Chapter 23
Chapter 23
"Uncle Greg?"
Jonathan looked at the figure who was standing at the table next to them, utterly surprised. He was shocked, but he didn't let go of Abigail's wrist. Meanwhile, Abigail was also slightly taken aback at the beginning. Isn't this man accompanying Alissa at home? How did he appear here?
She suddenly thought of something, and her eyes darkened a little.
"Did you follow me here?"
"Is this your home? Why can you be here, but I can't? You guys are the ones who sat next to me, so how dare you blame me?" Greg was particularly upset when he saw Abigail's angry look.
I followed her? How would that be possible?!
Even if he did so, he would never admit it.
Upon seeing Greg's stubborn appearance, Abigail really wanted to beat him up.
"Greg, you are so shameless!"
"I think you're enjoying it, though. Am I wrong? He's holding onto you very comfortably, and are you reluctant to let go? However, I want to remind you that Jonathan is now Emma's man, and she's your sister. If you are intimate with him in public like this, aren't you afraid of being seen by others?"
Greg sneered coldly, but the fire in his eyes was burning into Jonathan's hand.
Jonathan quickly let go of Abigail's hand before he said with perplexity, "Uncle Greg, my relationship with Emma isn't what you think it is."
"Oh? What is it then? I heard from your mother that you guys are about to be engaged. What, now? Did your mother lie to me?"
If this were a normal situation, Greg could not be bothered to care about these things. However, he felt very uncomfortable that Jonathan and Abigail were standing together for some reason, especially when Jonathan was holding Abigail's wrist. At that moment, he wanted to break the guy's hand.
Jonathan's expression suddenly became embarrassed.
Abigail sneered slightly and said to Jonathan, "Congratulations, Young Master Jonathan. I wish you a happy, lasting marriage that will bless you with many children."
After speaking, Abigail turned around and left.
"Abigail!"
"Do you want me to call Emma?"
Seeing that Jonathan was going to chase after Abigail, Greg opened his mouth slowly and threatened Jonathan. Meanwhile, the latter glanced at him. Although Greg was only two years older than him, he was afraid of his uncle.
"Uncle Greg, Abigail and I—"
"She's already said it. The past is the past, so you'd better forget it."
After speaking, Greg left and followed Abigail promptly.
"Don't follow me!" Abigail felt very uneasy. In fact, she felt even worse when Jonathan held her wrist, for it seemed like there were many small bugs crawling all over her hand.
She knew that it was her own psychological fear. After five years of practicing medicine and surgery, she had become a bit of a clean freak. She didn't like being touched by strangers, especially those related to Emma.
Based on Emma's character, wouldn't she have had sex with Jonathan over the past five years since they were together? The thought of Emma on Jonathan's body made Abigail feel sick, and she even felt like vomiting.
Thus, she walked toward the hospital quickly, her footsteps getting faster and faster.
Greg felt that Abigail was a little bizarre. Although she was a little cold toward Jonathan just now, she didn't avoid him like what she was doing right now, right? Did this woman not like seeing him so much?
This thought made Greg's eyes darken suddenly. Before he could say anything, he saw Abigail sneak into a surgery room. Then, she grabbed the disinfectant to clean the part of her wrist where Jonathan had held onto earlier.
Greg's anger suddenly disappeared because of this action, and he was even a little relieved.
This woman is quite discerning.
Abigail cleaned her wrist three times before she felt better. When she suddenly raised her head, she saw Greg leaning against the door of the surgery room while looking at her with his arms wrapped around his chest. He had a smile on his face, and it made him look particularly annoying.
"Are you in need of something?"
"Yes, I am."
Greg nodded and decided not to be bothered about this woman's arrogance for the time being.
"If you have something to say, say it. If you have nothing to say, get out."
Abigail was in a very bad mood now, especially after knowing the relationship between Greg and Jonathan. Now, this man was still hanging around in front of her. He's so infuriating!
Greg's calmed mood was all riled up again.
"If you dare to say that again—"
"So what?"
Abigail held her neck high. She looked stubborn, and it made Greg's adrenaline rush upward. He suddenly lowered his head, grabbed the back of Abigail's head, and kissed her directly.
"Uh…"
Abigail was stunned for a moment, and she subconsciously started looking for her scalpel. However, Greg seemed to understand her thoughts and pinned her hands behind her back with one hand.
As she struggled, Abigail tried to shove him away with her body, but Greg was too cunning and stepped back together with her while avoiding her shove. He thought there was a wall behind him, but in fact, it was the door to the surgery room. The door swung open with a bang, and Greg was about to fall to the ground. He turned around and pushed Abigail against the wall of the corridor, but his mouth never let go of hers.
Abigail felt that the air in her chest had been sucked away by this hateful man. She wanted to breathe, but it gave Greg more opportunities to invade her mouth then. She didn't realize anything until a whistle sounded around her. She struggled violently, but in the end, she had no choice but to open her mouth and bite down on Greg.
"Ow—"
Greg didn't react in time and was immediately attacked. The pain caused him to let go of Abigail quickly.
"Are you a dog?"
"Are you a piece of sh*t?" Abigail retorted angrily, but because of the fierce battle just now, her body was a little weak, and her cheeks were red.
Greg's face darkened upon hearing her words. How uncouth!
Jonathan, who had come from behind, witnessed this entire scene with his own eyes, and he was in utter shock.
"Abigail, you and my uncle are really..."
Abigail paused all of a sudden, and when she turned around, she saw Jonathan's expression that looked like he had been cheated upon. She couldn't help but feel a little amused, and she didn't even have the urge to explain to him anymore.
He had nothing to do with whom she wanted to be with.
Thus, she just glanced at him nonchalantly before she turned around and left.
Greg was very satisfied with her attitude. He glanced at Jonathan coldly and said lightly, "She's not someone you should concern yourself with, you know?"
"Why? Do you like her?" Jonathan mustered up the courage to refute.
At that, Greg frowned slightly.
Do I like her? How could it be? I'm not a masochist. I'm doing it all for my daughter, okay?
Greg explained it to himself like this before he spoke to Jonathan. "I don't need you to worry about whether I like her or not. As long as I want to concern myself about her, I can't tolerate others around her. You'd better remember this." Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.
After that, he followed Abigail to the surveillance room.
When Abigail saw Greg following her, she did not hide her intentions either. She wanted to check the hospital's surveillance, but the security guard was a little hesitant. When she saw Greg coming in, Abigail quickly got up.
"Mr. Buckley."
"Bring up the surveillance videos of the laboratory," Greg said lightly.
Hence, the security guard immediately complied. Abigail was a little annoyed, but she had to admit that Greg was the boss here. She subconsciously gave way to the side, whereas Greg leaned over at once.
The distance between the two suddenly became smaller, and Greg's familiar smell rushed into Abigail's nose. She remembered the scene just now, and only after realizing that she had been taken advantage of by Greg, she glanced at him while he watched the surveillance footage seriously. On the other hand, she clenched her fists silently.
"Zoom in here." Greg spoke suddenly.
Abigail looked over and saw that Jonathan had entered the laboratory at the top of the video. He said something to the doctor before replacing Greg's sample with his other hand. His movements were fast, and Greg had to slow down eight times to see clearly. When he saw that, his eyes narrowed suddenly.
Although she had guessed it for a long time, she was still very angry when she saw this scene.
What is Jonathan doing?
Meanwhile, Greg's eyes flashed with anger before he called the Fraser Family at once.
"Victoria, the batch of goods that your family recently imported can't come through."
"Why is that so?"
Victoria was stunned.
"It's because I'm upset. Victoria, if you want to know the reason, why don't you ask your son?"
After speaking, Greg hung up the phone and gave Troy an order. "Detain the Fraser Family's batch of goods at the customs for me, and no one is allowed to release it without my permission."
Troy was stunned. "But Mr. Buckley, the Fraser Family's goods are fruit."
"Do you not understand my instructions?"
Troy's heart trembled suddenly when he realized that Greg was very angry.
"Very well." He hurriedly hung up the phone.
When Greg turned his head again, Abigail was gone. He didn't search for her, for she wouldn't run away if Alissa was here. Hence, he turned around and went to the ward to visit his mother, but he didn't expect Abigail to be there.
At this time, she was wearing a sterile outfit and was carefully examining Valerie's body. Greg felt that her serious expression was pleasing to the eye.
Although Valerie was still not awake, her situation was much more stable.
"Observe her breathing more. If it is stable, she can be transferred out of the intensive care unit before 8.00AM tomorrow. If the patient wakes up during this period, don't give her water; just wet her lips with a cotton swab. Care will be normal for other areas." After Abigail finished checking on the patient, she gave the nurse some orders.
The nurse nodded, and Abigail walked out of the ICU. She saw Greg, but she ignored him and walked directly past him.
"How is my mother?" Greg asked quickly.
"She's fine, and she should wake up before 8.00AM tomorrow. Please credit my account for the cost of this surgery. Thank you."
After Abigail finished speaking, she hung up the sterile outfit and walked out.
Greg smiled slightly at her. Instead of chasing Abigail, he looked at Valerie instead. The old lady's condition was indeed much better than before.
He stayed for a while before getting up and leaving. When he came to the underground parking lot, his brows suddenly furrowed.
All four tires of the car were deflated, and the car's body was sprayed with bright red writing that read, 'I'm hungry and need to be comforted.'
These large words hurt Greg's eyes, and he felt his anger surging again.
Who? Who has the audacity to touch my car?