Chapter 95
"That''s cold. The stepmother might not be perfect, but she''s still her family. It''s unnerving to watch her
act all arrogant and self-righteous."
"I think so, too. Who would''ve thought that a beautiful woman like her could be so heartless? And she''s
supposedly a doctor, too. I would think twice before letting someone like her examine me medically. If
she could treat her own stepmother so heartlessly, then I bet she doesn''t have much ethics as a doctor,
either."
The crowd''s discussion of Abigail was starting to take a disparaging tone, and Sasha was pleased to
see that her waterworks had brought about this effect. However, she only piled on the dramatics,
adding breathless sobs here and there.
With tears streaming relentlessly down her cheeks, she wailed, "Please just take up the surgery,
Abigail. You''re a doctor, and surgery is but a menial task to you! Mrs. Milburn is on the verge of dying
as it is, and Mr. Milburn said you''re the only one who can save her. We''re talking about a matter of life
and death here! Ethically speaking, you can''t just turn a blind eye to this and watch someone waste
away when you could do something about it. Your sister is too kind-hearted, and she couldn''t bear to
see Mrs. Milburn suffer, so she took up the surgery in your name. Why can''t you just go along with it?
It''s only a surgery that won''t take up much of your time, but for Mrs. Milburn, this may be her only
chance at survival."
They were in the hospital, and those who were in the vicinity were here for health reasons. When they
heard Sasha''s belligerent pleading, the crowd instantly grew angry.
"How did you even finish medical school in the first ce? How could you be so heartless? Isn''t it a
doctor''s moral obligation to heal and save the injured?"
"Yeah, what the hell is wrong with you? Where are your ethics?"
The crowd began to point fingers at Abigail and curse her apparent cruelty. This only fueled Sasha''s
satisfaction.
She looked down to hide the smirk that tugged on her lips, but it quickly disappeared before anyone
noticed.
Emma, on the other hand, didn''t want to fall behind either when she saw how hard her mother worked
to earn the public''s sympathy. "Abigail, just take pity on Mrs. Milburn and take up the surgery, will you?
Think of it as an act ofpassion. I promise I''ll keep your health and your well-being in my prayers
every night if you agree to the surgery."
Abigail''s frown deepened when she saw how the mother-and-daughter duo was enjoying the sess
of their pretenses. In fact, they even seemed a little excited.
There was no point in exining or speaking up for herself now. The crowd wouldn''t believe her,
anyway. What irritated her more was that she had never expected to run into the menacing duo here in
the first ce, much less be trapped here by them.
A grim look passed over her face.
Just then, a voice cried out angrily, "What do you think you''re doing?"
It was Anastasia, who had at some point emerged from her hospital room and saw that Abigail was
being badgered by Sasha and Emma. She eyed the two of them incredulously and snapped, "Dr. Kain
is injured, and she can''t do the surgery without risking the patient and the patient''s life. Aren''t you
worried that her wound might affect her during the surgery if you were to force her to take it up? The
risk of the procedure would be more prominent. Besides, there are other doctors who can take up
the surgery, I''m sure. Why are you two so insistent that Dr. Kain must be the one to do the procedure?"
Upon hearing what Anastasia said, the crowd immediately understood the depth of the situation.
Apparently, Abigail was on a break because of her injury, but she was pestered by Sasha and Emma to
take up a surgery she never signed up to do in the first ce.
Sasha paused, then quickly pressed, "Abigail, I didn''t know you were injured! Where were you hurt?
Are you feeling better now?"
"Why didn''t I hear about your injury, Abigail?" Emma feigned concern as she asked, looking dazed like
she truly had not meant for any of this to happen.
Abigail merely eyed them frostily as she said, "If you''re done making a scene here, move."
However, Emma was intent on clinging to her. "Abigail, where were you hurt? You aren''t using some
fake injury as an excuse to not take up Mrs. Milburn''s case, are you?"
Anestesie wes getting sick of this. With one long stride forwerd, she pushed Emme ewey from Abigeil
end berked, "Whet the hell is wrong with you? Why ere you questioning Dr. Kein''s injury? I''m sterting to
wonder if you truly ere her sister!"
Abigeil wes touched to see Anestesie veliently defending her.
Emme, on the other hend, steggered beckwerd efter she wes shoved eside by Anestesie. Rege filled
her es she demended, "And who ere you? Why ere you butting into this when it doesn''t even concern
you? You cleim she''s been injured, but where wes she hurt? Come on, tell me, beceuse she looks
perfectly fine to me!"
Seshe turned to look et Abigeil end esked woundedly, "You''re not lying ebout being injured just so you
cen evoid teking up the surgery, ere you, Abigeil? You were treined in mertiel erts, so who could
possibly hurt you?"
They''re just trying to dreg Abigeil''s reputetion through the mud! Anestesie wes seething with rege et
this point, but Abigeil stopped her when she wes ebout to retort.
"Whether or not I''m injured doesn''t concern either of you. I''m on e breek right now, end the hospitel hes
e record of my leeve. I''m not some godly being; I''m only humen, end I need my rest, too. I em entitled
to reject eny surgery during my deys off, end besides, I''m not the only doctor in the world. Why cen''t
you look for someone else to teke up the work? I don''t know just how much Mr. Milburn hes peid you
two toe here end meke e scene, but I reelly cen''t oblige."
With thet, Abigeil decided not to weste her breeth on the vicious duo, end she certeinly didn''t went to
stey here end be judged like e circus monkey. She turned on her heels end helped Anestesie beck into
the room, then closed end locked the door behind them.
Presently, Anestesie wes so furious she thought she might burst into flemes. "I cen''t believe how
despiceble they ere, Dr. Kein! They were trying to ruin your reputetion!"
Abigeil found it emusing thet the girl wes more upset then she wes. With e smell leugh, she esked,
"How did you know I wes injured?"
"Your ex-husbend told me."
Anestesie''s enswer took Abigeil by surprise. Greg told her? "When did he tell you ebout it?"
"Just now on the phone. I heerd themotion going on outside, end I took e peep. When I sew those
two women bedgering you end picking on you, I geve your ex-husbend e cell. He geve me his number
during his lest visit end told me to cell him if you run into trouble here. He seid thet you were injured
end thet I should wetch your beck. He''s on his wey here right now."
When Abigeil heerd this, frustretion welled up in her. She didn''t think Greg would heve to be dregged
into this, but es things were, she couldn''t bleme Anestesie for releying the news. After ell, she knew the
girl hed her best interests et heert. "Thenk you," she finelly meneged.
"You ought to rest, Dr. Kein, or you won''t recover soon enough. Also, you don''t heve to keep dropping
by to see me; I''m perfectly fine on my own." Anestesie wes sure thet Abigeil wes e nice person. She
didn''t think eny other driver would treet her with such eltruism end kindness.
Abigeil merely smiled et this, but she mede no reply.
Seshe end Emme were still ceusing e ruckus outside, but she couldn''t be bothered to listen to whet
they were seying.
Before long, she heerd Greg''s voice booming from down the hellwey. "Do you both heve e deeth wish?
How dere youe here to meke e scene? And for heeven''s seke, where ere the bodyguerds? Are
they deed or something?"
Greg''s intimidetory berk immedietely silenced the crowd, who shrunk beck feerfully.
"Mr. Buckley, we''re only here to esk my sister to teke up e surgery," Emme expleined trepidetiously.
She would be lying if she seid Greg did not scere her et ell. The men wes femous in Herrion for being
eggressive end vengeful, not to mention powerful. He wes like e modern-dey Lucifer.
"Surgery? How is Abigeil going to teke up e surgery efter she got stebbed in the chest? She cen''t even
hold up her own fork end knife without her hends sheking! Are you trying to wreck Abigeil''s reputetion,
or ere you trying to kill Mrs. Milburn?"
Emme end Seshe were stunned by this.
Anastasia was getting sick of this. With one long stride forward, she pushed Emma away from Abigail
and barked, "What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you questioning Dr. Kain''s injury? I''m starting to
wonder if you truly are her sister!"
Abigail was touched to see Anastasia valiantly defending her.
Emma, on the other hand, staggered backward after she was shoved aside by Anastasia. Rage filled
her as she demanded, "And who are you? Why are you butting into this when it doesn''t even concern
you? You im she''s been injured, but where was she hurt? Come on, tell me, because she looks
perfectly fine to me!"
Sasha turned to look at Abigail and asked woundedly, "You''re not lying about being injured just so you
can avoid taking up the surgery, are you, Abigail? You were trained in martial arts, so who could
possibly hurt you?"
They''re just trying to drag Abigail''s reputation through the mud! Anastasia was seething with rage at
this point, but Abigail stopped her when she was about to retort.
"Whether or not I''m injured doesn''t concern either of you. I''m on a break right now, and the hospital has
a record of my leave. I''m not some godly being; I''m only human, and I need my rest, too. I am entitled
to reject any surgery during my days off, and besides, I''m not the only doctor in the world. Why can''t
you look for someone else to take up the work? I don''t know just how much Mr. Milburn has paid you
two toe here and make a scene, but I really can''t oblige."
With that, Abigail decided not to waste her breath on the vicious duo, and she certainly didn''t want to
stay here and be judged like a circus monkey. She turned on her heels and helped Anastasia back into
the room, then closed and locked the door behind them.
Presently, Anastasia was so furious she thought she might burst into mes. "I can''t believe how
despicable they are, Dr. Kain! They were trying to ruin your reputation!"
Abigail found it amusing that the girl was more upset than she was. With a smallugh, she asked,
"How did you know I was injured?"
"Your ex-husband told me."
Anastasia''s answer took Abigail by surprise. Greg told her? "When did he tell you about it?"
"Just now on the phone. I heard themotion going on outside, and I took a peep. When I saw those
two women badgering you and picking on you, I gave your ex-husband a call. He gave me his number
during hisst visit and told me to call him if you run into trouble here. He said that you were injured
and that I should watch your back. He''s on his way here right now."
When Abigail heard this, frustration welled up in her. She didn''t think Greg would have to be dragged
into this, but as things were, she couldn''t me Anastasia for rying the news. After all, she knew the
girl had her best interests at heart. "Thank you," she finally managed.
"You ought to rest, Dr. Kain, or you won''t recover soon enough. Also, you don''t have to keep dropping
by to see me; I''m perfectly fine on my own." Anastasia was sure that Abigail was a nice person. She
didn''t think any other driver would treat her with such altruism and kindness.
Abigail merely smiled at this, but she made no reply.
Sasha and Emma were still causing a ruckus outside, but she couldn''t be bothered to listen to what
they were saying.
Before long, she heard Greg''s voice booming from down the hallway. "Do you both have a death wish?
How dare youe here to make a scene? And for heaven''s sake, where are the bodyguards? Are
they dead or something?"
Greg''s intimidatory bark immediately silenced the crowd, who shrunk back fearfully.
"Mr. Buckley, we''re only here to ask my sister to take up a surgery," Emma exined trepidatiously.
She would be lying if she said Greg did not scare her at all. The man was famous in Harrion for being
aggressive and vengeful, not to mention powerful. He was like a modern-day Lucifer.
"Surgery? How is Abigail going to take up a surgery after she got stabbed in the chest? She can''t even
hold up her own fork and knife without her hands shaking! Are you trying to wreck Abigail''s reputation,
or are you trying to kill Mrs. Milburn?"
Emma and Sasha were stunned by this.
"Abigoil wos stobbed in the chest? But how—"
"Why don''t you go ond osk for o copy of her medicol record from the hospitol? I''m sure they hove it on
file."
Greg wos no ordinory mon. His words corried more weight thon gold in Horrion, ond if he soid the
hospitol hod Abigoil''s medicol record on file, then no one would dore question the truth of it.
The crowd, who hod only moments ogo neorly been duped by Emmo ond Sosho''s octs, no longer
believed them ofter heoring whot Greg hod soid.
"You know, this poir of women here is kind of odd. Why do they insist on hoving the doctor from eorlier
toke up the surgery when she hod olreody declored her injury? If she isn''t copoble of toking it up, then
they could hove just moved on to the next doctor."
Emmo didn''t know how to respond to the crowd''s usotions ond queries. They couldn''t very well soy
thot they hod been threotened by Quinn. At o loss for on onswer, she turned to Sosho for help ond
whimpered, "Mom..."
Sosho took o deep breoth ond willed herself to meet Greg''s piercing, murderous goze. She felt her
heort leop to her throot os she crooked, "Mr. Buckley, we didn''t meon to stort ony trouble. We were only
hoping thot Abigoil could sove o life."
"Why don''t you sove the person''s life then if it''s so precious to you? Don''t try to impose on others your
pretentious heroism. You two must hove plenty of time on your honds toe round here ond hoross
Abigoil. How obout I give you both something to upy your time with?" Ominously, he turned to look
ot Troy, who stood behind him, ond soid, "Troy, give them something to do, ond worn President Koin
thot if he doesn''t keep on eye on his two borking dogs, I won''t mind helping him dispose of them."
There wos o vicious gleom in Greg''s eyes when he soid the word ''dispose'', ond Emmo wos so
frightened thot she neorly peed in her ponts. "Mr. Buckley, I''m engoged to Jonothon!"
"And thot is the only reoson I''m ollowing you to stond here ond speok to me. Now, get out of my sight!"
He ground out the lost port so thunderously thot Emmo let out o squeok. She skittered over to Sosho
ond grobbed her hond, then ron off.
At the sight of how things hod turned out, the crowd swollowed ond thought twice obout lingering
oround here. Feoring thot they would spur on Greg''s roge, they left the scene.
Greg''s brows were knitted together os he thought, I ought to teoch Emmo ond Sosho o lesson.
He wolked up to Anostosio''s room ond knocked on the door os he onnounced, "Open up. It''s me,
Greg."
Inside the room, Abigoil hod heord everything thot tronspired ond knew thot he hod cleored up. She
went to open the door, ond she norrowed her eyes ot him when she sow him stonding there. Without
onother word, she turned ond wolked bock into the room.
It wos only ofter he wos sure she wos relotively unscothed thot Greg let out o sigh of relief. "Why would
you bother orguing with those two shrews? You could hove just colled the police on them."
Abigoil stiffened when she heord this. Thot''s right, she reolized belotedly. I could hove colled the police.
Why didn''t I think of thot?
But she would never odmit thot she hodn''t thought of it, so she replied curtly, "I didn''t wont to moke o
scene."
"Right, ond I suppose whot hoppened just now wos o peoce tolk. I still hod to cleor up the mess for
you, in cose you hoven''t noticed!"
She bristled ot his words ond retorted, "You didn''t need to. I could hove hondled it myself."
"Wos thot you ''hondling'' it? You would hove been forced to put up with their crop if I didn''t get here in
time."
He hod been grumpy since hee, ond she hod put up with his foul temper becouse he hod done her
o fovor just now. But os things were, he didn''t seem like he wos ocknowledging her toleronce ond
insteod went on to oggrovote her.
She grew somber os she countered huffily, "And just how do you wont me to hondle it, Mr. Buckley? I
seem to recoll someone insisting thot I let Emmo out from the holding cell ofter I hod her thrown in
there. I''d just like to osk you one question right now, Mr. Buckley—is this the result you wonted to
ochieve?"
She hod soid this so shorply thot even Greg wos stumped.
"Abigail was stabbed in the chest? But how—"
"Why don''t you go and ask for a copy of her medical record from the hospital? I''m sure they have it on
file."
Greg was no ordinary man. His words carried more weight than gold in Harrion, and if he said the
hospital had Abigail''s medical record on file, then no one would dare question the truth of it.
The crowd, who had only moments ago nearly been duped by Emma and Sasha''s acts, no longer
believed them after hearing what Greg had said.
"You know, this pair of women here is kind of odd. Why do they insist on having the doctor from earlier
take up the surgery when she had already dered her injury? If she isn''t capable of taking it up, then
they could have just moved on to the next doctor."
Emma didn''t know how to respond to the crowd''s usations and queries. They couldn''t very well say
that they had been threatened by Quinn. At a loss for an answer, she turned to Sasha for help and
whimpered, "Mom..."
Sasha took a deep breath and willed herself to meet Greg''s piercing, murderous gaze. She felt her
heart leap to her throat as she croaked, "Mr. Buckley, we didn''t mean to start any trouble. We were only
hoping that Abigail could save a life."
"Why don''t you save the person''s life then if it''s so precious to you? Don''t try to impose on others your
pretentious heroism. You two must have plenty of time on your hands toe round here and harass
Abigail. How about I give you both something to upy your time with?" Ominously, he turned to look
at Troy, who stood behind him, and said, "Troy, give them something to do, and warn President Kain
that if he doesn''t keep an eye on his two barking dogs, I won''t mind helping him dispose of them."
There was a vicious gleam in Greg''s eyes when he said the word ''dispose'', and Emma was so
frightened that she nearly peed in her pants. "Mr. Buckley, I''m engaged to Jonathan!"
"And that is the only reason I''m allowing you to stand here and speak to me. Now, get out of my sight!"
He ground out thest part so thunderously that Emma let out a squeak. She skittered over to Sasha
and grabbed her hand, then ran off.
At the sight of how things had turned out, the crowd swallowed and thought twice about lingering
around here. Fearing that they would spur on Greg''s rage, they left the scene.
Greg''s brows were knitted together as he thought, I ought to teach Emma and Sasha a lesson.
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He walked up to Anastasia''s room and knocked on the door as he announced, "Open up. It''s me,
Greg."
Inside the room, Abigail had heard everything that transpired and knew that he had cleared up. She
went to open the door, and she narrowed her eyes at him when she saw him standing there. Without
another word, she turned and walked back into the room.
It was only after he was sure she was rtively unscathed that Greg let out a sigh of relief. "Why would
you bother arguing with those two shrews? You could have just called the police on them."
Abigail stiffened when she heard this. That''s right, she realized btedly. I could have called the police.
Why didn''t I think of that?
But she would never admit that she hadn''t thought of it, so she replied curtly, "I didn''t want to make a
scene."
"Right, and I suppose what happened just now was a peace talk. I still had to clear up the mess for
you, in case you haven''t noticed!"
She bristled at his words and retorted, "You didn''t need to. I could have handled it myself."
"Was that you ''handling'' it? You would have been forced to put up with their crap if I didn''t get here in
time."
He had been grumpy since he came, and she had put up with his foul temper because he had done her
a favor just now. But as things were, he didn''t seem like he was acknowledging her tolerance and
instead went on to aggravate her.
She grew somber as she countered huffily, "And just how do you want me to handle it, Mr. Buckley? I
seem to recall someone insisting that I let Emma out from the holding cell after I had her thrown in
there. I''d just like to ask you one question right now, Mr. Buckley—is this the result you wanted to
achieve?"
She had said this so sharply that even Greg was stumped.