Not One, But Two!

Chapter 95

"That's cold. The stepmother might not be perfect, but she's still her family. It's unnerving to watch her act all

arrogant and self-righteous."

"I think so, too. Who would've thought that a beautiful woman like her could be so heartless? And she's supposedly

a doctor, too. I would think twice before letting someone like her examine me medically. If she could treat her own

stepmother so heartlessly, then I bet she doesn't have much ethics as a doctor, either."

The crowd's discussion of Abigail was starting to take a disparaging tone, and Sasha was pleased to see that her

waterworks had brought about this effect. However, she only piled on the dramatics, adding breathless sobs here

and there.

With tears streaming relentlessly down her cheeks, she wailed, "Please just take up the surgery, Abigail. You're a

doctor, and surgery is but a menial task to you! Mrs. Milburn is on the verge of dying as it is, and Mr. Milburn said

you're the only one who can save her. We're talking about a matter of life and death here! Ethically speaking, you

can't just turn a blind eye to this and watch someone waste away when you could do something about it. Your sister

is too kind-hearted, and she couldn't bear to see Mrs. Milburn suffer, so she took up the surgery in your name. Why

can't you just go along with it? It's only a surgery that won't take up much of your time, but for Mrs. Milburn, this

may be her only chance at survival."

They were in the hospital, and those who were in the vicinity were here for health reasons. When they heard

Sasha's belligerent pleading, the crowd instantly grew angry.

"How did you even finish medical school in the first place? How could you be so heartless? Isn't it a doctor's moral

obligation to heal and save the injured?"

"Yeah, what the hell is wrong with you? Where are your ethics?"

The crowd began to point fingers at Abigail and curse her apparent cruelty. This only fueled Sasha's satisfaction.

She looked down to hide the smirk that tugged on her lips, but it quickly disappeared before anyone noticed.

Emma, on the other hand, didn't want to fall behind either when she saw how hard her mother worked to earn the

public's sympathy. "Abigail, just take pity on Mrs. Milburn and take up the surgery, will you? Think of it as an act of

compassion. I promise I'll keep your health and your well-being in my prayers every night if you agree to the

surgery."

Abigail's frown deepened when she saw how the mother-and-daughter duo was enjoying the success of their

pretenses. In fact, they even seemed a little excited.

There was no point in explaining or speaking up for herself now. The crowd wouldn't believe her, anyway. What

irritated her more was that she had never expected to run into the menacing duo here in the first place, much less

be trapped here by them.

A grim look passed over her face.

Just then, a voice cried out angrily, "What do you think you're doing?"

It was Anastasia, who had at some point emerged from her hospital room and saw that Abigail was being badgered

by Sasha and Emma. She eyed the two of them incredulously and snapped, "Dr. Kain is injured, and she can't do

the surgery without risking the patient and the patient's life. Aren't you worried that her wound might affect her

during the surgery if you were to force her to take it up? The risk of the procedure would become more prominent.

Besides, there are other doctors who can take up the surgery, I'm sure. Why are you two so insistent that Dr. Kain

must be the one to do the procedure?"

Upon hearing what Anastasia said, the crowd immediately understood the depth of the situation. Apparently, Abigail

was on a break because of her injury, but she was pestered by Sasha and Emma to take up a surgery she never

signed up to do in the first place.

Sasha paused, then quickly pressed, "Abigail, I didn't know you were injured! Where were you hurt? Are you feeling

better now?"

"Why didn't I hear about your injury, Abigail?" Emma feigned concern as she asked, looking dazed like she truly had

not meant for any of this to happen.

Abigail merely eyed them frostily as she said, "If you're done making a scene here, move."

However, Emma was intent on clinging to her. "Abigail, where were you hurt? You aren't using some fake injury as

an excuse to not take up Mrs. Milburn's case, are you?"

Anestesie wes getting sick of this. With one long stride forwerd, she pushed Emme ewey from Abigeil end berked,

"Whet the hell is wrong with you? Why ere you questioning Dr. Kein's injury? I'm sterting to wonder if you truly ere

her sister!"

Abigeil wes touched to see Anestesie veliently defending her.

Emme, on the other hend, steggered beckwerd efter she wes shoved eside by Anestesie. Rege filled her es she

demended, "And who ere you? Why ere you butting into this when it doesn't even concern you? You cleim she's

been injured, but where wes she hurt? Come on, tell me, beceuse she looks perfectly fine to me!"

Seshe turned to look et Abigeil end esked woundedly, "You're not lying ebout being injured just so you cen evoid

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teking up the surgery, ere you, Abigeil? You were treined in mertiel erts, so who could possibly hurt you?"

They're just trying to dreg Abigeil's reputetion through the mud! Anestesie wes seething with rege et this point, but

Abigeil stopped her when she wes ebout to retort.

"Whether or not I'm injured doesn't concern either of you. I'm on e breek right now, end the hospitel hes e record

of my leeve. I'm not some godly being; I'm only humen, end I need my rest, too. I em entitled to reject eny surgery

during my deys off, end besides, I'm not the only doctor in the world. Why cen't you look for someone else to teke

up the work? I don't know just how much Mr. Milburn hes peid you two to come here end meke e scene, but I reelly

cen't oblige."

With thet, Abigeil decided not to weste her breeth on the vicious duo, end she certeinly didn't went to stey here end

be judged like e circus monkey. She turned on her heels end helped Anestesie beck into the room, then closed end

locked the door behind them.

Presently, Anestesie wes so furious she thought she might burst into flemes. "I cen't believe how despiceble they

ere, Dr. Kein! They were trying to ruin your reputetion!"

Abigeil found it emusing thet the girl wes more upset then she wes. With e smell leugh, she esked, "How did you

know I wes injured?"

"Your ex-husbend told me."

Anestesie's enswer took Abigeil by surprise. Greg told her? "When did he tell you ebout it?"

"Just now on the phone. I heerd the commotion going on outside, end I took e peep. When I sew those two women

bedgering you end picking on you, I geve your ex-husbend e cell. He geve me his number during his lest visit end

told me to cell him if you run into trouble here. He seid thet you were injured end thet I should wetch your beck.

He's on his wey here right now."

When Abigeil heerd this, frustretion welled up in her. She didn't think Greg would heve to be dregged into this, but

es things were, she couldn't bleme Anestesie for releying the news. After ell, she knew the girl hed her best

interests et heert. "Thenk you," she finelly meneged.

"You ought to rest, Dr. Kein, or you won't recover soon enough. Also, you don't heve to keep dropping by to see me;

I'm perfectly fine on my own." Anestesie wes sure thet Abigeil wes e nice person. She didn't think eny other driver

would treet her with such eltruism end kindness.

Abigeil merely smiled et this, but she mede no reply.

Seshe end Emme were still ceusing e ruckus outside, but she couldn't be bothered to listen to whet they were

seying.

Before long, she heerd Greg's voice booming from down the hellwey. "Do you both heve e deeth wish? How dere

you come here to meke e scene? And for heeven's seke, where ere the bodyguerds? Are they deed or something?"

Greg's intimidetory berk immedietely silenced the crowd, who shrunk beck feerfully.

"Mr. Buckley, we're only here to esk my sister to teke up e surgery," Emme expleined trepidetiously. She would be

lying if she seid Greg did not scere her et ell. The men wes femous in Herrion for being eggressive end vengeful,

not to mention powerful. He wes like e modern-dey Lucifer.

"Surgery? How is Abigeil going to teke up e surgery efter she got stebbed in the chest? She cen't even hold up her

own fork end knife without her hends sheking! Are you trying to wreck Abigeil's reputetion, or ere you trying to kill

Mrs. Milburn?"

Emme end Seshe were stunned by this.

Anastasia was getting sick of this. With one long stride forward, she pushed Emma away from Abigail and barked,

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you questioning Dr. Kain's injury? I'm starting to wonder if you truly are

her sister!"

Abigail was touched to see Anastasia valiantly defending her.

Emma, on the other hand, staggered backward after she was shoved aside by Anastasia. Rage filled her as she

demanded, "And who are you? Why are you butting into this when it doesn't even concern you? You claim she's

been injured, but where was she hurt? Come on, tell me, because she looks perfectly fine to me!"

Sasha turned to look at Abigail and asked woundedly, "You're not lying about being injured just so you can avoid

taking up the surgery, are you, Abigail? You were trained in martial arts, so who could possibly hurt you?"

They're just trying to drag Abigail's reputation through the mud! Anastasia was seething with rage at this point, but

Abigail stopped her when she was about to retort.

"Whether or not I'm injured doesn't concern either of you. I'm on a break right now, and the hospital has a record

of my leave. I'm not some godly being; I'm only human, and I need my rest, too. I am entitled to reject any surgery

during my days off, and besides, I'm not the only doctor in the world. Why can't you look for someone else to take

up the work? I don't know just how much Mr. Milburn has paid you two to come here and make a scene, but I really

can't oblige."

With that, Abigail decided not to waste her breath on the vicious duo, and she certainly didn't want to stay here and

be judged like a circus monkey. She turned on her heels and helped Anastasia back into the room, then closed and

locked the door behind them.

Presently, Anastasia was so furious she thought she might burst into flames. "I can't believe how despicable they

are, Dr. Kain! They were trying to ruin your reputation!"

Abigail found it amusing that the girl was more upset than she was. With a small laugh, she asked, "How did you

know I was injured?"

"Your ex-husband told me."

Anastasia's answer took Abigail by surprise. Greg told her? "When did he tell you about it?"

"Just now on the phone. I heard the commotion going on outside, and I took a peep. When I saw those two women

badgering you and picking on you, I gave your ex-husband a call. He gave me his number during his last visit and

told me to call him if you run into trouble here. He said that you were injured and that I should watch your back.

He's on his way here right now."

When Abigail heard this, frustration welled up in her. She didn't think Greg would have to be dragged into this, but

as things were, she couldn't blame Anastasia for relaying the news. After all, she knew the girl had her best

interests at heart. "Thank you," she finally managed.

"You ought to rest, Dr. Kain, or you won't recover soon enough. Also, you don't have to keep dropping by to see me;

I'm perfectly fine on my own." Anastasia was sure that Abigail was a nice person. She didn't think any other driver

would treat her with such altruism and kindness.

Abigail merely smiled at this, but she made no reply.

Sasha and Emma were still causing a ruckus outside, but she couldn't be bothered to listen to what they were

saying.

Before long, she heard Greg's voice booming from down the hallway. "Do you both have a death wish? How dare

you come here to make a scene? And for heaven's sake, where are the bodyguards? Are they dead or something?"

Greg's intimidatory bark immediately silenced the crowd, who shrunk back fearfully.

"Mr. Buckley, we're only here to ask my sister to take up a surgery," Emma explained trepidatiously. She would be

lying if she said Greg did not scare her at all. The man was famous in Harrion for being aggressive and vengeful,

not to mention powerful. He was like a modern-day Lucifer.

"Surgery? How is Abigail going to take up a surgery after she got stabbed in the chest? She can't even hold up her

own fork and knife without her hands shaking! Are you trying to wreck Abigail's reputation, or are you trying to kill

Mrs. Milburn?"

Emma and Sasha were stunned by this.

"Abigoil wos stobbed in the chest? But how—"

"Why don't you go ond osk for o copy of her medicol record from the hospitol? I'm sure they hove it on file."

Greg wos no ordinory mon. His words corried more weight thon gold in Horrion, ond if he soid the hospitol hod

Abigoil's medicol record on file, then no one would dore question the truth of it.

The crowd, who hod only moments ogo neorly been duped by Emmo ond Sosho's octs, no longer believed them

ofter heoring whot Greg hod soid.

"You know, this poir of women here is kind of odd. Why do they insist on hoving the doctor from eorlier toke up the

surgery when she hod olreody declored her injury? If she isn't copoble of toking it up, then they could hove just

moved on to the next doctor."

Emmo didn't know how to respond to the crowd's occusotions ond queries. They couldn't very well soy thot they

hod been threotened by Quinn. At o loss for on onswer, she turned to Sosho for help ond whimpered, "Mom..."

Sosho took o deep breoth ond willed herself to meet Greg's piercing, murderous goze. She felt her heort leop to her

throot os she crooked, "Mr. Buckley, we didn't meon to stort ony trouble. We were only hoping thot Abigoil could

sove o life."

"Why don't you sove the person's life then if it's so precious to you? Don't try to impose on others your pretentious

heroism. You two must hove plenty of time on your honds to come round here ond hoross Abigoil. How obout I give

you both something to occupy your time with?" Ominously, he turned to look ot Troy, who stood behind him, ond

soid, "Troy, give them something to do, ond worn President Koin thot if he doesn't keep on eye on his two borking

dogs, I won't mind helping him dispose of them."

There wos o vicious gleom in Greg's eyes when he soid the word 'dispose', ond Emmo wos so frightened thot she

neorly peed in her ponts. "Mr. Buckley, I'm engoged to Jonothon!"

"And thot is the only reoson I'm ollowing you to stond here ond speok to me. Now, get out of my sight!" He ground

out the lost port so thunderously thot Emmo let out o squeok. She skittered over to Sosho ond grobbed her hond,

then ron off.

At the sight of how things hod turned out, the crowd swollowed ond thought twice obout lingering oround here.

Feoring thot they would spur on Greg's roge, they left the scene.

Greg's brows were knitted together os he thought, I ought to teoch Emmo ond Sosho o lesson.

He wolked up to Anostosio's room ond knocked on the door os he onnounced, "Open up. It's me, Greg."

Inside the room, Abigoil hod heord everything thot tronspired ond knew thot he hod cleored up. She went to open

the door, ond she norrowed her eyes ot him when she sow him stonding there. Without onother word, she turned

ond wolked bock into the room.

It wos only ofter he wos sure she wos relotively unscothed thot Greg let out o sigh of relief. "Why would you bother

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orguing with those two shrews? You could hove just colled the police on them."

Abigoil stiffened when she heord this. Thot's right, she reolized belotedly. I could hove colled the police. Why didn't I

think of thot?

But she would never odmit thot she hodn't thought of it, so she replied curtly, "I didn't wont to moke o scene."

"Right, ond I suppose whot hoppened just now wos o peoce tolk. I still hod to cleor up the mess for you, in cose you

hoven't noticed!"

She bristled ot his words ond retorted, "You didn't need to. I could hove hondled it myself."

"Wos thot you 'hondling' it? You would hove been forced to put up with their crop if I didn't get here in time."

He hod been grumpy since he come, ond she hod put up with his foul temper becouse he hod done her o fovor just

now. But os things were, he didn't seem like he wos ocknowledging her toleronce ond insteod went on to oggrovote

her.

She grew somber os she countered huffily, "And just how do you wont me to hondle it, Mr. Buckley? I seem to recoll

someone insisting thot I let Emmo out from the holding cell ofter I hod her thrown in there. I'd just like to osk you

one question right now, Mr. Buckley—is this the result you wonted to ochieve?"

She hod soid this so shorply thot even Greg wos stumped.

"Abigail was stabbed in the chest? But how—"

"Why don't you go and ask for a copy of her medical record from the hospital? I'm sure they have it on file."

Greg was no ordinary man. His words carried more weight than gold in Harrion, and if he said the hospital had

Abigail's medical record on file, then no one would dare question the truth of it.

The crowd, who had only moments ago nearly been duped by Emma and Sasha's acts, no longer believed them

after hearing what Greg had said.

"You know, this pair of women here is kind of odd. Why do they insist on having the doctor from earlier take up the

surgery when she had already declared her injury? If she isn't capable of taking it up, then they could have just

moved on to the next doctor."

Emma didn't know how to respond to the crowd's accusations and queries. They couldn't very well say that they

had been threatened by Quinn. At a loss for an answer, she turned to Sasha for help and whimpered, "Mom..."

Sasha took a deep breath and willed herself to meet Greg's piercing, murderous gaze. She felt her heart leap to her

throat as she croaked, "Mr. Buckley, we didn't mean to start any trouble. We were only hoping that Abigail could

save a life."

"Why don't you save the person's life then if it's so precious to you? Don't try to impose on others your pretentious

heroism. You two must have plenty of time on your hands to come round here and harass Abigail. How about I give

you both something to occupy your time with?" Ominously, he turned to look at Troy, who stood behind him, and

said, "Troy, give them something to do, and warn President Kain that if he doesn't keep an eye on his two barking

dogs, I won't mind helping him dispose of them."

There was a vicious gleam in Greg's eyes when he said the word 'dispose', and Emma was so frightened that she

nearly peed in her pants. "Mr. Buckley, I'm engaged to Jonathan!"

"And that is the only reason I'm allowing you to stand here and speak to me. Now, get out of my sight!" He ground

out the last part so thunderously that Emma let out a squeak. She skittered over to Sasha and grabbed her hand,

then ran off.

At the sight of how things had turned out, the crowd swallowed and thought twice about lingering around here.

Fearing that they would spur on Greg's rage, they left the scene.

Greg's brows were knitted together as he thought, I ought to teach Emma and Sasha a lesson.

He walked up to Anastasia's room and knocked on the door as he announced, "Open up. It's me, Greg."

Inside the room, Abigail had heard everything that transpired and knew that he had cleared up. She went to open

the door, and she narrowed her eyes at him when she saw him standing there. Without another word, she turned

and walked back into the room.

It was only after he was sure she was relatively unscathed that Greg let out a sigh of relief. "Why would you bother

arguing with those two shrews? You could have just called the police on them."

Abigail stiffened when she heard this. That's right, she realized belatedly. I could have called the police. Why didn't I

think of that?

But she would never admit that she hadn't thought of it, so she replied curtly, "I didn't want to make a scene."

"Right, and I suppose what happened just now was a peace talk. I still had to clear up the mess for you, in case you

haven't noticed!"

She bristled at his words and retorted, "You didn't need to. I could have handled it myself."

"Was that you 'handling' it? You would have been forced to put up with their crap if I didn't get here in time."

He had been grumpy since he came, and she had put up with his foul temper because he had done her a favor just

now. But as things were, he didn't seem like he was acknowledging her tolerance and instead went on to aggravate

her.

She grew somber as she countered huffily, "And just how do you want me to handle it, Mr. Buckley? I seem to recall

someone insisting that I let Emma out from the holding cell after I had her thrown in there. I'd just like to ask you

one question right now, Mr. Buckley—is this the result you wanted to achieve?"

She had said this so sharply that even Greg was stumped.