bit his lip. "Abbie, I know this might sound harsh, especially coming from me, but I'm doing it for your own good. You think of me as your uncle, so before you find your mother, I am in charge of looking after you."

Abigail wouldn't listen to this tripe in the past, but since Stanley did give her the portrait of her mother, she was patient. "Say what you have to say, uncle."

Stanley looked at her and hesitated for a while. "Who is Greg to you?"

Abigail paused for a moment, then she realized what was going on. "We're friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Don't worry about it, uncle." Abigail felt her heart aching once she said that, but she ignored it.

Stanley heaved a sigh of relief. "Good. Abbie, you're a great woman. You can get any kind of boyfriend you want. Greg is a great friend, but that's it. He's taken. The case with your mother and her sister was a… scandalous one, so to speak. I don't want anyone to think of you as a homewrecker, alright?"

Stanley was being roundabout enough, but Abigail still felt embarrassed. So everyone thinks I'm Greg's mistress? Abigail clenched her fists. "Don't worry. I don't have romantic feelings for him."

If it weren't for the kids, she wouldn't have had any further interactions with Greg. But even so, are people still taking it the wrong way? She looked away.

Stanley sighed. Poor girl. "I know a few great guys. Do you want me to introduce them to you?"

"It's fine, uncle. I have a boyfriend."

Stanley was surprised that she would say that.

When he was about to ask further questions, Abigail's phone rang. She looked at it. It was from Hugh, so she took it in front of Stanley. "Miss me?"

She sounded cold, but Hugh was surprised by the question. He thought he had gotten the wrong number, so he looked at the screen again. It's her alright. Did something happen? Why did she get so explicit? This is not like her. "Are you down with something?" he asked curiously.

Abigail smiled sheepishly and covered her phone. "Sorry, uncle. I need to take this call, so…"

"Sure. I'll be going now. Call me if you need anything." Stanley left happily. Looks like I was worried for nothing. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Abigail stopped smiling after he left. "What is it?"

Abigail's sudden change in attitude stunned Hugh once more. What is with her? She keeps changing her attitude. "Are you alright, Abbie?"

"I'm fine. If you want to know how Alissa's doing, all I can say is she's fine. Don't worry about her. Just do your work."

And she hung up. She'd be lying if she said she didn't resent Hugh. She wouldn't have talked to him like that if it wasn't for the fact she had to stop Stanley from being a matchmaker. But after she hung up, she felt chilly, and it was not from the cold.

The warm scene back at Greg's place almost made her forget that they had nothing connecting them save for two kids. A homewrecker was not a good title, and she would never do that. No matter how nice he was to her, she would never go down the path her mother took.

Suddenly, she felt her wound's pain intensifying, so she quickly went back into her house and locked the door. She got the medical kit and took her clothes off so she could put some salve on her wound. The salve was cold, and it stung her when she put it over her wound. Beads of sweat drenched her forehead, but she gritted her teeth and held on.

Everyone said she was an iron lady, but she never wanted to be one. Nobody could protect her and she had two young kids to provide for, so she didn't have a choice but to toughen up.

Just then, someone rang the doorbell. She packed her things up and reached the foyer before she could wear her clothes properly. Through the intercom, she saw Greg standing outside.

"Open up, Abigail. Time to change your wound dressing." Greg looked at the camera.

She might have allowed him in before this, but after what Stanley said, she knew she shouldn't let him. "You're a man, and I'm a woman. I don't think this kind of skinship is fine. I'm a doctor, so thanks but no thanks. Go back, Greg." Her face was white because of the pain, and her voice was weak.

Greg frowned. She was fine when she left just now, and she was gentle when she made lunch, so what is going on? Why is she regressing? "Open up. You got hurt because of me. This is nothing."

"You endured that whip, so I took that stab. We're even. Just go home. I'm tired. I need to rest." And then she hung up.

It wasn't the first time she hung up on him, but Greg felt annoyed. What's her deal? Why does she change her attitude so many times in a day? Is she a schizo? He frowned. He really wanted to leave, but then he thought, She gave birth to my kids, and now she's hurt. He placed the medical kit outside the door before he left.

Abigail had a fitful sleep. She woke up from the pain and looked at the time, and she realized that she had only slept for half an hour. She was about to keep sleeping, but her phone beeped. It was a

message from her assistant, so she rubbed her eyes and took her phone.

She called her assistant, and it sounded noisy in the background. Perhaps she was in the corridor. "What is it?" Abigail asked.

"Dr. Kain, did you accept a surgery case in Rivertown?"

"No." Abigail was surprised. She was sick herself, and Alissa was still shocked from the ordeal. She would never have accepted a surgery case at a time like this.

Her assistant quickly said, "A rich man in Harrion texted me. He said you took on a surgery for his fiancée, and he paid you the money. He asked me when the surgery is going to be."

Abigail squinted. "A rich man? What's his name?"

"Eric. Eric Horton."

Abigail had never heard that name before. "I didn't take that case. Handle this for me. I need to recuperate for a while. If possible, I want to take my kids on a vacation."

"Alright. I'll handle it."

After she hung up, Abigail started figuring out what was happening. It's hard to even get an appointment with me, and I've never heard of this Eric guy, so how did he get my assistant's number? She knew something was wrong, and she called her assistant again. "I want to know how this Eric guy managed to make the appointment and to whom he paid the money."

Her assistant went to look into the case, and she called back a short while later. "I've looked into this. Eric applied through your personal website, and you were the one who took the request."

"Me? That's impossible." Abigail thought it was a joke. She was as busy as a bee lately, so it was impossible that she had accepted any requests. Even so, she quickly got out of bed and took her laptop out. She opened her website, but she noticed that the time and address of her login had changed. She thought, Did someone hack me?

She quickly screenshotted her IP address and logged into her website. There was Eric's request there, and she was the one who accepted it, but the money was funneled into Emma's account.

She knew that account number anywhere, as Emma would transfer Abigail's money away when they were kids. She did it a lot of times, but she never thought Emma would do it even until now. How dare she? She hacked my computer and put her account number on my website? Does she think I won't call the police? Looks like the last lesson wasn't hard enough.

Emma had a habit of taking Abigail's things away, and now she thought she could use Abigail to make money. She thinks she can take on any patient she wants on behalf of me? Abigail sneered. If Emma hadn't done this, she wouldn't spare a moment of her time to deal with her. But this woman is stupid. Since she wants to get money from me so much, it's time to teach her that some things are more trouble than it's worth.

Instead of confronting Emma, she called the police and told them that someone hacked into her website and smeared her name. She even posted a screenshot of the website to her wall, telling everyone that she was too busy to take any requests. She wanted the patients to find other doctors, and she posted the photo of her calling the police to report the case.

On the other hand, Emma was at home, feeling ecstatic. She never thought Abigail's password would still be as simple as it was so many years ago, nor did she expect to see someone making a request the moment she logged in. She accepted the request in Abigail's place, and the man called Eric paid her the money right away. Five million! It still felt unreal that she got so much money in just a moment.

She didn't care whether Abigail had time to do the surgery or not, since she already got the money. Just when she thought she could get away with it, some police officers came knocking.