Chapter 255
When Greg heard what Abigail said, he was taken aback. Oh my God, I havepletely forgotten
about my children.
She was able to tell what he was thinking by looking at his expression.
"How dare you say you dote on your daughter like that!"
He was rather embarrassed, but answered quickly, "Am I not with you? I don''t even recall my own
mother, let alone my wife or children."
"Get out!"
Abigail had never encountered someone as tant as him, but for some reason, her heart was
particrly whole.
He was definitely a jerk. Greg realized that hisments had not been in vain when he noticed that the
corners of her mouth had slightly lifted in response to his. He then smiled and said, "You remain here
and continue to y your game. I''ll pick up the children."
"Ask Amy to take care of them at home once you have picked them up. We''ll stay in the studio for the
next two to three days. The tournament begins in two days and we''ll go back after the match."
He was momentarily dumbfounded by her statement before he realized what she meant.
"Okay. It just so happens that special training is happening these two days. My only concern is that you
are not ustomed to it."
"I''m fine with it. I''ve even slept under a bridge when life was tough abroad, not to mention lounges,"
Abigail said nonchntly, but Greg felt bad.
During the five years in which he was absent from their lives, his wife and children endured an
intolerable amount of hardship, and he felt uneasy whenever he heard about it.
"What do you want to eat? I''ll get it for you when Ie back."
"Anything will do."
She wasn''t picky about what she ate. Recently, she was just a little bit tired.
Seeing that herplexion was off, Greg remarked, "You can lie down for a while. By the way, do you
want to take part in the team''s tournament?"
Should she express an interest in taking part, he would of course offer her a role. As long as she was
content, he was willing to give up his role for her.
Surprisingly, she responded by shaking her head and saying, "I do not wish to participate. I''m only here
to y for two or three days."
"In the beginning, aren''t you..."
"I thought at first that you guys didn''t have enough people and needed a yer. Richelle is an
experienced yer, therefore you should let her y. To be honest, even if I am faster than her in
terms of speed, I doubt I can beat her in terms of game technicalities and expertise. Competing with
her was a way to release stress. Many team members have put in a lot of time and effort to prepare for
this game. Don''t jeopardize their prospects of winning a championship because of my fleeting ambition.
I''m sure you don''t want it as much as I do."
The things that Abigail said made him very pleased.
"Thank you, Abigail."
"What is the point of a couple saying thank you? Hurry up. The children will soon be finished with
school."
Greg was pleased when she said "couple." At that very moment, he couldn''t help but think about the
registration of their marriage, so he asked quickly, "At first, you said that you would sign the paperwork
to be legally married to me after the situation with Philip was resolved. What if he manages to
escape from the prison?"
"Only if you find him can we talk about it." Abigail was messing with him on purpose, and sure enough,
his face fell.
"No, but why should Philip be involved when we get married?"
"I''d love to…"
He backed away and closed the door before she could finish what she was saying.
The conversation brought a profound state of mncholy in him. Right now, all he wanted to do was
head straight to the hospital and put Philip back in the detention center.
Greg, on the other hand, realized that this was not feasible.
Why is it so difficult to get married? He sighed and sped off in his car.
Abigail was feeling rather bored after being left alone in the lounge when she suddenly thought about
Richelle. Even though she had found Richelle annoying at first, she liked the way Richelle acted after
she lost.
When Abigail opened the lounge door, she saw everyone training hard with their heads down, as if they
didn''t know she was there. She couldn''t help but be impressed by their enthusiasm.
If she had been 10 years younger, she would have done the same thing.
She went over to Richelle''s training room. Richelle is performing a tedious hand speed exercise, and it
appears that recent losses have affected her hard. Even though experiencing a setback before a
significant game can help her regte her emotions, if she allows herself to be overly
preupied with it, it will not be healthy for her and it may have a psychological impact on her.
Abigail already had a n in mind.
Richelle was taken aback when she realized the person standing next to her was Abigail. "Is there
anything you need?"
"No, it is fine. I''m just bored, so I came here to y with you."
Richelle felt like hitting someone after hearing her words. This woman has just defeated me in a
friendly match, and now she''s back to embarrass me? Is she not worried that she will be able to
intimidate me to the point where she will be unable topete tomorrow?
"I have no time to y with you. Do what you should be doing. If not, you should go look for your
husband," she yelled. She didn''t realize Greg was gone until she said this. "Huh? Where is Mr.
Buckley?"
"He went to pick up my daughter."
Richelle''s demeanor didn''t bother Abigail, who discovered that Richelle had a tendency to take a
breather after defeating someone at a game.
Then, she could not refrain from asking, "Why did you stop after one kill?"
"To look for the next target," Richelle stated matter-of-factly.
"Isn''t it instinctive to kill someone?" Abigail asked.
"What?" Richelle was stunned upon hearing this for the very first time.
Abigail looked at her and exined to her, word by word, "It is extremely difficult for your eyes and
hands to be in sync with one another at the same time. There will be a gap even if your hand can follow
what your eyes see. Your field of vision is not restricted to a single point. Therefore, there is no need to
scrutinize every individual. You can save a lot of time by trusting your instincts and judgment. I''ve
noticed that you have very quick hands. You will be a lot better than you are now if you are able to
coordinate them with your intuition. If you can do that, you will be much better."
Richelle had never given this any thought before. By using the first impression to quickly pass the feel
and judgment of continuous kills rather than the eyes, one''s speed could easily be increased.
Her perception of Abigail had changed. "Let me try."
Richelle''s greatest strength was her ability to detect and correct errors in a timely manner. This was
something that Abigail found impressive.
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Richelle was initially in a situation over which she had no control, but she never gave up.
Abigail said nothing, but she took out her phone and began chatting. She had no idea what Addison
had been up totely and should start making ns as soon as Philip started taking action. ''What are
you up to?''
When Addison got the message from Abigail on WhatsApp, he waspletely shocked. She hadn''t
contacted him since he was out of the hospital. The thought of her and Greg together made him
ufortable. As a result, Addison had been keeping himself busy to stop these thoughts. He didn''t
expect her to contact him, though.
''I''m not too busy, Miss Abigail; do you need anything?''
''Yeah. Send some people to City Hospital and have them keep an eye on Philip in room 504. Please
notify me as soon as he takes any action. However, try not to draw attention to yourself. You only need
to follow him. I want to know what he ns to do.''
As Abigail exined, he could not help but feel disheartened. She hardly ever spoke to him except to
assign him work nowadays. Could their rtionship only be that of a superior and a subordinate?
He was somewhat reluctant. ''Miss Abigail, I miss you.''
Even though his palms were beginning to sweat, Addison summoned the courage to send the
message, but he quickly deleted it. Unfortunately, the bored Abigail had already noticed the message.
She was taken aback for a few seconds before realizing the message had been deleted. Then, she
remembered Addison''s flushed and embarrassed expression.
She couldn''t help butugh.
She had been so preupied these days that she had forgotten about him. It appeared as though this
foolish boy was concerned that she would no longer remember him now that she had a lover.
She was well aware of the sensitivity of orphans, having been one herself. ''I miss you too,'' she quickly
replied.
Addison was immediately thrilled by this text. Miss Abigail missed him? Could that be what he thought
it meant?
Before he could rejoice, Abigail sent him another message. ''You will always be my cherished younger
brother. You''ll always be a part of my family, no matter who is with me.''
Then, his excitement faded.
Family? Was he just a family member in Miss Abigail''s eyes?
The taste of bitterness lingered in his mouth and he felt the urge to cry. Did he break up with someone?
Neither has he confessed nor has he fallen in love.
Addison sniffed and awkwardly ced his phone down, but when he thought that Abigail might still be
waiting for his reply, he took out his phone and texted a single word.
"Oh."
He felt his tone was a little perfunctory after sending it. Will she overthink?
He quickly suppressed his sadness and sent another text. ''I will always protect you, Miss Abigail.''
Abigail''s heart warmed as she read his text. This child''s upbringing is not in vain. ''Be cautious when
you go on a mission.''
''I will.''
As soon as she put her phone down, she saw that Richelle had progressed significantly. Richelle really
seemed like a diamond in the rough.
"Not bad, you are learning fast."
"Mrs. Buckley, you''ve taught me well."
At this time, Richelle also noticed that her hand speed had increased steadily, so she called Abigail
Mrs. Buckley right away, which made Abigail feel a little funny. "Our ages aren''t that far apart. You may
address me as Miss Abigail."
"Is that allowed? Mr. Buckley won''t hit me?" Richelle was about to finish her question when she
suddenly remembered how well Greg and Abigail got along not long ago, which made her smile.
"Okay, from now on, you''ll be my boss. I''ll do anything you want. I have no regrets if I do not participate
in this tournament."
"Why don''t you participate? I''m not going topete."
Richelle was caught off guard for a moment by Abigail''s words. "Didn''t youe topete with me
for a spot in the tournament?"
"Do I have nothing to do? I just came over to y for two days."
Richelle was rendered speechless by Abigail''s words. "It''s too bad you don''tpete with hand speed
like that."
"I have another job; I''m a doctor."
Richelle was shocked by what she said. A doctor, in her opinion, is always gentle and generous, but
these three words are inappropriate for Mrs. Buckley, but that profession is extremely difficult and
sacred, so I believe she won''t need topete in thispetition.
When it was determined that they were notpetitors, Richelle was relieved. "Do you want to hear
embarrassing stories from Greg''s childhood?" she asked with a smile.