Chapter 69


    "What is it? Do you have something to say?" Abigail asked, not giving him any chance to back down.


    Stanley paused for a moment, and he bit his lip. "Abbie, I know this might sound harsh, especially


    coming from me, but I''m doing it for your own good. You think of me as your uncle, so before you find


    your mother, I am in charge of looking after you."


    Abigail wouldn''t listen to this tripe in the past, but since Stanley did give her the portrait of her mother,


    she was patient. "Say what you have to say, uncle."


    Stanley looked at her and hesitated for a while. "Who is Greg to you?"


    Abigail paused for a moment, then she realized what was going on. "We''re friends. Nothing more,


    nothing less. Don''t worry about it, uncle." Abigail felt her heart aching once she said that, but she


    ignored it.


    Stanley heaved a sigh of relief. "Good. Abbie, you''re a great woman. You can get any kind of boyfriend


    you want. Greg is a great friend, but that''s it. He''s taken. The case with your mother and her sister was


    a… scandalous one, so to speak. I don''t want anyone to think of you as a homewrecker, alright?"


    Stanley was being roundabout enough, but Abigail still felt embarrassed. So everyone thinks I''m Greg''s


    mistress? Abigail clenched her fists. "Don''t worry. I don''t have romantic feelings for him."


    If it weren''t for the kids, she wouldn''t have had any further interactions with Greg. But even so, are


    people still taking it the wrong way? She looked away.


    Stanley sighed. Poor girl. "I know a few great guys. Do you want me to introduce them to you?"


    "It''s fine, uncle. I have a boyfriend."


    Stanley was surprised that she would say that.


    When he was about to ask further questions, Abigail''s phone rang. She looked at it. It was from Hugh,


    so she took it in front of Stanley. "Miss me?"


    She sounded cold, but Hugh was surprised by the question. He thought he had gotten the wrong


    number, so he looked at the screen again. It''s her alright. Did something happen? Why did she get so


    explicit? This is not like her. "Are you down with something?" he asked curiously.


    Abigail smiled sheepishly and covered her phone. "Sorry, uncle. I need to take this call, so…"


    "Sure. I''ll be going now. Call me if you need anything." Stanley left happily. Looks like I was worried for


    nothing.


    Abigail stopped smiling after he left. "What is it?"


    Abigail''s sudden change in attitude stunned Hugh once more. What is with her? She keeps changing


    her attitude. "Are you alright, Abbie?"


    "I''m fine. If you want to know how Alissa''s doing, all I can say is she''s fine. Don''t worry about her. Just


    do your work."


    And she hung up. She''d be lying if she said she didn''t resent Hugh. She wouldn''t have talked to him


    like that if it wasn''t for the fact she had to stop Stanley from being a matchmaker. But after she hung


    up, she felt chilly, and it was not from the cold.


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    The warm scene back at Greg''s ce almost made her forget that they had nothing connecting them


    save for two kids. A homewrecker was not a good title, and she would never do that. No matter how


    nice he was to her, she would never go down the path her mother took.


    Suddenly, she felt her wound''s pain intensifying, so she quickly went back into her house and locked


    the door. She got the medical kit and took her clothes off so she could put some salve on her wound.


    The salve was cold, and it stung her when she put it over her wound. Beads of sweat drenched her


    forehead, but she gritted her teeth and held on.


    Everyone said she was an irondy, but she never wanted to be one. Nobody could protect her and


    she had two young kids to provide for, so she didn''t have a choice but to toughen up.


    Just then, someone rang the doorbell. She packed her things up and reached the foyer before she


    could wear her clothes properly. Through the inte, she saw Greg standing outside.


    "Open up, Abigail. Time to change your wound dressing." Greg looked at the camera.


    She might have allowed him in before this, but after what Stanley said, she knew she shouldn''t let him.


    "You''re a man, and I''m a woman. I don''t think this kind of skinship is fine. I''m a doctor, so thanks but no


    thanks. Go back, Greg." Her face was white because of the pain, and her voice was weak.


    Greg frowned. She was fine when she left just now, and she was gentle when she made lunch, so what


    is going on? Why is she regressing? "Open up. You got hurt because of me. This is nothing."


    "You endured that whip, so I took that stab. We''re even. Just go home. I''m tired. I need to rest." And


    then she hung up.


    It wasn''t the first time she hung up on him, but Greg felt annoyed. What''s her deal? Why does she


    change her attitude so many times in a day? Is she a schizo? He frowned. He really wanted to leave,


    but then he thought, She gave birth to my kids, and now she''s hurt. He ced the medical kit outside


    the door before he left.


    Abigail had a fitful sleep. She woke up from the pain and looked at the time, and she realized that she


    had only slept for half an hour. She was about to keep sleeping, but her phone beeped. It was a


    message from her assistant, so she rubbed her eyes and took her phone.


    She called her assistant, and it sounded noisy in the background. Perhaps she was in the corridor.


    "What is it?" Abigail asked.


    "Dr. Kain, did you ept a surgery case in Rivertown?"


    "No." Abigail was surprised. She was sick herself, and Alissa was still shocked from the ordeal. She


    would never have epted a surgery case at a time like this.


    Her assistant quickly said, "A rich man in Harrion texted me. He said you took on a surgery for his


    fiancée, and he paid you the money. He asked me when the surgery is going to be."


    Abigail squinted. "A rich man? What''s his name?"


    "Eric. Eric Horton."


    Abigail had never heard that name before. "I didn''t take that case. Handle this for me. I need to


    recuperate for a while. If possible, I want to take my kids on a vacation."


    "Alright. I''ll handle it."


    After she hung up, Abigail started figuring out what was happening. It''s hard to even get an


    appointment with me, and I''ve never heard of this Eric guy, so how did he get my assistant''s number?


    She knew something was wrong, and she called her assistant again. "I want to know how this Eric guy


    managed to make the appointment and to whom he paid the money."


    Her assistant went to look into the case, and she called back a short whileter. "I''ve looked into this.


    Eric applied through your personal website, and you were the one who took the request."


    "Me? That''s impossible." Abigail thought it was a joke. She was as busy as a beetely, so it was


    impossible that she had epted any requests. Even so, she quickly got out of bed and took her


    laptop out. She opened her website, but she noticed that the time and address of her login had


    changed. She thought, Did someone hack me?


    She quickly screenshotted her IP address and logged into her website. There was Eric''s request there,


    and she was the one who epted it, but the money was funneled into Emma''s ount.


    She knew that ount number anywhere, as Emma would transfer Abigail''s money away when they


    were kids. She did it a lot of times, but she never thought Emma would do it even until now. How dare


    she? She hacked myputer and put her ount number on my website? Does she think I won''t call


    the police? Looks like thest lesson wasn''t hard enough.


    Emma had a habit of taking Abigail''s things away, and now she thought she could use Abigail to make


    money. She thinks she can take on any patient she wants on behalf of me? Abigail sneered. If Emma


    hadn''t done this, she wouldn''t spare a moment of her time to deal with her. But this woman is stupid.


    Since she wants to get money from me so much, it''s time to teach her that some things are more


    trouble than it''s worth.


    Instead of confronting Emma, she called the police and told them that someone hacked into her


    website and smeared her name. She even posted a screenshot of the website to her wall, telling


    everyone that she was too busy to take any requests. She wanted the patients to find other doctors,


    and she posted the photo of her calling the police to report the case.


    On the other hand, Emma was at home, feeling ecstatic. She never thought Abigail''s password would


    still be as simple as it was so many years ago, nor did she expect to see someone making a request


    the moment she logged in. She epted the request in Abigail''s ce, and the man called Eric paid


    her the money right away. Five million! It still felt unreal that she got so much money in just a moment.


    She didn''t care whether Abigail had time to do the surgery or not, since she already got the money.


    Just when she thought she could get away with it, some police officers came knocking.