Not One, But Two!

Chapter 267
"The master and Miss Abigail are home, madam."
Adeline started getting nervous. "How do I look, Mrs. Lysandra? Is my hair okay? I don't look sick, do I? Do my clothes fit me?"
Adeline was starting to fumble. She wanted to see Abigail, but she was worried as well. She had missed out on Abigail's life for
twenty years. It would have been fine if she only missed out on her life out of ignorance, but the truth was she knew Abigail
existed. She only stayed away from her because she hated Philip. Will she forgive me?
When Abigil came in, the first thing she saw was her mother. She had wanted to see her for a long time. Adeline kept herself well
thanks to her living a life of wealth, and she looked younger than she really was. Abigail noticed the worry and anxiety in her
eyes, and she felt like she could forgive Adeline now. She let go of most of her grudge after the whole Emma fiasco. She loves
me, doesn't she? I can see she's being really careful with me. She suddenly smiled. "Hey, mom. It's me, your daughter. I'll be in
your care now," she said gently.
Adeline froze for a moment, then she hugged Abigail while bursting into tears. "My girl! I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry."
"It's alright. I'm fine." Abigail felt like crying as well, but she was no longer a teenager. She too was a mother. All mothers love
their children, right? I can forgive her, right?
Adeline's cries sounded weak, and Abigail knew she must be hurt. "Does your chest hurt? I'm a doctor. Let me take a look."
Adeline was surprised her daughter was a doctor, but she quickly went to her room. "Of course."
Peter felt himself tearing up seeing his family finally reunited.
It was then one of his lackeys came in and whispered, "Sir, Mr. Buckley from Harrion is here. He hurt himself saving Miss
Abigail."
"What?" Peter squinted. Greg is here? And he's related to Abiey? "What's the situation? I want every single detail, so get to it."
"It's alright." Abigail had just come out of Adeline's room. She heard what Peter said, and she smiled. "He's my husband."
"What?" Peter thought he was hearing things. Adeline could understand why Peter was overreacting. She had been with him for
years, and she knew about the feud between him and Greg.

She married him? "Um, sweetheart, can you—"
"No." Abigail knew he wanted her to leave him, but she was adamant on making her own relationship choices. "We got reunited
really late in the game, so I might have kept a few things a secret from you guys. Greg and I have two kids. Both girls, and both
four years old. They're adorable. I'll bring them here soon."
The news came as a bombshell for Peter and Adeline, and they froze.
"We have grandkids now?"
"Yes." Abigail could see they regretted missing out on her life, but it was fine. They could make up for that by taking part in the
girls' lives.
Adeline could not wait to see the girls. "Well, if Abigail says so, then I think we should call Greg over."
Peter wanted to see the girls too, but he was still annoyed by the fact that Greg had been taking a lot of his business away over
the years. "Hey, I'm his father-in-law. How come I have to invite him? He should be here begging for my approval."
Abigail was amused seeing Peter looking miffed. "He hurt himself just to save me, you two. Solomon punished Hugh, so now I
have to take care of Greg. But don't worry. We're technically not married yet, so you can test him as much as you want."
Adeline and Peter were shocked once again.
"You're still not married? Even though you have kids?"
"Yes. I'm not in a hurry."
Well, but I am, Adeline thought. At least worry a little, will you?
"Is this his idea?" Peter asked coldly. I'll kill him and get Abigail another boyfriend if he refuses to marry her.
Abigail knew they were worried, so she said with a smile, "No. It was mine, but now I want to get married. You guys go on
without me. I need to check up on him."
Greg asked Solomon to get an andrologist over after Abigail left. He had noticed the look of worry on Abigail's face although it
had only been there for a moment. They had been together for far too long, so he knew that his wound was a tough one to
tackle.

Solomon wanted to say something, but he decided against it and called a famous andrologist over. He wanted Greg to get
treated as soon as possible.
The doctor came to have a look, and he frowned. "This is going to be hard."
"What's wrong?" Greg's heart skipped a beat.
The doctor said, "The wound's not deep, but it's right on the nerves, and you know the nerves dictate the boner. I'm not sure if I
can heal this."
Greg felt a great weight crushing down on him, tipping him over into the abyss. "What happens if it's not healed?" He could feel
his voice trembling.
The doctor looked at Greg and Solomon. He felt a chill down his spine, but he answered softly, "You might never be able to get it
up if it doesn't heal."
Greg felt his world shatter into a million pieces, and he felt himself freezing up from the inside. I'm not even thirty yet. What will
happen to Abigail if I can't get it up ever again? How can I give her any happiness? This is a joke. I'm the dark emperor of Night
Assassino, and now I can't even get it up?
Solomon noticed the dark look on Greg's face, so he quickly sent the doctor away. "Don't worry too much. It's just a possibility."
"You know what Hugh wanted to do. He wanted this! And Abigail had this weird look on her face when she saw the wound. I
know she must have been hiding this from me. If I can't even get it up, I..." He felt like crying. Shit. I spent so much time pursuing
her, and just when I finally thought we're gonna get married, this happened. I can't drag her into a sexless marriage. But I can't
stand the thought of not marrying her! Damn you, Hugh! He wanted to tear Hugh apart and make him into mincemeat.
Solomon listened quietly, and he said, "Maybe it's not as serious as you think."
"Of course it's serious! The doctor said he can't cure me!" He was already traumatized to begin with, and the doctor made things
worse. "Tell him I'm just a limp dick now! He can stop wasting his time on me! My brother wants that throne? He can have it. I
don't care."
Solomon started panicking. "What are you talking about, Greg? Father has always wanted you to take over Yulstania. Even if
you refuse the throne, everyone will still know you're the first in line to Yulstania's throne soon. He's been trying a lot of stuff
lately, and Father has decided to announce your status as prince to keep things under control."

Greg flew into a rage. "Announce? Announce what? That I can't get it up? I'm already humiliated enough! I don't need everyone
in the Pacific Ocean region to find out about this."
"Oh shut up. You can still get it up, okay?" Abigail had been listening in for a while now.
Usually, Greg would have noticed her the moment she approached, but he was too preoccupied with his nightmare, so he did not
notice her coming in. Abigail barging into the room made Greg awkward, and he hid himself under the blanket. He had no idea
how to face her anymore.
Solomon stared at Abigail, worried. How much did she hear?
Abigail had no plans to keep it a secret. She glanced at Solomon and said, "How did you end up being adopted by my father if
you're a prince?"
Shit. Solomon's face fell.
"Talk, and don't try to do anything funny. I'm your sister-in-law. Touch me and you're dead."
Abigail's threat stopped Solomon from trying anything funny. He was reminded of Hugh's end, and he said, "I would never do
that."
"Bullsh*t. I'll keep it a secret from Dad, so don't worry. But I can't do it for too long. You'd better talk it out with him. I don't want
any complications to arise from this."
"Yes, Abbie." Solomon felt a little frustrated. He was Abigail's brother, but now she became her sister-in-law because his true
brother married her. Still, he did not dare to complain. "I'm the youngest prince. My mother ordered a servant to take me away
during the unrest that happened in the country to protect me. After that, the servant fell sick and couldn't take care of me
anymore, so she brought me to the orphanage. Your father then adopted me."
"How dramatic," Abigail said. "How did you find out who you really are then?" she asked.
"Greg sent someone to look into my case, and they realized that I resemble him, so we did a DNA test and went through a few
trials to confirm that I'm really his brother." Solomon spilled everything without reservation. He was not scared of her, though he
was worried Greg might get upset. He saw how far Greg would go just for her.
Now that she had the answers she wanted, she said, "Leave us. I need to talk with Greg."

"No! You can't leave!" Greg protested, though his voice was muffled. Abigail kicked his calf.
"Oh, shut up. Are you going out or not?"
Solomon was shocked that Abigail would kick Greg. Is she for real? Did she just kick him? Greg could kill her!
He waited for a few moments, but Greg did not say anything. In the end, Greg growled, "Get out right now! Scram!"
Solomon was shocked, but he scurried away lest he became the only casualty in this little war. The air became a lot more
awkward after he left.