Not One, But Two!
Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Chapter 47

This guy doesn't know how to take care of himself at all! Fresh blood was trickling down his back, butAbigail knew that Arianna would definitely replace out about her father's injuries if Abigail called Greg tostop walking right then. When Abigail thought about how her daughter might get worried over Greg'sinjuries, she felt rather uneasy. I spent all these years taking care of my daughter, yet now, it feels likesomeone is snatching her away from me. It makes me feel hollow inside.

Abigail frowned for a while before she decided to take her jacket off. She threw it over Greg'sshoulders. "Hmm?" The faint, pleasant scent of her jacket made Greg freeze for a moment. He turnedaround to replace a woman's jacket hanging from his shoulders, and the corner of his lips twitched at thesight of it. "Did you make a mistake, Dr. Kain? I'm no damsel in distress."

Abigail took Arianna from his arms before speaking to him in a quiet voice. "You're the opposite—you'repractically made out of stone. You're like a rock that doesn't bleed." She carried Arianna in her armsand walked off after that. Greg's movements paused for a moment before he understood what shemeant. Perhaps my back is bleeding.

All of a sudden, a warm, fuzzy feeling filled his chest. Greg ordered his assistant to prepare a jacket forhim before he chased after Abigail. He didn't seem to care what others thought about the women'sjacket he was wearing.

For some reason, Arianna felt like there was some tension going on between her parents. No wonderAllie claims that Mom and Dad are always fighting. Sigh! What should I do about this? Why would theydecide to reunite if they fight all the time? Arianna was troubled. "Mommy, do you not like Daddy?"Arianna whispered in Abigail's ear.

"Hmm. I don't really like him, I guess." Abigail didn't bother to hide anything. She wasn't worried abouthurting her child—she figured that it'd be better to tell Arianna the truth instead of lying to her. However,Abigail softened her tone when she saw Arianna pressing her small lips into a pout.

"Regardless of whether Mommy loves your Daddy or not, our love for you will always be the same,"Abigail added.

"That's not what I want," Arianna mumbled.

"What did you say?" Abigail didn't hear her clearly. However, Arianna merely shook her head beforegiving Abigail a pretentious laugh. What should I do now? Arianna thought. Mommy doesn't like Daddy.Does Daddy not like Mommy too? If they both don't like each other, does that mean that our family willbe separated? Arianna's little brain was racing at the speed of light.

Greg didn't know what was going on in Arianna's mind, so he changed the topic after catching up withthem. "Let's eat at Swanson Hut. The food there tastes good, and their oil is of better quality."

"How do you know they don't reuse their frying oil?" Abigail simply didn't want to agree with Greg. Shedidn't use to be that childish, but she was growing increasingly wary of Greg's presence after she foundout that her children were fond of him.

Greg could tell that Abigail was being picky on purpose, but he didn't bother to get petty with her."Because I own Swanson Hut."

"Are you saying that on top of traveling globally, you're also in the food and beverage industry?" Abigailasked.

"Can't I do that?" he asked in return. Greg no longer had the energy to maintain his good mood in theface of Abigail's odd temperament. He had never been a good-tempered man, anyway.

Arianna quickly butted in when she saw that her parents were about to start fighting. "Mommy preferseating vegetarian food. Daddy, do you have vegetarian food at the place you're talking about?"

"Of course." Greg's eyes were filled with love whenever he gazed at his daughter. Abigail's face turnedrather sour, but she couldn't bear to let her daughter down. "Let's go, then," Abigail replied.

Greg led them to Swanson Hut after Abigail agreed to it. When the cashier of Swanson Hut saw thattheir boss had entered the store, the cashier hastily prepared a private room for them. Since it was pastlunchtime, there weren't a lot of customers in the store. It was relatively quiet today. Greg ordered somefood that was suitable for Arianna before he handed the menu to Abigail.

Abigail didn't have much of an appetite. All she could think about was when she was going to receiveher mother's information. However, she knew that she couldn't rush it, and she knew that she had tostay until Greg's injuries healed since he had gotten injured because of her. After ordering a fewdishes, she put the menu down.

"Why are you eating so little? Are you on a diet?" Greg knitted his brows together. Is she causing metrouble again? Is she indirectly trying to show Arianna that I'm mistreating her? Abigail simply ignoredGreg's tone of voice. "I was too hungry earlier, so I can't eat much now," she uttered flatly.

The moment she finished her sentence, Greg thought about his driver's neighbor—the widow who hadbrought her children up on her own. The look on his face softened when he recalled how Abigail hadgastric issues. "Well, you should still eat a little more. Why don't you drink some soup to warm yourstomach?" After finishing his sentence, he ordered soup for her without waiting for her response.

Arianna curled her lips into a smile when she saw the interactions between both her parents. It seemslike Daddy and Mommy's relationship isn't that bad, after all. The young girl secretly snapped a fewpictures for Alissa. 'Allie, do you think Daddy and Mommy will get back together?'

'I don't know.' When Alissa saw Arianna having lunch with both her mom and dad, she felt extremelyjealous. However, she wasn't in the mood to pay much attention to them. 'Don't contact me for a fewdays. I'm a little busy right now,' Alissa told Arianna.

Arianna immediately understood what was going on after seeing what her sister said. She quicklyresponded with a text. 'Alright. Take care. Don't get injured.'

'Don't worry. Papa's here with me,' Alissa replied. Although that was what she claimed, Arianna wasstill worried when she imagined the sight of Alissa fighting without a care for her own life.

Greg turned around to see Arianna frowning and staring at her handphone. "What is it, Arianna? Whoare you texting? Why do you look so unhappy?"

"I'm—"

"Let's eat." Before Arianna could tell Greg that she was texting Alissa, Abigail interrupted theirconversation. Arianna froze for a moment before she realized something, while Greg shot Abigail adisapproving look. "It's not nice to interrupt your daughter," he uttered.

"It's not nice to stick your nose into your daughter's business either," Abigail retorted. Greg nearlychoked on his food upon hearing her words. "I'm not sticking my nose anywhere," he replied. "I'm justcaring for her."

"Who knows what the truth is?" Abigail muttered. Greg felt the urge to lose his temper whenever Abigailspoke in her relaxed, nonchalant tone. She will only feel good after making me mad, won't she?

Greg quickly clarified his intentions with Arianna. "I wasn't trying to pry, Arianna. I just care about you."

"I know, Daddy. It's fine. I'm chatting with a friend, and she's been rather busy recently, so I wasreminding her to eat her meals." Arianna beamed as she spoke, but she felt rather uneasy deep down.

It feels so bad to lie to Daddy. When will I be able to tell him about Allie? Arianna took a look at Abigail,but Abigail simply shook her head.

Fine, then, Arianna thought. I'll listen to Mommy. Arianna felt rather guilty toward Greg, so she pushedone of the delicious-looking cakes in front of her to Greg. "Try this, Daddy."

"Good girl!" Greg was used to having others serve him, but it felt different since it was the first time hisdaughter was doing it for him. He happily munched on a mouthful of the cake—it felt like he waschewing on his daughter's love instead of just a piece of cake.

Abigail felt annoyed just at the sight of his face. Does he have to react so excessively? He makes mefeel like an evil witch who's keeping him away from his daughter.

"I'm going to wash my face." Abigail couldn't bear to watch him any longer. However, as much as shewished to leave with Arianna right then, she felt bad when she thought about all that Greg had gonethrough for her. So, she decided to push her chair back before leaving on her own. I really should stopowing him favors, she thought as she left.

"What's up with Mommy, Daddy?" Arianna could sense Abigail's frustration. Greg took a look atAbigail's back before he spoke. "It's nothing. Perhaps she needs some air because she's too tired."

"I do think she's tired. Daddy, you should stop fighting with Mommy, okay?" Arianna's words left Gregstunned. "I'm not fighting with Mommy," he uttered.

"Adults always have a habit of lying to us kids. You and Mommy always fight when you guys aretogether. I'm not deaf. Furthermore, you guys don't get along even when you aren't fighting. I'm notblind, you know," Arianna uttered.

Greg froze. He didn't know how sensitive Arianna could be at her age. However, he quickly tried tosalvage the situation when he saw that his daughter was unhappy. "Okay. I'll try my best to get alongwith Mommy, okay?"

"Okay! You're a man, so you need to compromise with her a little more. It's more likely for women tofeel unwell, and that naturally leads to them having a bad temper. You should show more care towardMommy. Also, the more you get along with Mommy, the more you'll realize how mesmerizing she is. I'msure you'll fall for Mommy someday, right?" Arianna asked with a hopeful look on her face.

Greg couldn't bring himself to talk about his lack of feelings after seeing Arianna's face. "Do you wantme to like Mommy?" he asked.

"Of course. If you like Mommy, then you guys will get back together. Then, our family can be togetherwithout having to be separated." Arianna's words made Greg's heart flutter in excitement. I didn't knowhow much my daughter wanted us to reunite. But things will never work out between Abigail and me.

Greg felt both sad and guilty when he thought about this. "You should eat. I'll go check on your Mom,"he offered.

"Okay." Arianna was naturally happy when she saw how quickly Greg was showing care toward hermother. Once Greg walked out of the room, he found Abigail standing on the balcony by herself. A gustof wind blew against her hair, covering half of her face. However, the afternoon sun on her skin madeher seem a little warmer and more approachable.

Greg walked over to stop in front of Abigail. "Arianna hopes that we get back together," he told her.

"You shouldn't take a kid's words seriously," she replied flatly. She seemed to be looking at somethingin an extremely focused manner—she didn't turn to look at him at all. Greg knew that things wouldn'twork out between the both of them, but he still felt furious at how she had dismissed her daughter'swishes.

"Do your child's wishes mean nothing to you at all, Abigail?" he asked.

She turned around when she heard the anger in his voice. "What do you mean, Greg? Are you tellingme that you're going to get rid of your current girlfriend to marry me just to satisfy your child's wishes?"