Not One, But Two!

Chapter 91

"Ahem." Greg's face instantly flushed red.

"Um, Abigail, can you take that off first?"

"You jerk!" Abigail furiously snatched it off her head and flung it in Greg's face.

Greg was disheartened, and before he could say anything, Abigail had already left in anger.

"Whew, you're so brave, Daddy!"

Alissa patted her chest in relief, and now his eldest daughter no longer seemed so cute to him.

"What were you doing in my bathroom?"

Greg decided that he absolutely must chuck his dirty clothes into the laundry right after taking them off, especially his underwear.

That was too awkward.

Alissa said innocently, "I just wanted to play in your room, but then I saw that you have unwashed clothes, so I decided to wash them for you. But before I could wash them, Mommy came in, so I got startled, and the pants just flew out of my hand onto Mommy's head. I'm innocent, I swear."

What else could Greg say?

They're all such pains.

Greg glanced at Alissa, then took in a deep breath and said, "Stay here and don't move. I'll help your mommy clean up. If you mess around like this again, I'll wallop you."

"Okay."

Alissa was unusually obedient as she sat down quietly. However, as soon as Greg went out, she jumped up as if she had springs attached to her bottom. She ran to the door and peeked out through the crack in the door.

Arianna shook her head and said, "Allie, can't you just sit still?"

"That's none of your business."

Alissa continued peeking, and she saw Greg walking over to Abigail and saying in a low voice, "Let me help."

"It's fine. Just stay out of the way."

Abigail was taking her anger out on him, but Greg, once a hero in his prime, didn't even dare to provoke her.

"I'll fetch you a glass of water, then."

Abigail didn't say anything to that. Hence, Greg walked away like an underling and poured out some water for Abigail.

After taking a sip, Abigail looked at Greg and said, "If you dare leave your dirty underwear overnight next time, I'll wallop you."

"I won't do it again, promise."

Greg coaxed her, but he somehow felt that this was a heartwarming scene. He was the one getting scolded, but he felt as if such interactions only existed between married couples. Therefore, he couldn't help but grin.

Abigail didn't know what he was thinking, of course. After cleaning up the house, she plopped onto the couch, tired out.

Greg hastily ordered the servants to serve the meal, after which Abigail glanced toward the children's rooms, then said in a low voice, "Come out and eat."

Arianna went to the bathroom obediently, but Alissa lingered behind.

"What's up?"

Abigail was still a little annoyed when she saw Alissa.

How ruthless can this child be? How can she throw something so personal on my head? What's up with her?

Without budging, Alissa bit her lip as she stayed silent.

Abigail frowned a little. "What's going on? I won't spank you, so just come on out."

Arianna emerged after washing her hands, and when she heard Abigail talking, she said calmly, "Mommy, Allie pooped her pants."

"What!"

Abigail instantly frowned harder.

Alissa hastily explained, "It's not my fault. I was going to poop in the toilet, but you suddenly barged in and interrupted me, then you started chasing me, so I couldn't hold it in."

Her voice grew softer as she spoke, then in the end, she could only look at Abigail pitifully, as if she were about to burst into tears.

Greg hastily walked over and said in a gentle voice, "It's fine. She's only a child, so it's normal for her to poop her pants. Come here, darling. Daddy will help you with that. Let's go to the toilet."

Seeing Greg volunteer himself, Abigail said nonchalantly, "Change her pants and help her clean up, then handwash the soiled pants yourself"

"Handwash?"

Greg froze in an instant.

"Of course. I always handwash Allie's and Aria's underwear. There are germs in the washing machine, you know."

With Abigail's words so full of authority, what else could Greg say in return?

He submissively took Alissa to the bathroom, then Abigail never saw Greg again throughout dinner.

Greg was so choked with the smell that he couldn't eat anything that night.

A gleeful smile secretly crept onto Abigail's lips.

Take that!

That's what you get for giving me roses!

Hmph!

Have fun with that.

Of course, Greg didn't know what Abigail was thinking. After cleaning up both Alissa and her pants, he felt like he couldn't stomach anything.

Still, he couldn't show his disdain, or the children would feel hurt.

Alissa kept popping her head in and asking, "Daddy, aren't you having dinner today?"

"I'm on a diet."

Greg's smile was sincere, but he was crumbling apart inside.

Arianna crossed her arms as she stood there and looked at Greg. She said in a low voice, "Daddy, was it so smelly that you can't eat anything anymore?"

"No, of course not."

Greg hastily voiced his standing.

Arianna said slowly, "Yeah, didn't think so. Mommy has been taking care of the dirty stuff ever since we were born. We're four years old now, but we never saw Mommy saying no to food just because of that."

Greg felt small and weak in comparison, but then he sent a thoughtful gaze at Abigail, who was putting on ointment in the living room.

What's it like for a woman to raise two children all on her own?

He couldn't imagine that at all. His assistant had reported to him everything Abigail did these few years, but Greg thought that those cold numbers and reports couldn't express the hardships Abigail went through.

He was really thankful to Abigail, and he also wanted to give her a better environment to live in. However, Abigail was doing quite well these days, so there really wasn't anything he could help with.

Agh, I feel so defeated!

Greg suddenly didn't think the smell was that terrible anymore.

He walked out of his room and sat down next to Abigail.

"Let me help."

Abigail looked at him with disdain.

"Have you washed your hands? I really don't want you to apply ointment on me, since you smell like that."

Greg's pride was severely wounded.

"You're going overboard, Abigail, you know that?"

"No."

Abigail shut the medicine kit and looked at him. "I'm going home now. Take care of the children."

With that, she left cold-heartedly, and Greg felt as if he were abandoned.

After getting back home, Abigail received a call from her assistant, Amy.

"Dr. Kain, Mr. Milburn has already asked Emma, but she didn't agree to the operation. Mr. Milburn might make a move next."

"Okay, got it. Don't worry about it. My reputation isn't so easily harmed by ordinary people. Also, I wasn't the one who agreed to the operation, so we're not involved at all. Just stand by and watch."

Abigail didn't care what happened to Emma at all.

She had tried to take advantage of me, so she should bear the consequences, right?

After ending the call, Abigail lay on the bed, still feeling a little itchy on the face.

For some reason, she felt that her bed was especially large today, and she felt terribly lonely.

Abigail couldn't go to sleep, pondering if she should fetch her children from Greg's place. At least the house wouldn't feel so desolate then.

As Abigail was planning to do just that, her phone rang. With a glance, she realized that it was a call from Stanley, causing her to tense up immediately.

"Uncle Stanley." Abigail swiped to answer the call.

Stanley sounded a little excited. "Abbie, I think I found clues about your mother."

Abigail was instantly exhilarated. "Where?" Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'm not too sure where exactly, but I know she's somewhere in Seaferon. Someone spotted her there."

Abigail was overjoyed at Stanley's words. "I'll get someone to look for her."

"It's not easy searching for her without any photos, but you can try asking someone from the upper class to look into it. They said your mother was driving a luxurious car when she was spotted. We don't have any other clues at this point."

"That's more than enough, Uncle Stanley. Thank you so much."

After hanging up, Abigail couldn't contain her excitement.

Finally, we have news about Mom! It's been so many years. Am I finally going to find her soon?

Also, she could understand from Stanley's words that her mother was still alive, and this was excellent news for Abigail.

Seaferon was Hugh's territory. Also, since Hugh was in the gray area, he had an advantage in investigating and looking for people.

Afterward, she hastily took out her phone and gave Hugh a call. Hugh was moved when he noticed an incoming call from Abigail.

"Abbie, you're looking for me?"

"Where are you? I'll go meet you."

Hugh was overjoyed when he heard that Abigail was going to see him.

"Straqium Embankment. You can come over. I'm in room 608."

"Okay."

After hanging up, Abigail hastily got out of bed and changed into some casual clothes. Then, she started the car and drove away.

Greg had just put the two children to sleep, and he was about to light a cigarette in front of the French windows when he saw Abigail leave in her car.

He glanced at the time.

It's half past nine! Why is Abigail going out at this hour? Does she have an operation?

But he remembered telling Abigail to rest up for the time being. Also, her face still had that allergic reaction, so with her personality, she would've refused any operations.

Greg suddenly felt as if something was gnawing at his heart, and it felt especially terrible.

He took out his phone, intending to call Abigail and ask her about it, but he felt like he wasn't in the position to ask.

As he continued to hesitate, the frown on his face only deepened.

Abigail had no clue about Greg's entangled thoughts as she sped all the way to Straqium Embankment. Soon, she arrived in room 608.

As soon as she opened the door to the private room, Hugh immediately sat straight up.

"Abbie, you're actually here!"

And in such a short time, too!

Hugh's heart began to beat wildly in anticipation.

"Are you here for something?"

Abigail rarely visited him at night, so seeing how she came over so hurriedly, with sweat on her forehead, Hugh couldn't help but offer her some wine.

"I'm recovering, so I can't drink."

Abigail outright refused before a hint of loneliness flashed across the depths of Hugh's eyes.

"So you're here for something?"

"Yes, I need your help."

As Abigail spoke, she sat down next to Hugh.

She had just showered, and she hadn't had time to dry her hair. The faint smell of her shampoo mixed in with the fragrance of her body filled Hugh's nostrils. He suddenly felt thirsty.