Not One, But Two!

Chapter 24

She trashed my car and trash talked me? D*mn her! Greg ordered his men to extract the security footage. He watched as Abigail punctured his car tires and hurled abuse at him. He was livid. How dare she?

As if knowing Greg would watch her, Abigail raised two middle fingers at the security camera after she sabotaged his car. He noticed that she was saying something, but the footage was silent, so he couldn't hear anything. He asked his men to zoom in to read her lips. After a long while later, he finally realized what she was saying. She said, "Here's the prescription to your harassment tendency. You're welcome. But d*mn, I have to get a rabies vaccine injection later."

Greg laughed mirthlessly. She called me a piece of sh*t last time, and now she's calling me a rabid dog? How dare she? He stormed off and got a ride home. If I don't teach her a lesson, she's going to get even worse.

Abigail wouldn't return to Allie's Garden, of course. She was no idiot, and evading Greg for the time being was the most important thing she had to do. She texted Alissa, 'I need you to get out of Allie's Garden by eight in the morning tomorrow. I'll take you home.' Abigail knew what she had to do. Once Valerie woke up and was confirmed to be in good health, her mission would come to an end. She would take Alissa with her without any worries left. Who cares what Greg has to say? Alissa's my kid. Nobody can take her away from me.

Alissa frowned when she got the message. Mommy's going back? But I still want to stay with Daddy. 'Can't we stay for a bit longer, Mommy?'

'No.' Abigail refused immediately.

'Okay.' Alissa texted back, feeling crestfallen.

Abigail kept her phone. When she looked around, she realized that she was in the shopping district. She used to love this place, but she only window-shopped every time. She couldn't afford anything here, since Sasha controlled all the finances. Every time a new season was in, she'd come with Emma to buy her clothes, but Abigail herself had no such privilege. All she could do was window shop. It was a bad memory, and Abigail sneered. It's in the past now.

She went into the mall that was standing beside her.

Alissa's a hyperactive kid. She's not ladylike at all, and she loves gender neutral clothes. Bought most of her clothes online too, and even Arianna's starting to get influenced. Abigail wanted to get Arianna a few dresses, while Alissa would get two pairs of boxing gloves.

She walked around, but a while later, a familiar voice sounded. "I want your latest clothes."

Abigail frowned. Emma? That's the last person I want to bump into. She would never forget what Emma did to her five years ago. She used to hold a huge grudge against her, but after her daughters were born, the joy they brought washed away most of her hatred. Most.

Well, I'm just a visitor now, and I'm leaving tomorrow. For good this time. Might as well avoid her. She turned around and pretended to look at the clothes in the store, waiting for Emma to leave before she did. But this is an urban romance novel, and thus, drama would take place.

Emma noticed the clothes Abigail was holding, and she stopped in her footsteps. "I want this one too!" she demanded arrogantly, pointing at the clothes Abigail was holding.

The sales assistant was put in a difficult place. She didn't want to cross Emma, so she went up to Abigail apologetically. "I'm sorry, miss, but there's only one of those left in our store. Can you—"

never expected Emma to be as haughty as she used to

Why are you here? Do you have any idea how much that costs? You think a pauper like you can afford it? What a

she was five years ago. Abigail didn't even waste her breath talking to Emma. She took a credit card out of her bag and handed it to the sales

the card, then she took it with trembling hands. But

who I am? If you sell that shirt to her,

limited edition black card. Usable worldwide, and the credit is unlimited.

you say?" Emma was

don't even recognize this card, and you call yourself a socialite? Aren't you

ladies who came from rich families as well. She could see the mockery in their eyes, so Emma snatched the card away and snapped, "Of course I know this is a black card. That's mine! You stole it from me! I'll call Dad, and he's going

happening, and they knew

sister, Emma? You never told me you

much better

than she was. "She's my sister, but my dad chased her out five years ago. She might look innocent, but my father chased her out because she slept around with a lot of people. Even if she is rich, she must have gotten her money by sleeping around. I was wondering where my black card went, and it turns out you took it. But you're still my sister, so I'm willing to let you

the card for herself, but Abigail sneered. "Call the

say?" Emma was stunned. She seems different than how she used to be,

time explaining herself. She whipped

started to panic after her bluff was called. "Are

cut ties with you five years

starting to

be this lady's

explained. But when she thought how calm Abigail looked, and that she had called the police, she quickly gave her back the clothes. "Fine. I won't take this

back my card." Abigail extended

blatantly, "This card

wait for the cops then." Abigail wasn't worried

here, as long as I know the passcode, they won't believe that the card is hers no matter what she says. "Fine, but don't cry, you know." Emma sat down smugly, as if she

the ladies saw how confident Emma was, they started to give Abigail dirty