Chapter 198


    Hugh was admittedly shocked to see a flour-covered Greg looming up in front of him at the door. It was


    an unexpected sight and borderlineical.


    "Who is it, Greg?" Abigail''s crisp voice traveled from the living room. Upon hearing the gentle lilt of her


    tone, Hugh bristled as his gaze darkened imperceptibly.


    She really is here!


    "Just the delivery guy," Greg answered loudly as he stepped to block Hugh from view. An ominous look


    colored his face as he warned, "You''d better leave now before things get ugly." He had lowered his


    voice drastically that they were the only ones who could hear what he said.


    Jealousy had turned Hugh''s eyes red. He had half the mind to barge into the house, but it didn''t look


    like Greg was going to let him do it without putting up a fight. "Move!" he growled.


    "I see you have a death wish," Greg observed sarcastically. He had been holding back for Abigail''s


    sake, but it was clear to him now that Hugh had no intention of staying in line. Right now, he''s triggered


    by how loving and indulgent Abigail sounded earlier. He''s going to take me on in a fight even though


    he''s wounded. The thought had only just crossed Greg''s mind when Hugh suddenly swung his fist out.


    Being challenged by Hugh on his own doorstep rubbed Greg wrong, and he had run of patience.


    "Sweetheart, I''m heading out for a bit. Keep working on the ravioli and wait for me!" Greg called out


    gently, but there was no hiding the murderous gleam in his eyes.


    He quickly closed the door behind him and shoved Hugh onto thewn.


    On the other hand, Hugh was itching to kill Greg. He lunged toward him and dealt all the deadly moves


    he could think of, but Greg dodged them with ease andnded several punches on his wound.


    Although it was a low move, it was effective.


    Soon, blood seeped through the gauze that had been taped over Hugh''s wound, and the pain had


    sucked all the color out of his face. However, Greg did not let up with his punches and mercilessly


    forced Hugh to back away.


    In the past, Greg might have pulled back his punches as a favor to Hugh for taking care of Abigail and


    the girls, but the man had wanted him dead and even tried to kill him. As things were, whatever


    tolerance Greg had afforded him was gone, and mercy wasn''t something he had to spare.


    Greg pulled a feint, and Hugh had only been distracted for a second when he suddenly found himself


    locked in a chokehold.


    "You!" Hugh gasped angrily, but Greg did not loosen his hold on him. Instead, he looked even more


    murderous, and he seemed intent on strangling Hugh to death.


    Atst, Hugh panicked.


    He had believed that Greg was not as formidable as rumors made him out to be, and that it was merely


    because he was the Fourth Young Master of Harrion that he got to where he was today. He was even


    convinced that the only reason why Greg put up with his antics the past few times was because he


    didn''t want any trouble, and that he wanted to avoid a fight with him at all costs. However, he finally


    knew what danger felt like at this moment. He could see his life shing before his eyes, and the


    prospect of death tightened his chest and wrung out his heart.


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    "Don''t think that I won''t kill you, Hugh. You''re on my turf, and I believe I''ve given you enough chances.


    If you still don''t learn your ce, I don''t mind wiping you off the face of the earth without anyone


    knowing about it. I have plenty of ways to make Abigail think you left without saying goodbye. Try me if


    you dare," Greg bit out coldly as he tightened his arm around the man''s neck, pressing into his jugr.


    Hugh grimaced menacingly and spat, "Abbie will learn of your true colors soon enough! You think


    you''ve imed her as your own? Hah! Let''s just say that you''re not even the first man she''s been with.


    Do you know where I saved her from? I saved her from—argh!"


    Jealousy had twisted Hugh''s features and brought out all the ugliness in him. In fact, he was nning


    to tell Greg about the most disgraceful part of Abigail''s past. After all, he thought that there was no man


    in this world who could tolerate the fact that his woman had been screwed by some other guy before.


    Unfortunately, Greg had already reached out his left hand and pressed it hard against Hugh''s bleeding


    wound before thetter managed to get his words out. The pain made him cry out immediately.


    There was not a single ounce of warmth in Greg''s eyes as he bit out, "I know everything about her, and


    I won''t have youing to my ce to defile Abigail''s reputation and feed me stories about her. If you


    want to die so badly, I can do you the favor and send you on your way."


    As he said this, he suddenly produced a thin de between his fingers. It looked fragile, but it was


    sharp. The de was drawing close to Hugh''s neck when a crisp and alluring voice spoke up from


    somewhere. "Mr. Buckley, I saved that man because Abigail asked me to, and if you were to kill him


    now, I''d have a hard time exining it to her."


    Violet had shown up just in time. She knew that the man she was confronting right now was the dark


    emperor of Harrion, but that didn''t keep her from speaking up.


    Abigail had not kept in touch with her for five years, and when she did, it was to ask her to save this


    man called Hugh. While Violet wasn''t sure what personal grudges tied Hugh and Greg together, she


    didn''t want Abigail''s intention of saving the former to end up in vain.


    Meanwhile, Greg froze when he heard the female voice that had suddenly piped up out of nowhere. He


    swiftly kept the de and threw Hugh aside.


    On the other hand, Hugh staggered before he regained his footing. He managed to not humiliate


    himself in front of Greg, but he glowered at him nheless as he said maliciously, "You didn''t get to


    kill me today, but you can bet that I''lle for you and kill you with my own hands one day."


    "Go ahead. It''s not as if you''re so intimidating anyway," Greg replied with a scoff. He had been


    murderous a moment ago, but he now resumed his cold and imperious front. Then, he turned and


    looked at Violet icily. "You''re Abigail''s friend?"


    "Technically, I''m her senior. Hi, pleasure to meet you. I''m Violet." With that, she offered him a


    handshake.


    People would typically mber to be associated with the Fourth Young Master of Harrion, but Violet


    wasn''t one of those people. However, she still thought that he was a worthy acquaintance, and she


    figured there was no harm getting on friendly terms with him seeing as he meant something to Abigail.


    However, Greg acted as if he never saw her proffered hand as he said indifferently, "Get him out of


    Allie''s Garden after you see to his wound and don''t let him show up in front of me ever again, or I can''t


    promise that you''d be able to keep your word to Abigail. Also, my girlfriend is rather strict about me


    coming into physical contact with other women, so I''m afraid I can''t shake your hand. Sorry."


    Having said all this, he turned on his heels and left.


    Violet stared at her hand, which still hung in mid-air, and felt somewhat awkward.


    Strict, huh? She thought about how impassive Abigail was and sputtered at the idea of her being strict


    with her boyfriend.


    Next to her, Hugh stared after Greg''s retreating figure venomously, but he knew that he had lost out on


    the chance to kill the man where he stood today. However, he consoled himself by saying it didn''t


    matter, for there was plenty of time to plot his vengeance.


    Violet saw the mutinous glint in his eyes and sensed that he was not a character to be messed with,


    but she kept her tone neutral as she said, "Sir, I think we''ll have to go over those wounds again, and


    you''ll have to take my words seriously this time. Otherwise—"


    "Go away!" Hugh roared andshed out at her.


    Although Violet was a mere doctor, she had her own pride too. She had nothing to do with this patient


    in the first ce, and if Abigail had not asked her for such a favor, she wouldn''t havee to treat this


    ingrate of a man. Now, he was demanding that she get out of his sight, and that did not sit right with her


    at all.


    When one rubbed a doctor wrong, one had to bear their wrath.


    She smiled before lunging forward to grab Hugh''s wrist.


    At first, he didn''t think a delicate girl like her would actually hurt him, so he did not dodge when she


    reached his hand toward him. However, he was about to shrug her off when he felt an unnatural


    numbness in his arm.


    "You—"


    "How disobedient," Violet noted dryly. The next second, she did not hold back and struck him


    unconscious.


    Seeing as Greg had told her to get Hugh out of Allie''s Garden, she figured she could do the Fourth


    Young Master of Harrion a favor and have him owe her one.


    Afterward, she dragged Hugh''s limp body without much decorum and hauled him into her car before


    driving away from Allie''s Garden. She wasn''t sure where she was supposed to leave him, but she didn''t


    mind driving around while she pondered on the possibilities.


    Back in the house, Greg had watched the whole thing take ce from where he stood at the doorway,


    and he had to say he was mighty impressed with Violet''s skillset. Violet, is it? Very well! I''ll have to ask


    my buddies to go over to her ce of business and keep an eye on it.


    With that in mind, he felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and he turned to go into the


    house.


    Presently, Abigail was already done with half of the ravioli batch. When she saw Greg walk in, she


    smiled and asked, "What did the delivery guy want with you?"


    "He came to the wrong house. He''s a newbie who doesn''t know the area well enough yet. Since I live


    near the address he was supposed to deliver to, I brought him over instead," Greg replied easily.


    The excuse was unrefined, and Abigail sputtered when she heard it. I don''t know if he''s a bad liar or if


    he just doesn''t want to hide anything on purpose. Either way, she did not press further and let the


    matter drop by putting on a show of her conviction.


    "Go and get the water boiling. I''ll be done soon with this batch and we can get cooking," she said.


    "Okay." Greg was in a good mood after he had dealt with Hugh, and he was very obliging as he went


    into the kitchen to do whatever Abigail told him to.


    Meanwhile, Abigail stared out the window and thought about what she had witnessed just now. Then,


    she shook her head in disappointment.


    She originally nned on speaking to Hugh in person, but the incident just now made it clear that


    things had changedpletely. In other words, they could never go back to old times.


    The way Hugh had tackled Greg earlier showed his intention to kill. If Greg weren''t skilled in fighting


    and if Violet hadn''t shown up in time, things might have turned out pretty drastic today.


    At the thought of that, Abigail shuddered.


    She quickly pulled out her phone and texted Violet, ''Violet, could you bring him to Dock Number Three?


    I''ll arrange for someone to send him out of Harrion.''


    Violet did not ask any questions and merely smiled as she replied, ''Got it. You owe me a meal for this,


    and I will be sure to collect it!''


    ''You got it,'' Abigail texted along with an emoticon. At any rate, she was feeling considerably better.


    Given Violet''s skills, Hugh would likely sleep through the boat ride and wake up on his own turf.


    Abigail promptly arranged for someone to wait at Dock Number Three to take the man off of Violet''s


    hands, and she told them that it was imperative that Hugh be sent out of the city for good. As for


    whether he woulde back and threaten Greg without regard for his own life, she figured that it was


    completely out of her hands.


    After all, if Hugh really did have a death wish, there was only so much Abigail could do to protect him.


    When she was done making the arrangements, she finished up wrapping the ravioli and went into the


    kitchen where Greg was keeping an eye on the boiling pot of water.


    Just like that, the both of them cooked the ravioli and devoured them happily. It seemed as though


    Hugh had nevere by in the first ce and nothing ever happened.


    After finishing the ravioli, Greg insisted that Abigail went up to the bedroom to get some shut-eye. The


    womanughed in response and uttered, "Do I look like a piglet to you? One can''t just sleep right after


    a meal, you know. It''s bad for digestion."


    "You have a point, but you''re a patient right now, aren''t you? It''s important that you get enough rest,"


    Greg argued stubbornly.


    She couldn''t beat him, so she obediently shuffled up to the bedroom andy down in bed to take a nap.


    At that exact moment, Greg''s phone rang. He became grim when he saw the caller ID, and an odd look


    shed in his dark eyes.