Not One, But Two!

Chapter 47

This guy doesn't know how to take care of himself at all! Fresh blood was trickling down his back, but Abigail knew that Arianna would definitely find out about her father's injuries if Abigail called Greg to stop walking right then. When Abigail thought about how her daughter might get worried over Greg's injuries, she felt rather uneasy. I spent all these years taking care of my daughter, yet now, it feels like someone 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's shoulders. "Hmm?" The faint, pleasant scent of her jacket made Greg freeze for a moment. He turned around to find a woman's jacket hanging from his shoulders, and the corner of his lips twitched at the sight 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're practically made out of stone. You're like a rock that doesn't bleed." She carried Arianna in her arms and walked off after that. Greg's movements paused for a moment before he understood what she meant. Perhaps my back is bleeding.

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

For some reason, Arianna felt like there was some tension going on between her parents. No wonder Allie claims that Mom and Dad are always fighting. Sigh! What should I do about this? Why would they decide 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 about hurting 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. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

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

"What did you say?" Abigail didn't hear her clearly. However, Arianna merely shook her head before giving 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 will be 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 with them. "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. She didn't use to be that childish, but she was growing increasingly wary of Greg's presence after she found out 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?" Abigail asked.

"Can't I do that?" he asked in return. Greg no longer had the energy to maintain his good mood in the face 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 prefers eating 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 turned rather 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 that their boss had entered the store, the cashier hastily prepared a private room for them. Since it was past lunchtime, there weren't a lot of customers in the store. It was relatively quiet today. Greg ordered some food 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 receive her mother's information. However, she knew that she couldn't rush it, and she knew that she had to stay until Greg's injuries healed since he had gotten injured because of her. After ordering a few dishes, she put the menu down.

"Why are you eating so little? Are you on a diet?" Greg knitted his brows together. Is she causing me trouble again? Is she indirectly trying to show Arianna that I'm mistreating her? Abigail simply ignored Greg'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 had brought her children up on her own. The look on his face softened when he recalled how Abigail had gastric issues. "Well, you should still eat a little more. Why don't you drink some soup to warm your stomach?" 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 seems like Daddy and Mommy's relationship isn't that bad, after all. The young girl secretly snapped a few pictures 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 extremely jealous. However, she wasn't in the mood to pay much attention to them. 'Don't contact me for a few days. I'm a little busy right now,' Alissa told Arianna.

Arianna immediately understood what was going on after seeing what her sister said. She quickly responded 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 was still 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? Who are 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 their conversation. Arianna froze for a moment before she realized something, while Greg shot Abigail a disapproving 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 nearly choked on his food upon hearing her words. "I'm not sticking my nose anywhere," he replied. "I'm just caring for her."

"Who knows what the truth is?" Abigail muttered. Greg felt the urge to lose his temper whenever Abigail spoke 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 was reminding 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 pushed one 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 his daughter was doing it for him. He happily munched on a mouthful of the cake—it felt like he was chewing 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 me feel 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 she wished to leave with Arianna right then, she felt bad when she thought about all that Greg had gone through for her. So, she decided to push her chair back before leaving on her own. I really should stop owing him favors, she thought as she left.

"What's up with Mommy, Daddy?" Arianna could sense Abigail's frustration. Greg took a look at Abigail'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 Greg stunned. "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 are together. I'm not deaf. Furthermore, you guys don't get along even when you aren't fighting. I'm not blind, you know," Arianna uttered.

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

"Okay! You're a man, so you need to compromise with her a little more. It's more likely for women to feel unwell, and that naturally leads to them having a bad temper. You should show more care toward Mommy. Also, the more you get along with Mommy, the more you'll realize how mesmerizing she is. I'm sure 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 want me to like Mommy?" he asked.

"Of course. If you like Mommy, then you guys will get back together. Then, our family can be together without having to be separated." Arianna's words made Greg's heart flutter in excitement. I didn't know how 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 her mother. Once Greg walked out of the room, he found Abigail standing on the balcony by herself. A gust of wind blew against her hair, covering half of her face. However, the afternoon sun on her skin made her 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 something in an extremely focused manner—she didn't turn to look at him at all. Greg knew that things wouldn't work out between the both of them, but he still felt furious at how she had dismissed her daughter's wishes.

"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 telling me that you're going to get rid of your current girlfriend to marry me just to satisfy your child's wishes?"