Not One, But Two!

Chapter 224

Abigail had no idea that a simple favor she did would turn Charlotte's life on its head and even breathe new life into Charlotte's future.

When she arrived at Hitman Island with Addison, everything around them was a mess. It was evident that the battle was over.

Abigail felt giddy looking at the destruction where a tall, metal wall once stood.

"Miss Abigail, I see signs of battle here. Unfortunately, we were too late."

Addison reported after scanning their surroundings.

Were they too late?

Abigail hurriedly dashed toward where she used to live.

Greg was here to wipe away any traces of her on this island, so he had to have been to her room.

However, she had run so fast that her injury loudly protested. With a cry of pain, she collapsed onto the ground, where glass shards pierced into her hand. Blood began to roll down her hands.

"Are you okay, Miss Abigail?"

For a moment, Abigail wanted to break down from the intense pain she was feeling. Her sprained ankle should have healed within a few days with the help of the special tincture. Nevertheless, she had not spent the past few days recovering in peace.

Anyway, she was worried about Greg, so she did not have time for her injured leg.

"I'm fine. Leave me. See if there's anyone around here."

Abigail ordered Addison away.

While he was worried, he knew what she was like. Thus, he walked away without protesting.

She then pulled out a tiny bottle from her pockets. She had brought some of her special tinctures for emergency purposes. Hopefully, it would be enough until they were done with this blasted island.

After she rubbed some tincture on her leg that had been screaming with pain, she stood up and limped over to her dorm.

A fire had burned through everything around here, and she could still see sparks of ember lingering around.

There was nothing that fire could not destroy. Was this Greg's doing?

Where was he?

Had he left with the Interpol officers, or had he gone home alone?

No matter how hard she looked, she could not see a single sign of him. She quickly pulled out her phone to call him as her heart began to race uneasily.

The call went on and on, but no one answered.

She grew even more worried as time passed.

After multiple unanswered calls, she knew something terrible had happened.

"Addison, let's go back to Harrion now!"

While she did not know if she could find Greg in Harrion, that was the only place where she knew he would appear.

Seeing the unpleasant look on her face, Addison swiftly helped her back to the plane without asking any questions.

By the time they arrived back in Harrion, it was past midnight. Even so, she drove over to Allie's Garden. It was completely dark. Not even her home had lights on. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

That meant Charlotte was not home.

Neither was Greg.

She repeatedly called Benjamin and Greg. Unfortunately, Benjamin's phone was off, and no one was answering Greg's phone.

This was the first time she had ever panicked this badly. It was as if she had lost something important. She did not like that feeling.

She hurriedly drove over to Valerie's home. When Lisa saw her coming, Lisa pulled an unpleasant face.

"Dr. Kain, Old Madam Buckley is not home."

"I'm looking for Greg. Where is he?"

Of course, Abigail knew Valerie was not home.

However, something big must have happened since Greg had not been answering her calls. With how protective Valerie was, there was no way she would still be home.

"That is none of your concern, Dr. Kain," Lisa angrily huffed. "If not for you, he..."

"He, what?"

Despite all the outcomes she had already anticipated, Abigail was still worried.

Lisa's cold, polite mask immediately slammed down when she realized that she had let something slip and voiced, "Nothing. Please leave. You are not welcome here, Dr. Kain."

Lisa then slammed the door shut.

Abigail did not have time to be angry with her. Harrion was so big that she could not find Greg at all.

As she thought back to what had happened between them, upset grew in her.

She should not have let him do as he pleased.

She should have forcefully dragged him back when she found out he was going to Hitman Island. It was all too late now.

Who else would know where he was now?

Suddenly, she recalled a name.

She swiftly jumped into her car and drove off.

When Lisa saw Abigail dashing off without a pause, she angrily sighed. "She doesn't care about the Young Master at all. Just why would he go through all that pain and suffering for a woman like her? He would not even let anyone tell her where he was, even though he was badly hurt. He said he did not want her to worry, but how could she ever worry about him?"

Meanwhile, Abigail pulled up to Jonathan's home.

She had been here a few times since her return to the city, but she never liked her visits. In fact, she had long since broken ties with Jonathan and Victoria. Nevertheless, the only person who knew where Greg was now would be Victoria.

She stepped up to the door and started knocking.

None of the house's inhabitants were happy to be woken up in the middle of the night.

"What do you want?"

Jonathan was furious as he pulled the door open. However, he paused upon seeing Abigail.

Under the cold moonlight, she looked somewhat disheveled. Her hair was dripping with sweat as if she had been running. His heart skipped a beat at her appearance.

"Abigail? Why are you here?"

"Is your mom home?"

The swiftness in which Abigail spoke made him wary.

"What do you want with her? You know how bad her temper is. If there is nothing important..."

"I have business with her."

She pushed him away and strode into the house.

"Victoria! I have a question for you! Victoria!"

She had thrown all manners out of the window.

When Victoria heard someone shouting for her after waking her up from her sleep, her anger burned brighter.

He hurriedly pulled Abigail back. "My mom's sleep is very important. Can't you talk to her tomorrow? Why not ask me your question instead? Maybe I know the answer."

"You? Can you tell me where Greg would go for treatment if he had been injured?"

Abigail turned to look at him with eyes full of hope. Yet, the panic and worry lurking inside made his heart ache.

"Uncle Greg is hurt?"

"I said 'if'."

She knew he had been eyeing the Buckley Group. Hence, if he found out that Greg was currently injured, he might do something terrible. Nonetheless, she was panicking right now.

He then spent so long thinking about the answer that she wanted to break his head open just for the knowledge.

"I can have someone ask around. Why don't you sit down and wait, Abigail?"

He smiled at her, but she was in no mood to chat today.

Finally, Victoria arrived downstairs. She was furious when she saw her son's eyes burning with desire while staring at Abigail.

"Abigail Kain, what do you want? How dare you barge in at this hour!"

"I have a question, Victoria. Where would Greg go for treatment if he is injured?"

Victoria paused.

"He's hurt?"

They are truly mother and son; the two of them all focused on the same points.

Just as Abigail was about to reply, Victoria said, "I can give you the address, but I want something from you."

"What is it?"

It would be weird if Victoria did not try and squeeze something from her.

For a moment, Victoria studied Abigail.

Jonathan gave her hand a little tug. "Mom, I want to marry her."

"Stop with the nonsense!"

Victoria might have considered the idea if he had asked her that when Abigail had first returned to Harrion. However, after all that they had gone through, Victoria finally realized that Abigail was not someone Jonathan could control.

Marrying her would only bring more trouble for Victoria and the family. She would not do something so foolish.

There were no second chances when it came to certain people.

This was what Victoria felt after contemplating the situation over the past few days.

Although he had whispered his request, Abigail still heard what Jonathan said. She let out a scoff but remained silent.

If Victoria dared to demand that of her, she would doom their family to eternal chaos.

She stared at Victoria, waiting.

"I still need to think about it," Victoria softly said. "Let's just say that you owe me one, and you are not allowed to deny me anything that I ask of you in the future."

"I will not do anything illegal."

Abigail resolutely stated her condition.

"Okay."

Victoria nodded.

Was Victoria scheming? Abigail had not expected such an easy negotiation. However, she did not think much about it. She only wanted to know where Greg was.

No one had ever made her act so irrational before. Finally, because of Greg, she experienced her first bout of intense panic.

"Mom!"

Jonathan was not happy with the decision made.

"Go back to sleep! You have a lot to do, and you cannot work on no sleep. Someone take the young master back to his room!"

Victoria was as commanding as ever.

Although he was upset about what his mother said, he returned to his room in order to salvage his dignity.

"The address, Victoria," Abigail said.

Victoria's eyes flickered at her before writing an address on a piece of paper. She then handed the paper to Abigail. "This is the secret hospital of Night Assassino. Greg would be sent there every time he was hurt. If his injuries are severe, this would be where he can be found. However, I am warning you; this place is heavily guarded. Without help from the Buckley Family, you cannot enter."

"Can you bring me in?"

Abigail stared at Victoria as she asked that.

Victoria shook her head. "I am not a Buckley."

This was something that she had always been upset about.

Despite that, Valerie had always been kind to her. Hence, she was happy with what she could get since she was just an orphan.

Over the past few days, she had been thinking hard about her life, and she had indeed changed as a person.

Ignorant to Victoria's thoughts, Abigail stood up. "Thank you. My promise will last for as long as you want. I'm off."

"Take care."

Compared to how she was before, Victoria was a much calmer person now. No matter what the reason for the change, Abigail was just happy that she could avoid a fight. Finally, Abigail sighed as she looked

down at the piece of paper.

How could she get into the hospital?