Not One, But Two!

Chapter 21

When Abigail's eyes lit up, Greg noticed her subtle reaction and confirmed that his suspicions were right. Thus, he chuckled coldly and said, "You'd better hope I don't find anything, or else…"

"I'm not going to waste my breath talking to you." Abigail turned around and made her way toward Alissa's room.

The moment she entered the room, she was slightly stunned—it seemed like it was Greg's room. The interior of the space had a simplistic black and white theme to it, and Alissa could be seen curled up in the large, white bed as she slept adorably.

Abigail walked closer and removed the blanket that was covering her face. Upon sensing the child's steady breathing in her sleep, Abigail smiled and felt surprised about the fact that Greg was so certain that Alissa was his daughter. At the thought of that, she wasn't sure if she should be happy or sad about the matter.

All of a sudden, Alissa grasped Abigail's arm in her sleep while she mumbled, "Daddy! I have a daddy, so stop laughing at me!"

Upon hearing her daughter's words, Abigail couldn't help but feel a stab of pain in her heart. As she looked at the smile on Alissa's face, she felt a pang of guilt surging through her.

Over the years, she always made sure to give her daughters the best life and education they deserved. She did everything she possibly could to make that happen, but even so, she failed to fill the emptiness within her children's hearts.

Is it really that important for them to experience fatherly love?

When Abigail was younger, Philip had married Sasha and took her home along with Emma. However, her life took a turn for the worse when Philip chose to stand by and do nothing to stand up for her every time Sasha wronged her. Instead, Abigail was the one who always received the scolding and lecturing.

As time went by, she started to think that her father would never protect her at all. Thus, she naturally thought that a father figure wouldn't make a difference in changing her children's life for the better until she witnessed the desire on Alissa's face. As her daughter's expression made her tears well up in her eyes, she stood up and walked toward the window.

In front of Abigail was the bird's eye view of the entire city of Harrion, yet she was worried about her younger daughter, Arianna. As she wondered how her daughter was doing, Abigail reached for her phone and video called her daughter. As soon as the call connected, Arianna was seen lying in bed in a sickly manner.

"Mommy, when are you coming back with Alissa?" Arianna appeared to be wearing her pajamas with cartoons on them as she rubbed her nose non-stop.

"I don't think I'll be back anytime soon. Something has come up with my latest surgery, and I need to get it fixed, my dear. How do you feel now, Arianna?" Abigail asked in a concerned manner.

"Much better."

"I thought we stored some medicine for you in case of an emergency, right? How did the asthma attack happen?" Abigail couldn't figure out the reason behind Arianna's latest attack. After all, Arianna's congenital asthma was the biggest reason that motivated Abigail to venture into the medical world.

Arianna shook her head. "I don't know. I remember putting it in front of the computer, but it was gone after that. Perhaps I misplaced it or something."

"Who touched your computer?"

one, but I think Alissa used the

come as a surprise to Abigail that her elder daughter might have carelessly knocked the medicine over from the

I heard you,"

I'll arrange for someone to deliver you your meals." Abigail couldn't stop

"Don't worry about me, Mom. Papa said he'll take me to his place where I

froze when she heard that. "Your

Papa is back." While Arianna happily answered her mother's question, Abigail

you to be with

the sound of a car's engine and happily asked, "Papa

I'm a little busy right here, but I want you to behave yourself

Arianna quickly ended the

treat her daughters well nonetheless. As soon as Abigail hung up the call and turned around, she saw Greg standing at the door and was frightened by the sight of the man. "Oh, gosh! Are you a ghost or something? I didn't hear your footsteps at all. Besides, why didn't you knock before you entered the room? I didn't know you had a habit of listening in

the lady, "This is my room, so

in response. "What did you hear?" Her heart was pounding rapidly. After all, she didn't want Greg to learn about Arianna's existence because Alissa had

went straight to Alissa's bed to sit there. With his eyes focused on the girl's

I'm talking to you." Abigail experienced the man's silent

in a hushed tone, "My daughter is sleeping. Can't you see that? If you want to talk with your 'sugar daddy' over the phone, do it outside. I don't want you to set a bad example for my daughter right here." The man nearly succumbed to his anger. Papa?! I can't believe she has a sugar daddy! While sugar daddies were nothing strange in modern society, he didn't think Abigail would pursue a life of comfort and wealth at the cost of her pride and decency, but he knew it wasn't easy for her to raise her two daughters alone. As his

must have missed the earlier part of the conversation. She then heaved

it to me, Abigail. I wouldn't have given a damn about how you lived your life if this happened back then, but now that I'm aware of my daughter's existence, I don't want her to hang around with a promiscuous mother like you. From now on, I'm going to take back my daughter's custody," Greg responded in

daughter, Greg! You want the custody back? Sure, tell that to yourself in your dreams!" Abigail was

me then." Greg finished his sentence and looked away as he spoke in a deep voice. "Get out of

or something? Now, he's even forbidding me to show up in front of my own child?! Is he out of

taking my daughter out of

can leave, but my daughter stays! Besides, don't you dare touch her—I don't want her to inherit any of your disgusting

man's face, only to have her wrist caught by the man mid-air. "Do you think you can just slap me in the face all you want?" The moment he flexed his wrist, Abigail was sent flying onto the

you to stop me

saw Greg wiping his hand with a piece of tissue paper with a disgusted look on his