Chapter 42


    What the heck! Greg relentlessly called Abigail one more time, but her phone was still turned off.


    "Troy!"


    As soon as he received the order, Troy immediately opened the door and entered the room. "Mr.


    Buckley, I''ve informed Mr. Miller about postponing the meeting. I—"


    "No! Find out where Abigail is now. Why is her phone turned off?" Greg frowned with an impatient


    expression. Was that woman born to make things difficult for me?


    Troy hurriedly looked into this matter. Just a momentter, he reported in a hushed voice, "Mr. Buckley,


    Dr. Kain is in trouble. She''s trapped outside of Mortimer Vige, and things are not looking good."


    Greg stood straight up. "What do you mean that things are not looking good?"


    "The other party didn''t go into details."


    After picking up the coat from his chair, Greg shuffled out of the room. "Get the car ready. We''re going


    to Mortimer Vige. Also, call Stanley and tell him to go there as well."


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    By the time he finished speaking, he was already outside of the office.


    Even though there were many things that had to be handled in thepany, Troy wouldn''t dare to


    waste any time as he passed all the work to the vice president and called Stanley. Then, he followed


    Greg as they stepped out of Global Inc. After getting into the car, Greg called Abigail again but to no


    avail.


    Meanwhile, Abigail felt speechless. She was ready to head back to the city and wait for Greg to


    arrange a meeting with her uncle. However, as soon as she got into the car, she was trapped in this


    ce. A woman in her forties or fifties stopped her from leaving. "Are you looking for Adeline


    Mortimer?"


    That was the name of Abigail''s mother. When she heard that, Abigail nodded and stepped out of the


    car. "Yes. Do you know my mother?"


    "You''re really the daughter of that b*tch! Come on. Tie her up!"


    Before Abigail could understand what was going on, she was subdued by the people brought to this


    ce by the middle-aged woman. She wanted to struggle out of it, but a doubt appeared in her mind.


    Why is my mother despised by the people in this ce? If this woman can bring me into Mortimer


    Vige, I will be able to find out more. At the thought of this, she let them tie her up.


    When she saw how submissive Abigail was, the woman snatched her phone and turned it off before


    hurling it into the ditch. "Bring her to the ancestral hall!"


    Upon receiving instructions, the people around her immediately executed her order, and the onlookers


    around the memorial arch quickly dispersed. It seemed that this woman was authoritative.


    Who is she? Abigail was doubtful, but she didn''t have a chance to ask as she was pushed forward by


    those people.


    This was an ancient vige where all the buildings seemed to have been in existence for hundreds of


    years. While walking along the roads, Abigail felt as if she had returned to ancient times. As she walked


    slowly, she was brought to the ancestral hall at the other end of the vige. The ancestral hall looked


    grand, and the golden ''Mortimer Ancestral Hall'' had been inscribed on a board.


    "Are all the people here Mortimers?" Abigail asked in a hushed voice.


    Instantly, the woman red at her. "Shut up! If you dare to utter one more word, I''ll cut your tongue off!"


    Abigail frowned at that. Not only was this woman unfriendly, she was ruthless as well. Then, she was


    pushed into the ancestral hall. Before she could figure out what was going on, she felt a gust of wind


    coming from behind her. She wanted to dodge it instinctively, but she was unable to do so since she


    had been tied up.


    With a loud bang, something struck the back of her head. Soon, she felt her vision darkening. As she


    secretly cursed, she copsed to the ground and passed out. The door of the ancestral hall closed with


    a creak, and it was then locked.


    Meanwhile, Sasha was drinking a cup of ck tea with a smug smile at the Kain Residence.


    "Mom, I don''t care. I can never leave this behind. I must make that b*tch Abigail fall on her knees and


    apologize to me." Over the years, Emma had always oppressed Abigail. Now that it was the other way


    round, she was unable to get over it.


    Seeing how her daughter was so infuriated, Sasha replied with a smile, "Don''t worry. Do you think I''ve


    done her a favor by giving her the address of her maternal grandmother? Rest assured. If she really


    goes there, she''ll be in hot water."


    "What do you mean?"


    While Emma''s interest had been piqued, Sasha fell silent and kept her on tenterhooks.


    When Greg arrived, the entire Mortimer Vige had been cordoned off, so it was impossible for him to


    get in. Since he was left with no choice, he called Stanley. "What are you doing there? Hurry up!"


    It was rare for Greg to lose his cool. Stanley furrowed his brows and uttered in a low voice, "You seem


    grumpy today. What are you doing in our vige?"


    "I''ll tell you about itter. Come here quickly." As soon as he finished his words, Greg hung up the call.


    It waspletely silent inside the vige, so he had no idea what was going on. Abigail is an arrogant


    woman. Will they torture her? At the thought of this, he became increasingly anxious.


    Just as he was despondent, Stanley finally arrived at the ce in his car. "You''rete!" Greg


    comined with a dark expression.


    Stanley shot him a nce and asked impassively, "Are you going in?"


    "What''s wrong? Can''t I go in?"


    Seeing as Greg appeared to be presumptuous, Stanley found it to be funny. "I''ll give you a heads-up.


    The people in our vige are conservative, and they don''t wee outsiders. So, if you want to follow


    me into the vige, you must not speak as you please or interfere in our affairs. Also, just obey what I


    say. Now, you''re just my assistant and nothing else. Got it?"


    Greg scowled and uttered in a small voice, "You want me to be your assistant? Stanley, do you know


    no shame?"


    "That can''t be helped since you need me and insist on going in." There was a smug smile on Stanley''s


    face.


    Greg secretly cursed and fell silent, which surprised Stanley. "Are you really agreeing to it?"


    "Are we going in or not?" Greg was apprehensive. It had been a long time since Abigail entered the


    vige, so he was worried that she might have gotten into a fight. Even though she''s adept at fighting,


    she''s facing a lot of vigers. It''s said that a tiger can''t battle against a group of wolves. Moreover, she


    isn''t a tigress to begin with. At the thought of this, he directly took Stanley''s wrist and entered the


    vige.


    Without asking any questions, Stanley followed him promptly. When the guard at the entrance saw


    Stanley, he respectfully called him ''Young Master Stanley'', but he stopped Greg from going further.


    "He''s my assistant. Don''t worry, I''ll take up the responsibility if anything happens," Stanley uttered.


    Upon hearing that, the guard stepped aside and said in a low voice, "Young Master Stanley, Miss


    Amelia has captured the daughter of Miss Adeline. She has locked her inside the ancestral hall."


    Stanley became startled. "The daughter of Adeline? What''s going on?" He sported a gloomy


    expression.


    Then, the guard told him what had happened to Abigail earlier. Upon hearing that, Greg became


    nervous. "She was just looking for her family members. How could you all knock her out and tie her up


    in the ancestral hall?"


    Instantly, Stanley pulled the other man''s sleeve and uttered in a hushed voice, "Shut up."


    "No, I''m just asking—" Greg wanted to keep talking, but when he saw Stanley''s solemn expression and


    the guard''s unfriendly gaze, he tactfully kept his mouth shut.


    It was then Stanley asked gently, "Is she still in the ancestral hall?"


    "Yes, she is. Miss Amelia''s people are keeping guard outside the ancestral hall."


    After the guard finished speaking, Stanley led Greg to the ancestral hall as he asked, "Mr. Buckley,


    have youe all the way here for my niece?"


    "What if I say yes?"


    Upon hearing that, Stanley suddenly stopped in his tracks and stared at the other man before asking


    softly, "What''s the nature of your rtionship with her?"


    "We''re not rted in any way, but she''s the best surgeon in the world, and she''s carried out an


    operation for my mother. Hence, I owe her a favor." Greg didn''t mention his daughter, nor did he


    expose to him the one night stand he had with Abigail five years ago. He only revealed to him what


    Abigail, as a doctor, had done for his mother.


    Stanley fell into silence. Everyone knew that Greg was someone who valued the people who had


    helped him before. Since Abigail had saved Valerie, it was expected that Greg would return her favor.


    But this matter… Stanley appeared to be in a dilemma.


    Greg crossed his arms and uttered coldly, "Don''t you dare forget that I saved your life before. I don''t


    need anything else, but I just hope that you can help get Abigail out of here safely. Do you get it?"


    "Mr. Buckley, you have no idea how difficult it is to handle this matter." Stanley sighed. "The people in


    our vige have always been conserative, and we value etiquette and social status. You saw the


    memorial arch at the entrance of the vige, right? It was left behind by our ancestors. We have a rule


    in our vige: a widow can never marry another man. She has to stay loyal to her deceased husband.


    Generations of women stuck to this rule in exchange for this memorial arch, and all the vigers are


    proud of it."


    However, Greg snorted. "This is a terrible practice from the feudal era. Stanley, you''re a PhD graduate,


    so how can you believe this?"


    "I don''t believe this, but the vigers have always stuck to this rule. Their mindset will never change,


    and there''s nothing I can do. One year after my eldest sister got married, her husband passed away in


    a car ident. However, she didn''t abide by the rule and failed to stay loyal to her husband. Instead,


    she fell in love with another man in the vige. In order to get together with him, she decided to run


    away with him. Unexpectedly, the man dumped her, and she was captured. At that time, the vigers


    locked her inside the ancestral hall. As long as she could endure that period of time, she would be


    chased out of the vige, but she''d also regain her freedom by then. However, she eloped with a man


    from outside the vige one day, which was humiliating for all the vigers. So, since her daughter has


    come over, the vigers will never let her off. They will think that not only has my eldest sister insulted


    the memorial arch, she has also sent her daughter toe and humiliate them. This will certainly


    cause an outrage."


    Upon hearing that, Greg felt as though he had been struck by lightning. He couldn''t believe that such a


    preposterous thing still existed in this modern age. Moreover, Stanley didn''t look like he was pulling his


    leg, so Greg began to worry. "How do you think they''ll deal with Abigail?"


    Stanley stared at him and fell silent, but his gaze and expression made Greg feel like he was on pins


    and needles.