Not One, But Two!

Chapter 29

"What did you say?" Abigail swiveled around, looking surprised. But didn't Mom die of a disease? Is he suggesting something else? She squinted.

The look in Abigail's eyes reminded Philip of his ex-wife. They're the same. I knew it. That b*tch's daughter is just as crazy as she was. He said in disgust, "Let Emma go, and I'll tell you."

"You'd better tell me the truth, or I can destroy Emma and your family whenever I d*mn please. Try me."

Abigail's hands were shaking. She only had vague memories of her mother, and she had never seen her once for as long as she could remember. Ever since she was a kid, she had been bullied by Sasha and Emma. Sometimes she wished that her mother was alive. Perhaps I would have been a princess too.

But that was just a wish in the end. Everyone told her that her mother died from a disease not long after she was born. But now, Philip is saying otherwise. Abigail was interested. Emma is a fool. Even if I hadn't done that, she would still get sent into the slammer eventually. Mom's past is more important than she is.

She's threatening me again? He was about to lay his hand on her again, but she said coldly, "What? Still want to abuse me like you did five years ago? Or are you going to lock me up in the basement for a month like I'm some sort of garbage? You think I'd be a kid forever? I get it now. You killed Mom, didn't you, Philip? Just like how you abused me?" She stepped forth, and her eyes turned crimson.

Philip took a step back in fear. He thought he saw his ex-wife again, interrogating him. He was averting his eyes, but he too was angered. "How dare you talk to me like that? How dare you? You're just like your mother! You deserve to be hit!" He raised his hand again.

Abigail suplexed him and tossed him onto the ground.

Sasha screamed again, and she tried to get someone to help, but Abigail turned around, her gaze dripping with venom. "Make one more sound and I'll kill Emma like how you tried to kill me. Or I can spike her drink and toss her into an alleyway. Maybe get some men to f*ck her. I wonder if Jonathan will still like her if he knows she got gangbanged."

"No! You can't do something that cruel to her! No!" Sasha blanched.

"Oh, you know that's cruel, huh? So why didn't you think of that when you did that to me? And you! Philip! You. Are. My. Father. Did you even care about me when you found out what they tried to do?"

Abigail thought she had gotten over a lot of things, but now she knew she hadn't. Some hatred couldn't be forgotten that easily. She didn't do anything to them because they were, to some extent, her family. But they should not have threatened me. Emna deserves this. Why do they think I should tolerate their crotch goblin?

Abigail's eyes were crimson, as if she was an enraged wolf. The air around her seemed to have dropped to freezing point, and she wanted to murder. At that moment, she wanted to murder someone. Philip and Sasha noticed that, of course.

eerily. "Do you think I won't kill you?" she whispered. Her voice sounded gentle, but it was also

I am your father.

of me as your daughter?" She stepped

Murder!" Sasha cried murder and escaped, leaving Philip for dead.

a men's

for people like them,"

watched as he kept her scalpel and tightened the coat around her. "Scram,"

no intention of making deals anymore. He scrambled to

you here?" Her breathing was shallow, and she was

had a dark look in his eyes. "Alissa's in the hospital. I came here to talk about this. The doctors can't find out what's wrong with her, but she just won't

Abigail grabbed his

car." He held

care about anything else anymore. She got in his car

he felt sad for her. He thought a proud woman like her should have been living a laid-back life, but he never thought that her past would be this dark. He was reminded

Abigail onto him. So that was

went into hiding after she had her fun with him, but he never thought

couldn't imagine how she survived the last five years, nor could he imagine how she managed to escape the family and raise a kid on

Greg was thinking about, of course. She only cared about Alissa. "How is she doing?" She wore the sterilized clothes and went

a lot of tests, but we just can't find out what

her finger, she heaved a sigh of

sigh of relief, and they

left, Abigail said calmly, "So, an injection or

quickly sat up. "Do you have to go