Not One, But Two!

Chapter 260

With a dull plop, the dagger pierced skin, and a warm liquid instantly splattered out.

Everything happened so fast that Abigail was a little stunned. She never thought that Emma would move in front of

her, and in that dumbfounded instant, her movements were dulled, and Emma was stabbed.

Abigail felt as if something had crashed within her heart.

Her eyes turned slightly red as she immediately held Emma, kicking Sasha's wrist with a leg so that the woman was

sent flying into the distance.

"Call the ambulance! Someone's hurt!"

It was Emma's first time seeing Abigail panic like that.

There was so much blood flowing out of Emma's chest.

Emma was still stunned, and she could barely react.

Why would my own mother want to murder Abigail?

Didn't she leave?

It was after that when she felt pain.

Emma gripped Abigail's hand tightly. She wanted to cry, but she remembered that Abigail didn't like seeing her cry.

She could only hold it in as she said in a pleading voice, "Don't get angry, Abigail. This has nothing to do with me, I

swear."

She feared that Abigail would misunderstand her, so she hastily explained.

No one knew how much she wished that Abigail would acknowledge her.

Of course, Abigail knew that Emma wasn't involved. They had been training in a closed area these few days, so

Emma wouldn't have the chance at all. Moreover, she didn't believe that Emma was the sort of person who would

threaten someone with their life.

The woman was in a bad situation right now. Even when Abigail applied great pressure on the wound, the blood still

poured forth like a fountain.

She had been a doctor for many years, so she was already used to blood. However, at this moment, the blood

seemed a little too much for her.

"Don't talk! I'm not suspecting you."

The incident quickly roused screams from the crowd, and Greg hurried over almost immediately. He was startled

when he saw Abigail's and Emma's situation, but he still swiftly ordered people to lock down the venue and grab

hold of Sasha.

Now, Sasha was completely bewildered.

Why would my beloved daughter step in for that wretched Abigail?

What sorts of spells did she cast on Emma?

As Sasha watched the daughter whom she had painstakingly brought up bleeding profusely, she wanted to crawl

over to Emma, but Greg stepped viciously on her chest. A bloody sensation immediately rushed up to her senses.

Greg didn't dare imagine what Abigail would be like right now if Emma hadn't blocked the way.

There were many people there, so even if Abigail had the skills, she wouldn't be able to do anything. Even though

she wouldn't suffer an injury as grave as Emma's, she would still be hurt.

At the thought of someone possibly hurting Abigail, Greg couldn't suppress all the anger and hatred inside him.

"Take her away and make sure she gets the treatment. Then, hand her over to the police."

With an order from Greg, someone took Sasha away. Her fate was sealed.

Meanwhile, Sasha couldn't think of anything else right now. She just wanted to know how Emma was doing. Emma

was her only daughter, but no matter how much she shouted, she didn't even spare her a glance. In fact, the

woman was wholly focused on Abigail.

"Abigail, I'm so sorry."

Emma could feel her life draining out of her, and she suddenly recognized something as her tears streamed

uncontrollably down her face.

"Don't talk."

Abigail's heart was suffering so much that she felt as if something was weighing on her chest, but she couldn't

move it away.

Seeing her harsh attitude, Emma said pitifully, "If I don't talk, I might never have another chance, though."

"No, I'm here. You won't die."

This was Abigail's first time saying something with such a lack of confidence. She hoped that the ambulance would

come quickly, for the procedures she was carrying out right now weren't enough to save Emma's life.

Abigail went red in the eyes, and a warm liquid also filled her eyes.

She then shouted, "Are you stupid? Don't you know to avoid any blades aimed at you? Emma, let me tell you this—

don't think I'll forgive you just for this. Don't you remember how cruel you were to me? Ever since young, you would

snatch everything I liked, and I even became your scapegoat countless times. How many times have you plotted

against me? If you want to pay back just this once, you'd better stop dreaming. This world isn't so kind."

Abigail didn't want to say those words, but she couldn't help it.

It turned out that she still harbored hatred.

Not caring about revenge was one thing, but the sorrow and injustice were real. She just didn't want those people

plotting against her to know.

But now, she could no longer suppress these emotions, so she could only blabber on.

When Emma heard Abigail say those words, she sobbed even louder.

"I'm sorry, I really regret everything I've done. It was my fault in the past, and I don't dare to hope for your

forgiveness. I just thought that if I could put effort into one thing and achieve amazing results in a field like you,

perhaps I can stand proudly by your side and tell you that I am your sister."

She continued, "Abigail, I've been comparing myself to you ever since we were young, and I feel inferior in every

way. You're prettier and smarter than me, and I envied you so much. However, I know I was wrong now. I really

want to be on good terms with you. Abigail, I really enjoyed staying by your side these few days. Even though you

were harsh and regarded me with disdain, I know that you're good to me. You've been sincerely good to me."

Emma's voice was getting weaker, whereas Abigail's heart bunched up with emotion.

"If you know I've been good to you, then you should hang on. The ambulance will be here soon. Let me tell you this,

Emma—if you can't hold on and eventually die, I will never acknowledge you as my sister."

Abigail's tears finally fell.

Love and hatred had turned insignificant in the face of death. This person was her cousin, and it didn't matter if she

was willing to admit it, for they had the Kain blood running in their veins.

They were family!

After getting plotted against and betrayed by her relatives, she no longer had any high hopes for her family. Even

when she saved Emma, she did it out of obligation toward Philip. However, when death was upon them, Emma

blocked the blade with her life. Abigail knew that she would never forget this woman all her life.

When Emma heard Abigail call her 'sister', she couldn't help but lift the corners of her mouth and smiled.

This was her first time thinking that her smile looked pretty, and it wasn't inferior to Abigail's.

"Abigail, I'm feeling sleepy."

Emma's voice turned ever weaker.

Abigail was choking.

"Don't you dare sleep! Emma, if you sleep, I'll—"

Before she finished her threat, Emma's arm fell limp.

The joyful smile remained on her lips, but her breaths were gone.

Sasha would stop at nothing to put Abigail to death, so she wasn't merciful at all when she stabbed with the dagger.

There was no way of recovering from that injury to the chest.

The ambulance finally arrived, but Emma was long gone.

Abigail felt as if someone had gripped her heart and torn it to pieces, then smashed it time and again. The pain ran

deep.

"I'm not good to you at all, so why did you run over to protect me? Are you stupid? Emma, you've never been smart

your whole life! Can't you be evil to the end so that I can hate you and your guts forever? We're sworn enemies,

and we won't have to care if the other died. What are you doing? You died and turned it into a debt I owe you.

Emma, what are you getting at? You knew I'd soften my heart, didn't you? Get up right now! Get up!"

Abigail's emotions were in shambles.

Emma was someone she thought she wouldn't care about, and she was someone that didn't matter to her. But in

the end, Emma left the stage of life in such a dramatic manner.

When Greg saw Abigail like this, he couldn't help the pain and sorrow in his heart. Even though he was grateful to

Emma for saving Abigail, she had caused her such grief as well, so he didn't know what to think of it.

"Abigail. Let the doctor take her away."

Regardless if Emma were alive or not, it wouldn't do for her to stay here.

Abigail understood as well. She nodded and let the doctor move Emma into the car.

When Abigail recalled the time she had spent with Emma, the one thing she remembered the most was Emma's

innocent and kind behavior at the beginning.

Emma would follow her and keep calling her name, offering her own food to Abigail so that she could earn the

latter's love.

She then remembered how Emma was bullied as she protected Abigail in kindergarten. Someone had pulled her

hair, and Emma bit the person's hand like a little puppy. She looked so angry like a wolf pup that was protecting its

food.

Someone had asked her back then; since she was on bad terms with Abigail, weren't they teaching Abigail a lesson

in her stead?

Emma said that no matter how bad their relationship was, Abigail was still a Kain, and outsiders shouldn't interfere.

Emma was the one who told her those words at first.

Because of that, Abigail didn't care much about Emma straying further from the path, and despite her disdain, she

even took Emma in after the Kains went bankrupt.

In actuality, both Abigail and Emma were lonely and hoped for the companionship of family. However, their

circumstances had placed distance and walls between them today.

With her death, Emma had compensated for everything she did with her life. However, there was no joy to be

found in this manner, only heavy grief. The salty tears streamed subconsciously down Abigail's face, but she

couldn't stop them at all.

Greg led Abigail into the car as they followed the ambulance to the hospital.

Now, Abigail was Emma's only family, so she naturally had to take care of the procedures.

Abigail watched as the white cloth was draped over Emma. When Emma's body was pushed into the mortuary, the

other woman's heart was in deep sorrow.

Just then, there was news from City Hospital that Philip had escaped. They wanted to come over and ask some

questions so that they could single out the suspect who had helped Philip get away.

Abigail had already anticipated this, but because of Emma's death, her attitude was a little cold.

"How would we have the time to help him escape? Can't you see that my sister just died? It's a huge assassination

scene; do you think we had time to help Philip escape?"

Her questions stumped the police, for they only received news of Emma's death after they arrived.

Abigail seemed to not have taken notice of their awkwardness and helplessness as she said coldly, "If you find

Philip, tell him that his daughter is dead! The moment he escaped, his only daughter also died! Ask him if it hurts!"