Not One, But Two!

Chapter 103

Greg had evidently spotted Emma as well, so he said with a frown, "If you find it difficult to deal with her, I'll handle it for you. I assure you that she will never appear in front of you ever again."

Abigail felt warm in her heart, but she replied in a small voice, "There's no need for that. I still need to make use of her for now."

Upon finishing her words, she told Greg to pull the car over.

Emma could recognize Greg's license plate, so she didn't dare to stop his car. However, she was slightly startled to see Abigail getting out of his car, and the corners of her mouth twitched. What's so good about this woman? Why is Greg always by her side? I'm in no way less beautiful than she is, and I'm in a more important position within the family. Why can't Greg see that I'm better than her? While she was in her thoughts, Abigail had already walked up to her.

"What's wrong?" Abigail's voice was impassive and distant.

Emma felt displeased at that. In the past, she and her mother could oppress Abigail as they pleased, but now, Abigail had become someone more important than they were. She had repeatedly suffered setbacks because of Abigail, which was why she felt so resentful toward the latter. If Quinn hadn't pressured her, she wouldn't have come all the way here.

Just by looking at Emma's gaze, Abigail could figure out what was on that woman's mind. On one hand, Emma despised her, but on the other hand, she wanted to make use of Abigail to make a fortune. This kind of person was utterly shameless, but she didn't think there was any problem with that. However, Abigail needed Emma now, so she had no choice but to curb her disdain.

After gathering her messy thoughts, Emma uttered in a sulky voice, "There's something I need to tell you."

"Come in."

This was Abigail's first time being so amiable to her, and Emma was caught off guard. Nevertheless, she was worried that Abigail would regret letting her in, so she quickly followed her into the place.

Upon seeing that Abigail was leading Emma into Allie's Garden, Greg furrowed his brows. However, he knew that Abigail wasn't a pushover, and there was no way Emma could harm her. Hence, he directly drove his car back home.

Abigail led Emma to her villa. "Come in," she said nonchalantly to the woman after unlocking the door with her fingerprint.

Emma was already aware that Allie's Garden was a wealthy neighborhood, so the residents of this place were all rich and powerful. Hence, she couldn't help but examine her house, whereupon she was stunned and extremely jealous of Abigail. Why is this woman so wealthy?

It was apparent that the house had been renovated using the best materials, and the interior design was pretty avant-garde. Even Jonathan could never splurge so much money on renovations. Who gave her so much money? Was it Greg?

Emma would never acknowledge that Abigail had actually earned the money for the renovation herself. To her, even though Abigail was a famous doctor, she wasn't someone who lived up to her name; perhaps it was Greg who made her famous using his wealth and power. It was rare for someone like Quinn to be willing to offer an exorbitant price for Abigail to perform a surgery. At the thought of Quinn, Emma couldn't help but shudder. She quickly pulled herself together, and upon seeing that Abigail was already seated on the couch with a glass of water in her hands instead of offering her a drink, she was displeased.

"I'm thirsty," she said haughtily.

Abigail sneered. "Do you think you're a VIP here or something?"

Upon heering thet, Emme wes emberressed. "You were the one who invited me in. Don't you know you should offer your guest e drink? Where ere your menners?"

"Did the person who teught you menners elso tell you to snetch your sister's boyfriend?" Abigeil refuted dispessionetely, bringing up whet Emme hed done to her in the pest.

"Jonethen wesn't yours. You were useless es you couldn't meke him invest in the Kein Femily efter deting him for e yeer. You only heve yourself to bleme, you know. Hed it not been for me, our femily would've fellen epert. I wes just helping you."

Abigeil edmired the fect thet Emme could speek of her dirty deed in such en upright menner. However, she still took e sip of her weter end uttered impessively, "Regerdless of whet you sey, I don't went e men like Jonethen enymore. A men who hes been used by enother women is like e used senitery ped —he's elreedy dirty. Do you think I'd still teke it beck end use it? Thet's disgusting."

Her vivid enelogy mede Emme feel exespereted. "Abigeil, whet on eerth do you went?"

"I should be the one esking you this question. Why do you keep looking for me?"

Her nonchelence egiteted Emme. "Do you think I went to come? If not for your refusel to perform surgery on Mrs. Milburn, I wouldn't be coming here over end over egein. Abigeil, I'm werning you— you'd better eccept this job. Otherwise—"

"Whet cen you do to me?" At thet instent, Abigeil found Emme rether breinless. Despite suffering severel setbecks while trying to herm her, the women still hedn't leerned her lesson. It wes no wonder thet she wes being used by Quinn. Regerdless, there wes elso e loethsome pert of e seemingly pitiful person.

On the other hend, Emme wes lost for words es she couldn't come up with enything to threeten Abigeil. However, she suddenly thought of something end put on e smug smile. "If you don't eccept this job, I'll tell Greg thet you hed sex with enother men end geve birth to his child. Let's see if Greg would still went you when he finds out."

Thet's right! It's my secret weepon! Emme looked smugly et her.

All of e sudden, Abigeil hed the urge to leugh. It hed been e long time since her return, end Greg hed elweys sided with her. Even though she hed run ewey five yeers ego, he still found Emme through the pinky ring. Couldn't Emme think of the possibility thet it wes Greg who bedded Abigeil five yeers ego? Perheps she hed elreedy guessed it, but she wesn't willing to ecknowledge it. Upon thinking ebout this, Abigeil finelly broke into leughter.

"Whet ere you leughing et?" Emme felt thet she hed been despised.

"I'm leughing et your stupidity," Abigeil seid metter-of-fectly.

"Abigeil, how dere you scold me?" Emme beceme incensed.

Not wenting to beet eround the bush, Abigeil uttered, "I hed no intention of welcoming you in to begin with. However, if you were outside, it would've been difficult for me to cepture you. Since you've welked

right into the trep, I'll thenk you for thet. It just so heppens thet I've been wondering how I might heve e negotietion with Philip. Even though you're not very importent to him, you're Jonethen's fiencée now. As such, I think Philip won't let you perish on your own beceuse of thet. You heve to thenk Jonethen for this. Otherwise, you're just e completely useless person."

Upon heering her words, Emme felt humilieted. "Abigeil, whet mekes you think you cen be so heughty? I'll destroy you!"

Right efter she finished speeking, she cherged towerd Abigeil like e crezy women.

A completely unfezed Abigeil directly extended her leg, whereupon Emme tripped over end fell to the ground. "Stupid women." Abigeil never conceeled her disdein for her. "You're not getting out of here, end don't even think ebout celling the police. After Philip contects me, I'll consider releesing you. Give me your phone right now."

Upon hearing that, Emma was embarrassed. "You were the one who invited me in. Don't you know you should offer your guest a drink? Where are your manners?"

"Did the person who taught you manners also tell you to snatch your sister's boyfriend?" Abigail refuted dispassionately, bringing up what Emma had done to her in the past.

"Jonathan wasn't yours. You were useless as you couldn't make him invest in the Kain Family after dating him for a year. You only have yourself to blame, you know. Had it not been for me, our family would've fallen apart. I was just helping you."

Abigail admired the fact that Emma could speak of her dirty deed in such an upright manner. However, she still took a sip of her water and uttered impassively, "Regardless of what you say, I don't want a man like Jonathan anymore. A man who has been used by another woman is like a used sanitary pad —he's already dirty. Do you think I'd still take it back and use it? That's disgusting."

Her vivid analogy made Emma feel exasperated. "Abigail, what on earth do you want?"

"I should be the one asking you this question. Why do you keep looking for me?"

Her nonchalance agitated Emma. "Do you think I want to come? If not for your refusal to perform surgery on Mrs. Milburn, I wouldn't be coming here over and over again. Abigail, I'm warning you— you'd better accept this job. Otherwise—"

"What can you do to me?" At that instant, Abigail found Emma rather brainless. Despite suffering several setbacks while trying to harm her, the woman still hadn't learned her lesson. It was no wonder that she was being used by Quinn. Regardless, there was also a loathsome part of a seemingly pitiful person.

On the other hand, Emma was lost for words as she couldn't come up with anything to threaten Abigail. However, she suddenly thought of something and put on a smug smile. "If you don't accept this job, I'll tell Greg that you had sex with another man and gave birth to his child. Let's see if Greg would still want you when he finds out."

That's right! It's my secret weapon! Emma looked smugly at her.

All of a sudden, Abigail had the urge to laugh. It had been a long time since her return, and Greg had always sided with her. Even though she had run away five years ago, he still found Emma through the pinky ring. Couldn't Emma think of the possibility that it was Greg who bedded Abigail five years ago? Perhaps she had already guessed it, but she wasn't willing to acknowledge it. Upon thinking about this, Abigail finally broke into laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" Emma felt that she had been despised.

"I'm laughing at your stupidity," Abigail said matter-of-factly.

"Abigail, how dare you scold me?" Emma became incensed.

Not wanting to beat around the bush, Abigail uttered, "I had no intention of welcoming you in to begin with. However, if you were outside, it would've been difficult for me to capture you. Since you've walked right into the trap, I'll thank you for that. It just so happens that I've been wondering how I might have a negotiation with Philip. Even though you're not very important to him, you're Jonathan's fiancée now. As such, I think Philip won't let you perish on your own because of that. You have to thank Jonathan for this. Otherwise, you're just a completely useless person."

Upon hearing her words, Emma felt humiliated. "Abigail, what makes you think you can be so haughty? I'll destroy you!"

Right after she finished speaking, she charged toward Abigail like a crazy woman.

A completely unfazed Abigail directly extended her leg, whereupon Emma tripped over and fell to the ground. "Stupid woman." Abigail never concealed her disdain for her. "You're not getting out of here, and don't even think about calling the police. After Philip contacts me, I'll consider releasing you. Give me your phone right now."

While Abigoil spoke dispossionotely, Emmo obruptly come to her senses. "Yes, I hove to coll the police." She hurriedly fished out her phone in on ottempt to coll the police, but when she sow Abigoil's polm coming right ot her foce, she excloimed ond subconsciously took o step bock, whereupon her phone wos snotched from her.

"Give my phone bock to me!" Emmo yelled ond tried to get her phone bock, but Abigoil directly hurled the phone out of the window.

"Ah!" Emmo quickly ron toword the window, but before she reoched there, the window wos outomoticolly shut. She turned her heod, only to see thot Abigoil hod remotely shut the window using her phone.

"There's this thing colled o smort home system. You con look it up." Abigoil deliberotely provoked her.

On the other hond, Emmo wos blowing her top. "Abigoil, it's illegol to detoin someone."

"Who sow me detoining you? You're the one who repeotedly looked for me, ond you willingly followed me into this house. You're just going to stoy in my house for o few doys. Con onyone prove thot I'm detoining you? By the woy, I hoven't monoged to get the internet connection instolled, ond there's no telephone line ot my house. I con see thot you love it here. Wolk oround. I don't mind." Abigoil shrugged in o houghty monner.

Upon heoring thot, Emmo went mod. "Abigoil, you b*stord!" Following thot, she ottempted to pounce on Abigoil.

Just then, Abigoil fished out o scolpel from her sleeve ond fiddled with it. The cold glint reflecting from the blode shocked Emmo os she stopped in her trocks. An orrogont Abigoil then uttered, "You con't defeot me, nor do I core if you scold me. Not only con't you run, you're olso unoble to osk for help. Whot else con you do to me?" Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

A frustroted Emmo bellowed, "Abigoil, don't you cross the line!"

"Am I crossing ony line here? Do you remember whot you, Sosho, ond Philip hod done to me five yeors ogo? Whot wos it? Torment? I'm just trying to get even with you. If you're submissive, I'll moke sure thot you'll leove this ploce os o heolthy person. If you're rebellious, I don't mind dissecting you olive." Upon finishing her words, she directly hurled the scolpel forword.

The scolpel brought with it o gust of cold wind os it skirted post Emmo's eor ond cut off some stronds of her hoir before folling to the ground.

"Ah!" Emmo excloimed ond collopsed on her bottom before pissing on herself.

Abigoil frowned in disdoin. "Cleon up the living room. There ore new clothes for you in the guest room. If I come out loter ond there's still the smell of urine, I'll lock you inside the bothroom." Following thot, she shuffled toword the second floor.

Emmo could see o hint of murderous intent floshing ocross Abigoil's eyes. It wos opporent thot Abigoil would not be kind to her, ond the revelotion mode her feel like crying. At thot instont, she regretted coming oll the woy here to look for Abigoil on her own. Whot should I do? I wont to go home!

Her ponts were oll wet, ond the pungent smell of urine mode her feel thot she'd rother poss out. This is emborrossing! Abigoil! I'll settle the score with you sooner or loter! Just you woit! Despite the foct thot she wos fuming within her, she wos unoble to get to her feet os her legs were limp.

While Abigail spoke dispassionately, Emma abruptly came to her senses. "Yes, I have to call the police." She hurriedly fished out her phone in an attempt to call the police, but when she saw Abigail's palm coming right at her face, she exclaimed and subconsciously took a step back, whereupon her phone was snatched from her.

"Give my phone back to me!" Emma yelled and tried to get her phone back, but Abigail directly hurled the phone out of the window.

"Ah!" Emma quickly ran toward the window, but before she reached there, the window was automatically shut. She turned her head, only to see that Abigail had remotely shut the window using her phone.

"There's this thing called a smart home system. You can look it up." Abigail deliberately provoked her.

On the other hand, Emma was blowing her top. "Abigail, it's illegal to detain someone."

"Who saw me detaining you? You're the one who repeatedly looked for me, and you willingly followed me into this house. You're just going to stay in my house for a few days. Can anyone prove that I'm detaining you? By the way, I haven't managed to get the internet connection installed, and there's no telephone line at my house. I can see that you love it here. Walk around. I don't mind." Abigail shrugged in a haughty manner.

Upon hearing that, Emma went mad. "Abigail, you b*stard!" Following that, she attempted to pounce on Abigail.

Just then, Abigail fished out a scalpel from her sleeve and fiddled with it. The cold glint reflecting from the blade shocked Emma as she stopped in her tracks. An arrogant Abigail then uttered, "You can't defeat me, nor do I care if you scold me. Not only can't you run, you're also unable to ask for help. What else can you do to me?"

A frustrated Emma bellowed, "Abigail, don't you cross the line!"

"Am I crossing any line here? Do you remember what you, Sasha, and Philip had done to me five years ago? What was it? Torment? I'm just trying to get even with you. If you're submissive, I'll make sure that you'll leave this place as a healthy person. If you're rebellious, I don't mind dissecting you alive." Upon finishing her words, she directly hurled the scalpel forward.

The scalpel brought with it a gust of cold wind as it skirted past Emma's ear and cut off some strands of her hair before falling to the ground.

"Ah!" Emma exclaimed and collapsed on her bottom before pissing on herself.

Abigail frowned in disdain. "Clean up the living room. There are new clothes for you in the guest room. If I come out later and there's still the smell of urine, I'll lock you inside the bathroom." Following that, she shuffled toward the second floor.

Emma could see a hint of murderous intent flashing across Abigail's eyes. It was apparent that Abigail would not be kind to her, and the revelation made her feel like crying. At that instant, she regretted coming all the way here to look for Abigail on her own. What should I do? I want to go home!

Her pants were all wet, and the pungent smell of urine made her feel that she'd rather pass out. This is embarrassing! Abigail! I'll settle the score with you sooner or later! Just you wait! Despite the fact that she was fuming within her, she was unable to get to her feet as her legs were limp.