Chapter 54
It was rare for Greg to ever feel sorry for anyone. Being someone of his status and identity, over the
years, he had developed a heart of ice that refused to melt. He wouldn''t even blink when most women
cried, but the determined look on Abigail''s face actually made his solid and icy heart melt a little.
Meanwhile, Abigail could sense someone staring at her while she was sleeping. She felt rather
ufortable, so she instinctively turned to face her back against Greg. She didn''t realize that her
gown had a slit on the back, so she revealed her fair, pale back to Greg. Greg''s Adam''s apple bobbed
as he felt the temperature in the room getting higher.
After taking a deep breath, he pulled the sheets over Abigail. He thought about leaving, but he didn''t do
it in the end. Abigail had a good sleep—she didn''t have a surgery to rush to or children to care for, and
she could sleep for a whole week. However, her phone began to ring right then. Rage filled her
instantly—she was frustrated at the noise.
Greg hadn''t wanted to pick Abigail''s phone up, but the ringing kept going. He was worried that it would
disturb Abigail, so he brought the phone out. "Hello? Who''s this?" He picked the call up.
Hugh froze as he thought he had gotten the wrong number. But when he checked, he was certain that
it was correct. "Where''s Abbie?" Hugh spoke in a hostile, unfriendly tone. For some reason, Greg felt
rather uneasy to hear someone addressing her so intimately. "She''s resting. You can tell me what you
want to say, and I''ll pass the message," Greg offered.
"No thanks. I don''t need an outsider to pass messages for us." Hugh ended the call right after that.
Greg felt a heavy feeling in his chest. An outsider? Am I an outsider? I already had a kid with Abigail.
How could I still be an outsider? Who is this man? Greg recalled the man, Hugh, whom he had fought
with. Could it be him? Greg felt more frustrated than ever.
After returning to the ward and seeing that Abigail was asleep, Greg thought about the phone call once
more before he walked over to Abigail. He had decided to just drag her out of bed. However, as he
touched her shoulder, he heard Abigail grunting as she frowned.
He froze for a moment before ncing at her injury. She pressed on her own injury while sleeping! Is
she a pig? Greg was rather annoyed, so he woke her up roughly. Abigail had already woken up a little
after hearing the phone ring, and she could already feel her wound stinging. Now, she was even woken
up in a rough manner, so she lost her temper.
"Can you stop it, Hugh?" She flung her hand across the room to give Greg a smack. His gaze darkened
immediately. What did she call me? Hugh? Did I just take a p for Hugh? Greg wore a look of
displeasure as a threatening aura filled the room. Even the air around them seemed to have turned 10
degrees colder.
"Abigail!" Greg cried.
"Shut up!" she replied.
Greg shot her a hateful re, yet she didn''t open her eyes at all. She simply rolled over and continued
sleeping. This woman is asking for a beating! As much as Greg wanted to beat her up, the bloody
patch of a wound across her chest made him feel too sorry to do anything. He could only continue to
tolerate her for a while more—he had no choice since she had just saved his life.
In the end, Greg decided to leave the ward quietly. However, there was still a burning sensation on his
face even after he walked out. It was worse since the nurses were all whispering among themselves
while throwing nces in his direction. Greg was a public figure, so it was tough for the news not to get
out when he was walking around in the hospital with a p mark on his face.
Greg felt like he was about to suffocate with all the frustration in him, yet he couldn''t do anything to
Abigail. In the end, he pulled his phone out and contacted Troy. "Find out about Hugh''s enemies andN?velDrama.Org owns this.
contact them. I''ll be willing to pay any sum just for Hugh to be upied and threatened by all his
attackers."
It was the first time Troy had ever heard his boss giving such orders, so Troy froze for a while. "What if
the person insists on a high price, Mr. Buckley?"
"Give it to him! Do I look like I need money?" Greg''s arrogant tone stunned Troy, but it was true that
Greg didn''t need any money. In the end, Troy proceeded ording to Greg''s orders.
On the other end, Hugh was just as furious after he ended the call. He lost his cool when he heard that
Abigail had rushed back to save Greg and that she had gotten injured because of Greg. "I need a flight
to Harrion! I want to go there now!" However, he received another message from one of his men the
moment he finished his sentence.
"It''s a call from Old Mr. Castel, Mr. Romero." Hugh froze as he calmed down a little. He had to conceal
all of the hatred and viciousness that had just appeared in his eyes. "Hand me the phone." Once Hugh
took the phone, he walked over to the balcony. His men didn''t know what the conversation was about.
After Greg gave his orders, he felt a little less angry than before. One of the more daring nurses walked
up to him and handed him some ice. "You''ll feel better if you put it on your cheek now, Mr. Buckley."
Greg shot her a cold re, and she shuddered before dropping the ice on the ground. After that, she
turned and ran off as if she had just seen the devil.
Greg took one look at the ice on the floor before kicking it toward the bin. He wasn''t about to put ice on
his wound. He wanted to see how Abigail would react when she woke up and saw his face like that. At
that thought, Greg returned to the ward and sat upright in front of Abigail while staring at her. He was
like a child.
But Abigail had outperformed with her sleeping time that night—she slept all the way from the morning
into the afternoon, then into the evening, then through the night and until the next morning. Greg had
waited excitedly for her at first, but he decided to call Troy to bring hisptop over after he saw how
deep Abigail''s sleep was. Greg figured that he would work at the hospital.
When Abigail didn''t wake up even at 10.30PM, Greg started feeling rather worried. He told the doctor
to run some checks on her, and he felt much more relieved to hear that she was justcking sleep. By
the next morning, Greg no longer thought about the p he had received. However, when Abigail woke
up, she immediately noticed it. "What happened to your face?"
"What''s up with my face?" Greg was stunned for a moment before he realized what she meant. "How
dare you talk about my face? Look! It''s proof! Even if you saved my life, that doesn''t give you the right
to hit me whenever you want to, Abigail. I''m the president of a globalpany! How am I supposed to
go out like this?"
Abigail froze upon hearing his words. "Did I hit you?
"Do you think I hit myself? I have the CCTV tapes here. Do you want to look at them?" Greg was trying
to sound fierce, but Abigail somehow felt like he was acting cute and pitiful toward her. "Are you trying
to act cute in front of me now?" she asked.
Greg nearly choked on his own saliva. "Do you even know how to use adjectives? Me? Cute? Are you
blind?"
"Why else are you making such a fuss?" Abigail threw the sheets off and got out of bed, feeling much
more refreshed and energized than before. Yes! I do feel a lot better after a good sleep.
Greg felt like he couldn''t keep up with what Abigail was saying. Why does she think I''m making a fuss?
She slept for a full day, and I didn''t disturb her at all. How is that fussing? I just wanted justice to be
served! Does she think I''m someone who knows how to act cute? This is terrifying!
When Abigail turned to see the fuming look on Greg''s face, she found him adorable for some reason.
He reminded her of Alissa. They look the same when they are angry! No, wait! They look more simr
when they''re acting cute! Abigailughed to herself.
Greg had been angry at first, but he froze when he saw Abigail''s smile and the two dimples that had
surfaced on her cheeks. "Alright. I don''t like it when there''s noise around me while I''m sleeping, so you
might have disturbed me, and I might have unintentionally hit you. I''m sorry for that! Be a good boy,
okay?" Abigail unconsciously gave Greg a fond stroke as she spoke.
Both of them froze in their spots after this happened. Abigail did it because she was used to doing the
same thing with Alissa. However, she only noticed that he wasn''t Alissa after her hand came in contact
with his smooth skin. Greg, on the other hand, had never expected Abigail tofort him that way.
Things got awkward all of a sudden, and Abigail quickly pulled her hand away before clearing her
throat. "I''m a little hungry."
"I got someone to order you food, so it should being soon." Greg came to his senses and
responded to her statement, but he could still sense that the spot on his face where Abigail touched
earlier felt a little different.
"Okay. I''ll go wash up." Abigail thought that it was too awkward. How did I think a grown man was
Alissa? They really look too alike, Abigail thought to herself as she walked into the washroom. Greg
touched his own face as he recalled how Abigail had looked earlier. He blinked a few times as he
thought, Maybe the p was worth it after all. Was that an apology she just gave me? Okay! I''ll take it.
He tugged his lips into a smile.
Right then, footsteps came from the corridor. Swanson Hut''s manager walked into the room with the
food Greg had ordered. "Your dishes, Mr. Buckley."
"Let me do it." Greg went over to take the food from him, unpacked them, andid them out on the
table. Abigail came out of the washroom then, and her gaze immediately fell on the dishes on the table.
Most of the dishes looked rather in, but they didn''t look like they would taste bad.
Abigail sat down and lifted the spoon before she began eating. Greg frowned at her. "Slow down. Your
stomach''s not well, so you shouldn''t eat too quickly. It''d be hard for you to digest."
"I have to go take a look at your momter. If everything''s fine, I should be able to transfer her case to
one of the local doctors," Abigail uttered while eating.
"Are you leaving?" Greg was surprised.
"Yeah. My hospital''s in Marona, and I just came here to help with one surgery. I naturally have to return
once I''m done." Abigail''s words left Greg in a bad mood.
"What will happen to the child once you''re gone?" he asked coldly.
Abigail paused for a moment before she gave him the first answer that came to mind. "She''ll follow me,
of course."
"My mom hasn''t seen my child at all, and she''s getting really old. Can''t you just fulfill her wish?" Greg
asked.