Chapter 41
After leaving the Kain Residence, Abigail took a look at the address in her hand and realized that it was
outside the city. If she headed to that ce now, she wouldn''t have time to have lunch with Greg. After
pondering on it for a moment, she called Greg and said, "I need to take a rain check on lunch. I have
something to do now, so I might not be able toe back in time."
Greg frowned when he heard that, for it was the first time anyone had stood him up. "Do you have
surgery to perform?"
"No, I''m just going to the outskirts of the city. It''s a personal matter." With that, Abigail hung up the call.
As Greg listened to the disconnected tone, he realized that he was already immune to her impolite
behavior. There was probably no other woman in Harrion who would dare to treat him in such a way.
After putting down his phone, he said to his secretary, "Find out where Abigail is going and send some
people to protect her in secret. Don''t let her discover them, though."
Troy promptly left the ce and carried out the order. Meanwhile, Greg repeatedly told himself that he
was doing this for his daughter. If it weren''t because he was worried that his daughter would be
heartbroken, he wouldn''t have been bothered about the woman''s safety.
After hanging up the call, Abigail immediately got into her car. To make things easier for herself, she
had rented a car. Even though she wasn''t used to driving it, the car did its job.
After following the address, she arrived at the south of the city. The buildings in this ce appeared to
be old, which was in stark contrast to the prosperous city. With that said, this ce gave off a tranquil
feeling. There was a memorial arch at the entrance with some cursive words written on it. Abigail
couldn''t make out what was written, but she felt as if time had been reversed by several dozen years.
Aren''t memorial arches supposed to exist only in the past? I can''t believe there''s still such a thing in
this ce. Abigail looked at it with her head tilted, and it wasn''t until she was certain that she didn''t
understand what was written that she straightened up, only to see an elderly woman staring at her with
narrowed eyes. She didn''t like the way the elderly woman looked at her. "What''s wrong, Madam?"
"You''re not from this ce, right?" The elderly woman''s voice was hoarse, but her turbid eyes still
appeared shrewd.
After a nod, Abigail replied, "You''re right. I''m from the city, and I''m here to look for someone."
"Who are you looking for?"
"Isabel Mortimer." Abigail told the elderly woman her maternal grandmother''s name.
Upon hearing that, the elderly woman became startled as she was visibly surprised. "You''re looking for
Old Madam Mortimer? Who is she to you?"
Abigail thought that the elderly woman was too inquisitive, but she still replied impassively, "She''s my
maternal grandmother."
Unexpectedly, the elderly woman turned around and ran away as she yelled, "The granddaughter of
Old Madam Mortimer is here! Come on! Chase her away!"
Abigail was astounded. What''s going on? Why does she want to chase me away? Before she could
snap out of her dazed state, she saw many vigers charging toward her with brooms and shovels in
their hands.
"F*ck off!"
"Get lost! Don''t dirty our ce!"
All of them appeared agitated. Some of the elderly women even started hitting Abigail with their
brooms. Abigail wanted to counterattack, but these vigers were all frail old people. If she made a
move, she would get into trouble. "Please calm down. I mean no harm, for I just want to ask my
grandmother about my mother."
At the mention of her mother, the fury of these people had been ignited as they all started attacking her.
"How relentless! It was that woman first, and now, her daughter hase to haunt us. Chase her away
now!"
"Get lost!"
Countless brooms and shovelsnded on her. Since she was left with no choice, Abigail had to keep
stepping backward until she was pushed outside the memorial arch. These people finally stopped in
their tracks, but they still appeared furious as they blocked her out of the vige.
"I''m warning you—if you dare toe in again, I''ll break your legs!" the elderly woman from earlier
threatened.
Presently, Abigail was puzzled as she didn''t know what she had done wrong. However, it was apparent
to her that she was unable to get into the vige. She wanted to reason with these people, but they
wouldn''t listen to her. As long as she took a step forward, they would put up their guard. At that, Abigail
was speechless.
When Greg learned of what had happened to Abigail, he was startled. "She''s in the Mortimer Vige
now?"
"Yes, but she can''t get in. Instead, she has ignited the public outrage," Troy hurriedly reported.
Greg knitted his brows. "Do you know what she''s doing there?"
"It seems that she''s looking for Old Madam Mortimer."
Upon hearing that, Greg was surprised. "Old Madam Mortimer?"
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"Why is she looking for the old madam?"
"It''s said that Old Madam Mortimer is her maternal grandmother." Troy told him about the information
he had gathered.
All of a sudden, Greg stood straight up and stared at Troy in disbelief before asking, "Are you sure she
is Old Madam Mortimer''s granddaughter?"
"That''s what Dr. Kain said."
Following that, Greg stood in front of the French windows and looked down at the traffic as he fell into
his thoughts. Just a momentter, he dialed Abigail''s number.
"What''s up? I''m busy now, so I don''t have any time to speak to you." Abigail was grumpy. It was the
first time she had been loathed by people who were not her family members. However, in this ce,
she was like a ferocious beast that had to be blocked out of the vige at all costs. That was a terrible
feeling.
Upon hearing her irritable voice, Greg took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. "If you want to
see Old Madam Mortimer, I suggest youe back now and treat me to lunch. I might give you a
surprise."
"What did you just say? You know Isabel Mortimer?" Abigail was shocked.
Greg replied smilingly, "No."
"Greg, are you doing this intentionally? Can you just mind your own business instead of irritating me all
the time? I—"
"But I know her son, Stanley Mortimer. Do you want to see him?" Greg cut her off.
Abigail was stunned. My grandmother has a son? In other words, he''s my uncle. Since I can''t see my
grandmother now, maybe I can ask my uncle about my mother. She fell silent.
After ncing at these angry vigers who were wary of her, she took a deep breath. "Just choose a
location. I''ll go back now."
"There''s no rush—we still have some time before lunch. Moreover, is this how you''re supposed to ask
for help?" Greg reckoned that this woman was too presumptuous, so he had to put her into her ce.
Otherwise, she would never learn to respect him.
Abigail frowned as she was reluctant to do that, but in order to find out more about her mother, she said
in a hushed voice, "Just think of it as me begging for your help."
"Just think of it as you begging for my help? I don''t like how you''ve put it. Moreover, I hate people who
make empty promises. Just sleep on it. There''s no rush as we''re still two hours away from lunchtime. If
you''re sincere enough, I''ll consider contacting Stanley for you."
Upon finishing his words, he hung up the call. I''ve finally got her begging for my help! He sported a
joyful smile, feeling utterly pleased with himself.
Troy was astounded upon seeing that, but he didn''t dare to say anything. It seems that Mr. Buckley is
concerned about Dr. Kain!
When Greg turned around and saw Troy, he said in a small voice, "Book a ce at Swanson Hut. I
have to ask Stanley to meet me for lunch."
Troy replied in a hushed voice, "Mr. Buckley, you''ve agreed to meet Mr. Miller from the bank at 1.00PM.
If you''re going to meet Mr. Mortimer, there won''t be enough time."
"Take a rain check and tell him that we''ll meet next time."
On hearing that, Troy was stunned. "Mr. Buckley, Mr. Miller is going to meet you to discuss the capital
for our next phase of development."
"I know. Since I''ve stood him up, just give him a newly built vi in the east of the city. Take it as my
apology to him," Greg said without frowning.
Troy was astonished. Even though the vis in the east had just been built, they were already worth
50,000 to 60,000 every ten square feet. How could Greg just give a vi to someone without blinking an
eye? Did he do it just to have lunch with Abigail and arrange a meet-up with Stanley for her? At that
instant, he felt that he no longer understood Greg.
Seeing that Troy was rooted to the spot, Greg asked, "What''s wrong? Is there anything else?"
Troy quickly shook his head, yet he couldn''t help but ask, "Mr. Buckley, have you fallen for Dr. Kain?"
When he heard that, Greg stopped writing as he looked up at Troy and sneered. "You''ve been a
busybody, haven''t you?" he said.
At that moment, Troy shuddered. "I''m sorry, Mr. Buckley. I''ll go back to work now."
With that, he turned around and ran away.
As Greg watched him leave, he furrowed his brows. Did he just say I''ve fallen for Abigail? That''s
ridiculous! I''m not a masochist! I''m helping her for my daughter. Yes! I only care about my daughter!
At the thought of Alissa, he couldn''t help curling up his lips as he grinned from ear to ear. My daughter.
I wonder what she wants to eat for lunch. Then, he called Alissa. "Allie, what do you want to eat for
lunch? I''ll buy it for you."
Presently, Alissa was still frustrated at the fact that her pocket money had been confiscated by her
mother. As soon as she heard Greg''s words, she knew that the question was for Arianna. However,
Arianna''s phone number was different from hers. She was jealous, and when she thought about the
honey zed chicken that her father had made for Arianna, she was displeased. "I don''t want to eat
anything. I''m on a diet. Daddy, please stop asking."
Then, she directly hung up the call. Hmmph! You were happy to eat honey zed chicken, right? Just
starve to death now! A sinister thought shed through Alissa''s mind, and without telling Arianna about
it, she turned off the phone.
Greg was startled. What happened to her? Why was she so grumpy? Is she on a diet? Why does she
have to do that when she''s just a kid? She must have learned that from Abigail who loves to say such
things. Alright, I''ll have to talk to her about it during lunchtimeter.
At the thought of this, Greg picked up his phone and called Stanley. "What are you doing now? Do you
want to meet up for lunchter?"
Stanley replied calmly, "I''m worried that I can''t as I have to go back home this afternoon. My mom said
there''s an emergency, so she wants me to go back."
"What about now? Let''se out now. There''s something I need to tell you."
After deciding the time to meet up with Stanley, Greg called Abigail, but he couldn''t reach her. It was
only then he realized that her phone had been turned off!