Not One, But Two!

Chapter 36

After showing off to Alissa, Arianna was elated. Not wanting to play games on her computer, she then leaped off the bed and went to the kitchen.

"Why did you come downstairs?" Seeing as Arianna was scurrying down the stairs with bare feet, Greg hurriedly stopped what he was doing and helped her put on the slippers he had specifically bought for her. "You have to wear slippers in your home so that you don't catch a cold."

"Mommy has also told me this before. Daddy, you and Mommy speak the same language." All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

The corner of Greg's mouth twitched when he heard that. I speak the same language as that woman? Is she pulling my leg?

However, he wouldn't want to disparage Abigail in front of the child, so he replied with a smile, "It's all grease and smoke in the kitchen. Why don't you wait for me outside? You can watch TV or play some games on the computer."

"I just want to watch you cook. I'm sure you look awesome when you do that!"

Arianna seemed to see nothing else other than her father, which made Greg feel over the moon.

"Alright, but you have to stay outside, and I'll close the glass door so that the smoke won't get to you."

"Okay."

Arianna obediently brought over a petite stool and watched her father cook outside the kitchen. On the other hand, Greg unlocked his phone, found a video online, and started preparing the ingredients according to the tutorial.

All of a sudden, she found her father really handsome. She picked up her phone and videotaped her father cooking. Then, she uploaded the video to Twitter and tagged Abigail. 'Mommy, don't you think a man who can cook is the most handsome?'

While she was doing that, she had no idea that her father would go viral online because of that.

Many women screamed at the video and retweeted it. Greg's gaze was especially gentle, and they couldn't stop gazing at his eyes that looked like an eagle's. 'My goodness! I have to look for a husband like him!'

At that instant, many people commented on the video.

As Arianna was going through their comments, she was overjoyed. He's my daddy!

From the corner of Greg's eye, he could see that Arianna was smiling like a cat that had just stolen some food. That made him feel like he was willing to pick a star from the sky for her. He followed the instructions and finished preparing honey glazed chicken in just a while.

It had to be said that he was pretty talented in cooking.

When Greg stepped out of the kitchen with the palatable dish, Arianna leaped off her stool. "Wow! You're the best, Daddy!"

Her joyful expression and praise made Greg feel happier than closing a business deal that was worth a billion. "Come on, little piglet. Have a taste of the food I've prepared."

Greg picked her up and helped her wash her hands before placing her on a chair at the table.

Arianna quickly took some photos and sent them to Alissa. Then, she uploaded the photos to Twitter before she gulped and asked, "Can I have it now?"

"Of course. It's all yours. Take it slow."

Upon hearing that, Arianna became elated and picked up her spoon to enjoy the food. "Wow! It's delicious!"

She seemed to be having the best food in the world, and the satisfaction on her face pleased Greg.

Soon, all of the honey glazed chicken was wolfed down by Arianna. She belched and looked at her father with an embarrassed expression.

Greg then hurriedly passed her a cup of water and said with a smile, "Drink some water."

"Thanks, Daddy."

"You've eaten a lot of food, so you should follow me to the gym later and run on a treadmill to burn some calories. Otherwise, you might not be able to sleep well."

"What?" Arianna was stunned. Running was akin to torture to her. "Can we not run today?"

She stared at her father and pleaded with him.

Greg's heart softened, but after he saw that the plate was empty and thought of how active she usually was, he still shook his head. "We'll run for half a mile and stop."

Half a mile? Arianna almost bit her tongue. I can't even run for 200 feet, let alone half a mile! How am I going to tell this to my daddy? While she was hesitating, she felt her throat tightening. "Daddy, I…"

"What's wrong?" Greg looked up and saw Arianna panting heavily. She appeared flustered, and she seemed to be looking for something. "Allie, what's happened to you?"

Greg's expression changed.

While panting, Arianna said intermittently, "Medication… My medication…"

"Your medication?"

Greg had no idea what she was looking for, but she was fully aware of it. I'm doomed! She had left her bag behind in Abigail's hotel room, but her asthma struck her at this point.

"Daddy, send me to the hospital now and call Mommy!" As she spoke, her face turned livid.

Greg suddenly realized something as he quickly picked her up and asked, "Are you suffering from asthma?"

"Yes." Arianna hurriedly nodded.

Greg secretly cursed at himself and ran out of the house with her daughter in his arms. "Send us to the hospital now!"

After they got into the car, he realized that his daughter was in a terrible state. Therefore, he immediately called Abigail.

"Greg, what's wrong with you? Why do you keep calling me? Don't tell me that you're in love with me."

Abigail hadn't had enough rest to begin with, and now, she was being repeatedly disturbed while asleep. Hence, she was extremely grumpy. Upon seeing that it was Greg who called her, she was infuriated.

However, Greg was not in the mood to argue with her as he quickly uttered, "Allie is struck by asthma. We're heading to the hospital in the city center."

"Allie doesn't…" Just as Abigail was about to say that Alissa didn't have asthma, she suddenly realized something and sat up straight. Anxiously, she then asked, "What food did you get her?"

"Honey glazed chicken!"

At this point, Greg realized that he had done something wrong.

Abigail's chest was heaving as she suppressed her fury and uttered in a hushed voice, "I'm going there right now. Greg, if something happens to my daughter, I'll kill you!"

She hung up the phone with a slam.

Greg didn't refute her this time. Instead, he felt heartbroken for his daughter.

Arianna was panting like she was a fish that had left the water. The discomfort on her face was like an invisible hand that was grasping Greg's heart. He was going through so much pain that he was about to suffocate, but there was nothing he could do.

"You'll be fine, Allie. You'll be fine. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I didn't know that you have asthma and that you can't have anything sweet."

Greg was carrying her in his arms, and never before in his life had he felt the car was moving so slowly.

When they arrived at the hospital, he got out of the car with Arianna in his arms, and Abigail happened to reach her destination as well.

The moment she saw her daughter, her eyes were immediately drenched in tears. After all, her daughter hadn't been struck by asthma for a long time.

"Give her to me!" Abigail extended her hands.

This time, Greg passed Arianna to her without hesitation. "Sorry, I—"

"Shut up! I don't want to see you for now."

With her daughter in her arms, Abigail ran toward the emergency room.

Greg could see that she was still wearing the slippers from the hotel while appearing exhausted, and it made him feel sorry for her.

Arianna gently pulled her mother's sleeve and uttered in a small voice, "Mommy, it's not Daddy's fault. I insisted on having honey glazed chicken, and he isn't aware of my illness."

Upon hearing that her youngest daughter was speaking up for Greg, Abigail was frustrated. "Are you even willing to lose your life for your daddy? I gave birth to you and raised you, but I'm not comparable to a daddy who has never taken care of you, right?"

Her mother's words made Arianna feel dejected, and she started blaming herself. "I'm so sorry, Mommy."

Abigail was aggrieved and sorrowful upon seeing that, but above all, she felt heartbroken for her daughter. "Stop talking. I'll save you, and I promise that I'll not get mad at him."

Hearing that, Arianna set her mind at ease, but she soon passed out. In an instant, Abigail's expression turned solemn.

The light outside the emergency room lit up, whereas Greg felt depressed while waiting outside the room. He recalled that her mother was also suffering from asthma, so he reckoned that this illness was passed down to his daughter from there. However, he never expected that her daughter would inherit this illness. If possible, he was willing to go through all this pain in his daughter's stead.

As time passed, the light outside the emergency room finally went out. When Greg saw Abigail coming out of the room with Arianna on the bed, he quickly went over. "How is she?"

"She was saved in time, and she's fine now." Abigail was enraged when she saw him, but she was too exhausted to quarrel with him. Moreover, she had promised her daughter not to get mad at him. Therefore, she sported a dark expression.

On the other hand, Greg didn't really care about the way she glared at him. Upon learning that Arianna was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll be careful next time."

"There will be no next time. Greg, please stay away from my daughter. We were good without you in our lives, and I believed that we could live this way forever. However, ever since you appeared, I've even begun to feel that my daughter doesn't look like my daughter anymore," Abigail said while rubbing her temple. Despite her fatigue, she appeared determined.

Upon hearing that, Greg narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean that you were good? By letting my daughter grow up without a father? Abigail, you have no right to make any decision on my daughter's behalf. Moreover, I didn't know that I had a daughter. Now that I'm aware of it, I'll never allow her to live somewhere else."

"What do you mean by that? Are you going to snatch her custody from me?" She never intended to argue with this man, but apparently, he always had a way to infuriate her.

In a cold voice, Greg replied, "I've never given up on that."

Then, he shuffled toward the ward while pushing Arianna's bed, but he soon stopped and turned to look at Abigail before uttering in a dispassionate voice, "It's difficult for you to look for a man with a daughter with you. I won't stop you if you're in love with someone, but please let my daughter go. For all her life, she can only call me her daddy."

Following that, he turned around and left without sparing her a glance.

Abigail tried her best to suppress her fury, but that man always had a way to get on her nerves. What makes him think he can be so conceited? Does he seriously want to snatch my daughter from me? Does he think I'm a pushover that he can do whatever he pleases?