Not One, But Two!

Chapter 225

Abigail's leg began to throb in pain. She had been walking for so long that it had started protesting at her rough treatment.

She returned to her car and took off her shoes to see her ankle swelling. Even if her medical tincture was unique, it was not a miracle cure because her ankle would not get better instantly.

The pain nearly overwhelmed her, but she clung to her worry for Greg.

He was definitely heavily injured. Why else would he refuse to let her know where he was and reject all of her calls?

The nerve of the man!

Once she had found him, she would definitely give him a proper beating.

She sat there, brooding. Eventually, the pain began to fade away slightly. Finally, she wore her shoes again and started driving to the secret hospital at breakneck speed.

It was located in a private residential area on the city's outskirts. There were many guards stationed around the gate. When they spotted Abigail's car pulling closer, one of them stepped up to stop her.

"Apologies, Miss. This is a private residence. Please leave."

Abigail turned to look at the forest and grass plain behind the mansion. "Is that area also part of the private residence?"

"Our young master owns this part of the land. Hence, you cannot enter."

She heard the order for her to scram loud and clear, so she decided to get straight to the point. "I'm looking for Greg Buckley or Benjamin Wallis."

The security guard was stunned. "Who are you to Mr. Buckley?"

"I am his wife."

When the guards heard that, they froze.

"Mr. Buckley has yet to marry or be engaged. He does not even have a girlfriend. Please leave!"

The guard speaking began to reach for the weapon strapped to his waist.

She glanced at his belt. Something was bulging near the area that seemed like a gun.

No civilian in this country was allowed to bear arms, yet he was blatantly carrying his guns around. Was he not afraid she would report them?

She suddenly realized there was something unfamiliar about these men.

While she did not know everyone who worked with Greg, these men had a specific air around them that those people did not. These men felt like soldiers.

"You are military?"

The man's face clouded over. "Stay, and you only have yourself to blame for what happens."

Abigail was right in her guess.

The guards were soldiers.

This had gone far beyond her expectations. Nevertheless, it was not up to them to deny her access to where she wanted to go or who she wanted to see.

"Move! I will say it one more time; I am here for Greg!"

She got out of the car in a rage of fury.

When he saw her do that, his eyes went cold. "Pardon us for our crass manners, then."

He then attacked her.

She did not retreat. Instead, she punched one of the guards who attacked her.

The nose was the most fragile spot on a person's face. The taste of blood and pain made the man falter. She seized the chance to then throw him over her shoulder.

The other guards all turned to look over when they heard the crash.

It had been a long time since she had a proper fight. There had been so much stress building up lately that she had been feeling frustrated. Even now, when she was looking for her man, she was being stopped by rude people of the opposite gender.

She stripped out of her jacket, revealing the tank top she wore underneath.

Her skin was extremely fair. Combined with how much she practiced and trained, her figure was incredibly alluring as her skin glistened in the light.

The men had been bored this whole time. So, when they saw Abigail take off her jacket, they could not help but gulp with desire.

"I'll take all of you together," she said with a sneer.

The men were stunned at her brazen attitude. Then, when she charged swiftly at them, they were even more shocked by her speed.

They had never seen anyone move so fast before, other than Greg.

She had taken down two of them in the few moments they spent blanking out. Then, before the others could even get close to her, she whirled around in an extraordinarily fluid and powerful kick.

The men thought of going easy on her since she was a woman, but they went berserk when they saw her take their friends down.

The battle started in earnest.

Abigail did not remember how long it had been since she fought seriously. It seemed as if she had never been in a life-or-death fight since leaving Hitman Island. Now, she could vent her anger and frustration with her fists. Soon, she was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her curvy, glistening figure made all the men's mouths go dry.

Frankly speaking, it was not a beating. It was a massacre in terms of how she tormented their minds as well.

Just as they were about to collapse, Valerie was finally notified of what was happening. When she saw that it was Abigail, she quickly ordered the men to stand down.

"Let her in now!"

"Mr. Buckley said to not let her in or to let her know he was hurt."

Benjamin did not know what to do.

"He's going to die," Valerie coldly stated. "Are we just going to sit idly by? Anyway, we did not tell her to come here. She came here on her own. It is not going against his orders if that happens. Furthermore, she is the best surgeon in the world. Perhaps she can save him."

At that thought, he wavered between the orders that he received from Greg and Valerie's current instruction.

He remembered how Greg was covered in blood as he clung to the last threads of life, and he shuddered with fear. If Mr. Buckley died, Abigail will be the first to kill me.

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"Now, go!"

Benjamin was so slow that Valerie felt like she was going to panic.

Benjamin was not like Troy. He was a stubborn man who thought he should only listen to Greg since he was Greg's assistant. No matter what she said, he would not obey her. Sometimes, he would even protest her commands.

He made her feel highly exasperated, yet she liked someone like him since a good assistant should only ever be loyal to one person.

She was an old woman. The future of the Buckleys and Night Assassino was in Greg's hands. It was for the best that Benjamin only obeyed Greg's orders.

He swiftly ran out of the mansion. He was stunned when he saw Abigail having a blast beating down the men.

He had known she was a good fighter, but he did not realize just how good she was. Even though about five men surrounded her, everyone could see that she was going easy on them. More

importantly, these men were the best fighters that they had.

Just as he was about to speak, he realized she only had a tank top on. The moonlight shining down her skin gave her a soft glow. Combined with the sweat on her skin, it gave him some rather improper notions.

Goodness, gracious!

If Greg found out about this, everyone here would have their eyes gouged out!

At that thought, he hurriedly wore a pair of sunglasses before approaching Abigail.

"Ma'am, stop. Mr. Buckley is hurt, and we have no surgeons here. Please come in now."

Once she heard Benjamin's words, she abruptly stopped.

When the men heard him call her "Ma'am", they all froze. They then turned to look at the pair of sunglasses he had on and frowned.

"Benjamin, why do you have those on?"

"To avoid disaster."

He then picked up her jacket and handed it to her with his eyes closed. "Your jacket, Ma'am."

Abigail froze. She was currently covered in sweat, and it would be uncomfortable to put her jacket back on.

"We have some new doctor's coats," he hurriedly added as if a thought just struck him. "Why don't you take a shower as well?"

"It's fine. Just give me the coats. Also, you have three seconds to tell me everything."

There was a terrifying aura around Abigail.

It reminded him of Greg. Oh, his life was so hard.

He only had three seconds.

After a pause to organize his thoughts, Benjamin said, "Mr. Buckley went to set your dorm on fire. He had planned to get rid of everything there, but someone found him. The other person shot him without warning. Mr. Buckley dropped to the ground, avoiding the bullet, but the attacker bombed the entire place. The building collapsed, trapping him inside. Just then, Interpol arrived. Everything was a mess. I snuck away in the chaos with Mr. Buckley on my back."

As he led her inside, he briefly summarized the entire situation.

As expected, this was all because of her.

Her heart throbbed in pain. "Where is he?"

"In the operating theater."

"Ma'am, he's unconscious," Benjamin said. "Before he passed out, Mr. Buckley ordered that no one can tell you anything about his situation, and no one is allowed to bring you here. Of course, we did not dare disobey him, but thank goodness you came. Otherwise, he might..."

She shot him a sharp look at that.

Suddenly, he realized he had been about to curse their situation. "Oh, no, no, no! I meant nothing by it! I said nothing!"

"Well, you've said it. Get me a basin full of hot water."

He heaved a sigh of relief. "Yes, Ma'am."

Benjamin hurriedly brought her a white doctor's coat and only took off his sunglasses when she had put them on.

"Did you not say it was to avoid disaster?" Abigail's voice was calm and even.

"Yes, but it's fine now," he said with an awkward smile.

"Don't worry. He will not demand your eyes. But, the other men... Be sure to tell Greg just how they bullied me."

She left as soon as she finished speaking.

He froze, then shivered hard.

Goodness, gracious!

Do not offend Ma'am! No matter what, do not do it!

It was a matter of life and death.

If Mr. Buckley found out those fools had fought with Abigail and even touched her bare skin, the consequences would be catastrophic.

Thank goodness he had the good sense to avoid doing any of those things.

He clenched his hand around his pair of sunglasses. From now on, he would always bring them with him!

As for Abigail, she did not care what Benjamin thought of her words. Instead, she strode straight toward the operating theater as he had directed. There, she found Valerie pacing before the door in distress. The panic and worry she saw on Valerie's face were extremely upsetting.

"Why bring him here if there are no doctors here?"

This whole time, Abigail was under the impression that this was a private hospital. That was what Victoria said. However, there were no surgeons here, and she could not help but doubt those claims now.

Valerie was enraged by the criticizing and questioning look in Abigail's eyes. After all, she was Greg's mother. Would she harm him?

Still, she held her anger back when she saw the worry on Abigail's face and sighed. "The surgeon was shot on the way here."

Abigail froze when she heard something so unpredictable.