Not One, But Two!

Chapter 259

Abigail was stunned for a bit, shocked.

No matter what, she knew for a fact that Sasha loved and cared for Emma. What caused her to disregard even her own daughter's reputation?

"What's going on? Explain."

As she sobbed, Emma told Abigail everything she heard from Sasha. When she was done, she cried pitifully again, but when she remembered that Abigail didn't like to see her crying, she hastily covered her mouth. However, Abigail didn't stop her this time.

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However, Abigail couldn't give Emma the comfort she needed. She was already being gracious enough by not rubbing salt in the wound. "Now you know how it feels to be betrayed by your own kin, eh? Remember how you treated me five years ago? My closest sister plotted against me with my father and trapped me in the basement. Do you now understand how I felt when you decided to sell me to the boss of the furniture court?"

Her words were cold and distant as if she were talking about someone else. However, her tone caused Emma to feel shame.

Sometimes, one could only know how something felt after experiencing it for themselves. Now, she was regretting to the extreme. Meanwhile, Abigail naturally understood why Emma would keep apologizing to her over the phone.

She looked at Emma and said calmly, "Emma, there are some things you can repair, but some forms of injury can never be undone once inflicted. Things are just nice between us right now. Don't think that I'll forgive or even love you more. I can't do it, nor do I want to. In my opinion, only a fool would use others' faults to cause themselves to suffer. Treating you like this is already a great favor for Philip's sake. If it weren't for Philip who raised me, I wouldn't have cared even if you died."

With that, Abigail walked out of the room.

Emma was stunned by Abigail's words. Is there no hope left? Can I no longer return? Even if I admit to my faults, can we no longer be family? What if I really, really want Abigail to be my family, though?

Emma cried again, but her sobs this time were suppressed.

As soon as Abigail went out, she bumped into Greg, who was eavesdropping at the door.

He didn't even show any awkwardness for getting caught red-handed. Instead, he grinned and said, "I thought you'd forgive her."

"I have no interest in being a saint. However, the prestigious Mr. Buckley actually listened in on a woman's conversation. Don't you feel ashamed for that?"

"Listening in? I have a reason to be here! I didn't go in because I feared that your words wouldn't carry enough weight, so that's why I put up with standing here."

Abigail didn't have the energy to refute Greg's forced reasoning.

"Hey, sweetheart, where are you going?"

She turned and left, so he naturally followed. He didn't mind if he were called a simple-minded follower, and he just liked being with Abigail.

Abigail turned on Greg's computer, then swiftly began to enter some codes. Greg, who already knew that his wife was a hacker, wasn't surprised in the least. He just didn't dare to relate her to the person known as King.

He sat beside Abigail as he watched her work. Even though he didn't know what Abigail was trying to do, he knew he would be informed soon.

He was a good husband who didn't bother his working wife.

Abigail didn't mind Greg much as she quickly switched to the CCTV behind the supermarket. She caught sight of the scene where Sasha was with Emma. Sasha was a cunning woman, and she knew there were CCTVs everywhere, but she chose to have her back toward this particular CCTV as she stood. On the contrary, Emma was placed in clear view, and her face could be seen clearly at first glance.

"Tsk, the woman who claims to love her own daughter actually asked her child to block the camera for her. I've seen everything there is to see," Greg spoke mockingly. They were all smart people, but he talked as if no one else could understand what was going on.

Abigail didn't retort as she entered another batch of code. In an instant, a voice that matched Emma's lip movements could be heard from the computer.

When Emma said in determination that Abigail wouldn't abandon or betray her, her attitude and tone caused Abigail to falter a little.

Greg was also taken by surprise, and he said in disdain, "There's finally something good about this woman; she's no longer blind. Based on that alone, I don't feel bad for feeding her some food anymore. After all, the Buckleys don't mind having another mouth to feed."

It wasn't obvious on Abigail's face, but inside, she was quite shocked. Some of the emotions she ignored on purpose came raging forward, and she was upset by that. Did something possess this silly woman? How can she be so sure that I won't abandon her? Even her own mother didn't want her anymore. Perhaps I'm still too soft-hearted toward her.

Abigail was suddenly regretting her decision to look for this video. She was just making things more difficult for herself.

As if a little mad at herself, she exited the program, her actions a little rough.

Greg suddenly froze as he seemed to notice the subtle change in Abigail's heart. He hastily said, "If you don't like her guts, I'll just get someone to throw her out."

"It's okay. Let her stay. Philip will be taking action these few days, so don't let her out to look for trouble. Didn't you hear? She has quite strong emotions toward Philip."

With that, Abigail got up and walked out. However, Greg knew that this woman had a soft heart beneath her harsh words. Perhaps those words resonated with something deep inside her, and she began to feel a sense of connection with Emma.

Greg didn't say anything as he followed Abigail out.

After everyone had finished the meal, Abigail began the special training with them. It wasn't for a competition, however. She was just feeling annoyed, and she didn't want to see Emma.

He knew that, so he didn't say anything. He allowed his wife to do as she pleased. In the worst-case scenario, he would just chase Emma out behind Abigail's back.

Two such days passed by, and the team would be entering the competition soon.

It was Abigail's first time seeing the team in a competition, so her curiosity was piqued. Also, Emma couldn't sit still during her time here, so played two rounds on her phone as well. She realized that she wasn't on the same level as everyone else, so she couldn't help but feel admiration for them.

Before this, she would pester the others to teach her, but she didn't dare to do so now. Also, she could sense that Abigail wasn't in a good mood these days, so she tried her best to stay invisible. However, whenever Abigail's cup was emptied, Emma would sneakily refill her cup.

Abigail pretended she never noticed those actions as she allowed Emma to do whatever the latter pleased. She still felt something in her heart, but she didn't express it at all.

"Alright, we're competing today. Look smart, everyone. We've prepared for a whole year just for this professional league. If we perform well today, we'll be able to call ourselves professionals too, and our lives will be changed. I may not be staying with you after the competition today, but I'll always provide the support you need behind the scenes. I believe that every one of you is the best!"

Greg knew the responsibility he shouldered. He had assembled a professional team just for fun, but after two years with them, he was deeply moved by everyone's effort and dedication. Now that he decided to return to his family, he naturally wouldn't be able to stay on the team. However, Greg cared a lot about these brothers who fought alongside him.

"Thank you, Mr. Buckley! We'll definitely be champions!" The passionate young men seemed to be fired up as they said in high spirits.

Emma had never experienced such an atmosphere before, nor had she ever seen one. She couldn't help the rising passion in her heart, and she felt as if she had returned to her teenage years. She had this urge to move forward as well.

She suddenly realized that she was in her twenties, but she hadn't achieved anything, and she couldn't even take care of herself. It was a little embarrassing for someone like her to have a sister like Abigail.

No! I have to work hard too! I also want to live a wonderful and fulfilling life. Someday, I'll tell Abigail that I have the right to be her sister! Emma swore to herself, a different light flitting across her eyes.

Abigail saw this, but she didn't pay it much heed.

The team got into the van and made their way toward the competition venue.

The atmosphere at the venue heightened their emotions even more, and Emma felt as if she had entered a new world where everyone was curiously interesting.

Here, no one cared about one's identity or who they were. Everyone had only one objective, and they were putting in all their effort to work hard for the same goal.

The competition went on for two days before the curtains were drawn. Without any doubt, Greg's team won.

As Abigail watched the members' elated behavior, her eyes kept going to Greg, who was the most outstanding among them. My man is truly amazing!

This sense of pride caused Abigail to lift the corners of her lips, and her expression softened considerably.

It was Emma's first time realizing how nice Abigail looked when she smiled. She wasn't especially alluring, but her smile could calm people's hearts. Perhaps this was Abigail's charming point.

The more time she spent with Abigail, the more she felt that she could learn many things every day.

Of course, Abigail noticed the changes in Emma, but she simply didn't want to comment on it.

Due to the announcement of the champion, the atmosphere at the venue was at its boiling point. Greg and the other members were flocked by people when they left the venue. Abigail decided not to go with

them. This was Greg's last day on the team, so she allowed his comrades to borrow him for the day.

From today onward, this man would be hers, and they would have all the time in the world by then.

Soon, Abigail walked outside with the crowd. Emma wanted to step up and ask for an autograph, but since Abigail didn't head over there, she didn't feel like she should approach the man either, so she followed Abigail as she slowly made her way outside.

Suddenly, Emma found a familiar figure walking toward her, and she knew that person very well.

It was Sasha!

That wasn't all. Something cold and chilly seemed to have caught Emma's attention under the reflection of the sunlight.

Before she could understand what it was, Sasha had already rushed in front of them and produced something she was hiding in her arms as she stabbed in Abigail's direction. "Go to hell, Abigail! As long as you're dead, both Philip and Adeline will be heartbroken!"

While they were under the sun, Sasha gripped the dagger in her hand and stabbed Abigail crazily, but Abigail didn't seem to have any reaction.

Emma immediately stepped forward and stood in front of her.