Chapter 78


    Abigail''s voice was like ice as she pointed out, "Sir, you''re in my seat."


    The man who had taken her seat took off his shades to reveal a pair of eyes that marked him as a


    typical heartbreaker. He was intimidating and somewhat hostile as he cast her a cursory look, then


    barked, "Shut up, will you?" With that, he put on his shades once more and went back to his nap.


    Abigail scoffed. There had to be something wrong with modern society if anyone could speak so rudely,


    even after taking another person''s seat on a ne.


    She didn''t want to waste her breath on him. She was already having a bad day, and now this man was


    acting high and mighty with her, even though he was clearly in the wrong. Growing sick and tired of


    having to deal with scumbags, she decided to strike against the man first.


    However, the man had likely trained in closebat, for with lightning reflexes, he pulled out the


    dagger he had under his coat and jabbed it in her direction.


    This stoked Abigail''s rage. A dark look passed over her face as she dodged the dagger and flicked out


    her scalpel from where she tucked it under her sleeve.


    The man hadn''t expected a delicate woman like her to carry around a scalpel. He couldn''t dodge in


    time, and the tip of the de scraped his cheek. Blood beaded from the wound and released a coppery


    scent into the air.


    "Damn you!" he cursed aloud, the hostility he emanated causing the air in the ne to drop to freezing


    temperatures.


    But Abigail was not the least bit frightened by his outburst. She scoffed icily and kicked out her leg


    without warning.


    The man was forced to stand up to dodge her attack.


    At the sight of this, Abigail seized her chance and promptly sat down in the now-vacated seat. "Now


    isn''t this much better? You should have done this minutes ago instead of picking on a little woman like


    me. Who would have known that behind that pretty face lies such an ungentlemanly spirit?"


    Having mocked him, she fished out her eye mask and pulled it over her head. She didn''t care that the


    man was fuming and staring daggers at her.


    Needless to say, the man was furious. This was the first time he had been wounded by a woman, but


    before he could get her back for what she did, the person next to him intervened. "Young Master Ethan,


    we can''t make a scene here, not while we''re still in Harrion. Remember, this is Mr. Buckley''s territory."


    While the other person spoke softly, Abigail could still hear what he said. Mr. Buckley? As in, Greg


    Buckley? Does this guy know Greg? No, wait. They might not be friends. The other person who spoke


    to him sounded a little wary when he mentioned Greg.


    She found herself thinking about the attempted assassination on Greg that took ce not too long ago.


    Peeling off a corner of her eye mask, she made sure that the man who took her seat was not looking


    her way and quickly snapped a picture of him on her phone. Then, she sent it to Greg.


    She had done her part, and Greg could do with the update of what he would, but it wouldn''t concern


    her at all.


    With that in mind, she put on her eye mask and got some shut-eye.


    Meanwhile, Greg did not go home straight away. After leaving Swanson Hut, he gave the manager of


    the restaurant a ring. "Send me the footage from Jonathan and Abigail''s dinner."


    Greg was the man who owned Swanson Hut behind the scenes, and naturally, the manager dared not


    offend him. He hastily retrieved the footage and sent it like he was told to.


    Upon receiving the footage, Greg stopped by the side of the road and clicked into it.


    From what he could tell, Abigail was impassive throughout the dinner, but Jonathan''s puppy-like


    devotion was a difficult act to watch. Greg began to wonder if his useless nephew was actually


    considering a reconciliation with Abigail. Doesn''t he know that she''s already a mother to my twin girls?


    He had yet to get back at Jonathan for manipting the DNA test results thest time, and now here


    he was, witnessing the young man pining after the mother of his children. What is he thinking? Does he


    want to be a stepfather to my daughters? Who gave him the audacity?


    The frown on his face deepened as he kept his eyes on the footage.


    Things started to get interesting after Emma showed up at the restaurant. Greg knew how to read lips,


    so he could clearly make out what she was saying to Abigail in the video, even though there was no


    audio.


    When he deciphered the abuse that Emma had hurled toward Abigail, his face darkened considerably.


    This woman''s crazy, he thought of the former. He couldn''t believe that she had the nerve to go up to


    Abigail and curse in her face, after all he did to get her out of the holding cell. She didn''t even have the


    decency to be grateful.


    That said, he wasn''t sure just what Abigail intended to do about Emma. He had to admit that he felt a


    little guilty. After all, if he hadn''t suggested they let Emma out of the holding cell, maybe she would


    never have barged into Swanson Hut and called Abigail horrible names.


    This time, he wouldn''t interfere at all, even if Abigail wanted to have Emma exiled to the North Pole. He


    was just about to phone her up and ask if she had any ns to get back at her stepsister when he saw


    her text.


    Stunned, Greg clicked into it, and he straightened up in his seat when he saw the picture she had sent


    him.


    Ethan Nn? What''s he doing in Harrion? Wait! He zoomed in on the details of the background and


    narrowed his eyes. Did she take this picture on a ne? Where is she going? Doesn''t she know she''s


    still injured? Is she seriously going to just leave her two daughters here while she whisks them away to


    some unknown ce?


    An inexplicable twinge of anger seized him as he called her phone, only to hear a sweet automated


    female voice informing him that Abigail had her phone turned off.


    He was thunderous as he dialed the number for the airlinepany. "Let me know which flight Abigail


    Kain is taking, where the flight is bound for, and whether it has already taken off!"


    Greg was the fourth young master of Harrion. He couldmand the weather if he wanted, and


    naturally, the airlinepany didn''t want to get on his bad side. More importantly, heaven knew what


    might happen to them if they refused to heed his orders. They had to oblige him no matter what, and it


    didn''t take them long to give him the information he asked for.


    Abigail was on a flight bound for Marona, and the ne had only just taken off.


    Upon hearing that she was already on her merry way to Marona, Greg said icily, "Get me on the next


    flight bound for the same destination."


    After he ended the call, he made another one to Troy. "I need to get out of the country for an


    emergency. Keep an eye on my mom and my daughters; make sure they''refortable. Give me a call


    if anything happens. Leo can handle the matters over at thepany for now, but ask him to keep me


    in the loop at all times."


    "Yes, Mr. Buckley."


    Greg didn''t go home straight away after that and instead sped over to the airport to catch his flight.


    It was only when he had rolled to a stop outside the airport that he suddenly remembered he had yet to


    deal with Emma and Jonathan.


    He promptly took out his phone again, and this time, he gave ke Lowry a call. "Hey, ke. I need


    you to do me a favor."


    "What is it?"


    "Kain Corporation has been getting on my nerves recently, so I was wondering if you could help me


    teach them a lesson."


    On the other line, ke frowned in confusion. "You run apany in the industry, too. Why do you


    need me to help you out with something like this?"


    "Just help me out."


    "Fine," ke said, then hung up the phone.


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    Greg rubbed his nose, and there was a smirk on his lips as he thought, I can''t be the one to make a


    move against them. He was the Godfather figure that ruled from the dark shadows; if he were to strike,


    then it would be the end of the Kains. He had always preferred toying with his prey before finishing


    them off entirely.


    Having done all this, he boarded the ne with peace of mind.


    Abigail, on the other hand, had no idea that one picture would set off so many things at once. When the


    ne touched down, she got out of the flight without even sparing Ethan a second nce.


    Ethan narrowed his eyes dangerously at her retreating figure. A wicked look passed over his face as he


    said in hushed tones, "Have someone follow her. I don''t ever want to see that woman ever again."


    Not daring to dawdle, his assistant immediately did as he was told.


    After getting down from the flight, Abigail hailed a taxi to take her to the hospital she worked at, but that


    was when she noticed that there was a car tailing her. A dark look shed in her eyes at the realization.


    She was never one who got on anyone''s bad side that easily, and given her identity, most people


    tended to fight to get into her good graces. Who would bear a grudge against me?


    The only person that came to mind was the man whom she had attacked on the ne.


    She couldn''t believe that an adult man was petty enough toe after her just because she made him


    give up the seat that she had bought.


    Scoffing, she told the driver, "Sir, could you stop at that alleyway over there and let me get down?" As


    she said this, she paid the driver his fare through her phone application.


    The driver gained speed and drove up to the greenery right by the alleyway, but the car did not stop,


    only slowed enough to let Abigail open the door and jump out.


    She did it so quickly that anyone would have missed her alighting the vehicle.


    Then, she hid in the shadows of the alleyway and watched as the car that tailed her drove forward


    unknowingly. She let out a humorlessugh, but just as she was about to step out of the alley, she saw


    a Rolls-Royce Phantom approaching from behind. Coincidentally, whoever was in the backseat had


    rolled down the window and thrown something out.


    She noticed instantly that the man in the car was the same man who had fought with her over her seat


    on the ne earlier.


    Her eyes narrowed slightly. She had the sudden urge to follow him and see what he was up to, but


    when she remembered that she had a surgery lined up and it concerned a human life, she gave up on


    her stalking ns.


    With that in mind, she hailed a taxi and got to the hospital.


    The assistant registered her arrival and hurried to greet her. "Dr. Kain, the patient whom you will be


    operating on, is Zoe Huntington, the movie star."


    Abigail froze at this.


    She had operated on celebrities before this, but Zoe was the hottest new star in the entertainment


    industry right now, and everyone was saying that she had a really powerful sponsor backing her career.


    More to the point, celebrities wanted to be discreet about their private lives, and if a reporter somehow


    sneaked in to cover Zoe''s emergency operation, then Abigail would be in for a world of trouble.


    "Why did you schedule the surgery for a celebrity?"


    Abigail rarely ever took on celebrity patients, and her assistant was well aware of that fact. At present,


    the assistant sighed and said, "Mr. Hugh Romero was the one who rmended her here."


    This took her by surprise. Hugh? Could he be Zoe''s financial backer? Why didn''t I hear him mention


    this before? And to think he''s always prattling on about wanting to marry me. Looks like he has a


    girlfriend now.


    At the thought of this, Abigail let out a sigh of relief.


    "Okay, brief me on the patient," she said quietly as she made her way into her office. She needed to


    change into scrubs and go into the operation theater, pronto.


    The assistant walked behind her and informed in hushed tones, "Zoe met with an ident on set while


    filming; a long steel rod pierced through her chest, and the scan shows that it''s only a centimeter away


    from going through her heart. No one else would take up the surgery because of the high risk it bears."


    Abigail''s brows were tightly knitted. She didn''t think it was surprising that no one wanted to take up the


    surgery. With the rod so precariously close to the heart, the surgery to remove it would be an extremely


    complicated one.


    s, she was no ordinary doctor, but the best surgeon in the world. She wasn''t intimidated by the


    centimeter that kept the rod from impaling Zoe''s heart; she would still be confident enough to remove it,


    even if it was five millimeters.


    With a firm nod, she said, "Go get the patient ready for surgery."


    "Alright," the assistant replied, then hurried away to prepare for the operation.


    It was only then that Abigail returned to her office. She dabbed antiseptic on her healing wound and


    pulled on a clean change of clothes, then walked over to the operation theater.


    "What are you doing here? Are you a doctor here or something?" a familiar voice suddenly sounded


    from near the doorway of the theater.


    As Abigail looked up to see who was speaking, she immediately grew sullen, for standing outside the


    operation theater was none other than Ethan. At the sight of him, she demanded frigidly, "And what are


    you doing here?"