Not One, But Two!

Abigail poured her heart out in that relationship, and because of that, when she found out that Jonathan

broke up with her without even bothering to look into the case, she lost all hope in relationships. So

why is he trying to get back into my good books? Who does he think I am? A pushover? She came to a

halt.

Jonathan didn't notice her stopping, and he bumped into her back. "Sorry, Abbie. I didn't see that. What

is it? Saw something you like? Are you buying it for your girl? This one's nice, and it's the latest this

season. It'll be beautiful on her," Jonathan explained happily.

Abigail looked at him. He was the one who was by her side during her teenage years, and she still

remembered all the good times, but it was shattered by his distrust in her. And now he's Emma's

boyfriend. "When did you start to date Emma?"

Jonathan froze up. He didn't know why she was asking that question, but he answered quietly, "Five

years ago. Ever since I knew that you went abroad to study."

"Heh." Abigail thought that was ironic. She was down in the gutters for a long time because of this

relationship's failure. She couldn't even develop any affection for men over the last five years for fear

that they would hurt her. But the man who says he loves me gets another girl right after we broke up?

Is this the difference between how men and women treat relationships? Her heart started to freeze up

again.

"Abbie, let me explain—" Jonathan noticed the look on her face, and he wanted to explain, but she

stopped him.

"Whatever you want to say, it has nothing to do with me. Our time is up, Jonathan. It's been up for five

years. We aren't even friends now. I can't ask you to pay for me. Do please stay away from me."

Abigail's distant attitude upset him. "Please don't say that, Abbie. I know you're angry at me. It's not my

fault. Emma came to me. She slept with me when I was drunk, and my mom and the elders saw us, so

—"

"Spare me the explanations. I'm not interested in them." She knew that was something Emma would

do, but Abigail had no interest in knowing. She took the kids' clothes and the boxing gloves, then went

to the counter.

Jonathan was really panicking at that point. "Abbie, we are childhood friends no matter what. Please

don't push me away, alright?"

Greg came just in time to see Jonathan harassing Abigail. Ah, so he needs a more painful lesson

before he can learn, huh? He looked at Greg coldly.

Alissa sighed. "Daddy, you suck. You let that guy harass Mommy for so long?"

Greg felt embarrassed that his daughter insulted him, so he called Troy. "I don't care how you do it, I

want Jonathan out of Harrion this instant! Do not let me see him ever again!"

Troy could see that he was in a bad mood, so he quickly went through the projects and cut off the one

where the Frasers were involved.

Jonathan wouldn't stop talking, and Abigail was getting impatient. She started clenching her fists, and if

he would not stop talking, she would hurl him out of the store. Just when she was going to fly into a

rage, Jonathan got a call, and his face fell.

"Impossible! I'll be right there! Get me the tickets, stat!" Then he told Abigail, "I need to settle something

at the company, Abbie, so I have to go on a business trip. Wait for me. I'll explain everything once I

come back."

Abigail heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, I don't have to deal with him anymore.

Jonathan realized that she was still angry, so he said, "Put these on my tab."

"Then I don't want them anymore."

She threw the items on the counter and left.

"Abbie!" Jonathan wanted to go after her, but he got another call, so he had to leave the mall

immediately.

The moment Abigail came out, a little girl pounced at her. "Mommy!"

Abigail reflexively opened her arms to catch the girl. "Oh, slow down! You're going to break me!" Abigail

complained, but she held the girl with a smile nonetheless.

Alissa curled up in her arms, smiling. "No I won't. You're a superwoman."

"I think you forgot to add 'annoying'." Abigail knew that was what her daughter had in mind.

Alissa stuck her tongue out and made a face.

"You cheeky girl."

Abigail picked her up, and when she looked ahead, she saw Greg coming over, his arms extended. "I'll

hold her."

Oh, yeah. Alissa was at his home. Now that she's out, he's out too. Abigail's mood was marred.

"Why are you here? You're supposed to get treated. If someone is going to treat your condition later,

you'd better stay away from us. I don't want to see things that should be unseen."

Greg's face fell. "Do you have any idea how much that car costs, Abigail?"

"I'll just stay around to pay for it, duh. No big deal." She shrugged. It's just a Bugatti. I can afford it.

Greg smiled. "You're going to stay around, huh? Fine. I'll draft up the duration after we get home."

Abigail was stunned. Huh? Something's off with that. She thought about what she said earlier, and her

face fell. "What were you thinking, Greg? You know what I was trying to say."

"I know. You'll stay around, right? Alissa,isn't that what your mother said?" Greg quickly dragged the girl

into this mess.

Alissa nodded cutely. "Yes, she did say she'll stay around, but she didn't say how long. How long do

you want Mommy to stay for, Daddy?"

"Shut up, Alissa!" Abigail was frustrated. This girl is nothing but trouble.

Alissa stuck her tongue out and hopped into her father's arms. Scary. I like to stay with Daddy. Feels a

lot safer.

Abigail felt annoyed that the girl she raised was getting so close with Greg. "Get down and walk!"

"No! I want Daddy to hold me."

The girl hugged her father's neck tightly and kissed him loudly, much to Abigail's chagrin.

"Alissa, you little—"

Before she could finish, she noticed the look of horror on Greg's face. "Run!" he said, and he took

Alissa with him, looking as if he was chased by a ghost.