Chapter 218 Mr. White, Carry Me
Abigail trailed behind Gregory as they left the ward, but after just a couple of steps, she suddenly found herself being lifted off the ground.
She let out a surprised yelp, instinctively wrapping her arms around Gregory's neck, her other hand clutching his shirt collar tightly.
"Mr. White, what are you doing?" Abigail asked, her voice a mix of confusion and embarrassment.
"Carrying you back," Gregory replied without hesitation.
The corridor was still bustling with nurses and patients' family members, and they couldn't help but glance curiously at the pair.
Abigail's cheeks flushed a deep red, and she lowered her voice. "It's okay, I can walk by myself."
Her main injury was on her head; her legs were only slightly hurt and didn't really affect her ability to walk.
"You're injured. Just stay put," Gregory insisted, carrying her into the elevator with determined strides.
Abigail squirmed a bit, but seeing that Gregory had no intention of letting go, she gave up. If she couldn't fight it, she might as well enjoy it.
After all, she was exhausted and had been through a lot that day. Her body was already worn out.
If Gregory wanted to carry her, then so be it.
When the elevator reached the first floor, Gregory was about to carry Abigail out when he spotted two familiar figures rushing toward them.
Seeing their faces clearly, Abigail's eyes widened in surprise. "Henry, Quinn, what are you doing here?"
The two were panting heavily, their breaths slightly uneven.
Henry glanced at the injury on Abigail's head and then at Quinn. "We heard you got hurt, so we came to check on you."
Abigail's lips curved into a smile. "I'm fine, just a minor injury, a slight concussion. Eldric is the one who's more seriously hurt; he hasn't woken up yet."
Quinn stared at the bandage on Abigail's head and muttered softly, "As long as you're okay."
Suddenly remembering something, he pulled out an ointment from his suit pocket. "For you."
"What's this?" Abigail asked, looking at Quinn in confusion.
"Scar removal ointment. It works pretty well. Girls usually don't like having scars on their heads," Quinn replied succinctly.
Abigail stared at the ointment in Quinn's hand, a bit taken aback. Although she often had meals with Henry and Quinn, Quinn was usually quiet, and they hadn't spoken much. Abigail didn't expect Quinn to be so thoughtful.
She looked at Gregory, and seeing him nod, she smiled and took the ointment. "Thank you. I'll make good use of it."
"Okay." Quinn retracted his hand, his expression still very cold, showing no emotion.
Henry laughed, "As long as you're okay. When we heard about the car accident, Quinn and I were scared to death!"
"Alright, everything's fine here. You guys should head back." Gregory opened the car door, carried Abigail inside, and even buckled her seatbelt himself.
Henry couldn't help but complain, "Gregory, you're being too heartless! Quinn and I dropped everything to rush over here, and you're just brushing us off like that."
Gregory closed the car door, gave them a faint glance, and slowly asked, "How about you two stay here for the night?"
Henry looked at the bustling hospital late at night and couldn't help but shiver. "Never mind."
Gregory chuckled, waved at Henry and Quinn, and got into the car.
Henry and Quinn exchanged a glance, and Henry patted Quinn's shoulder, saying, "Let's go. Gregory's all about his wife now and forgot us. We came here for nothing."
"You came for nothing. At least I brought something." Quinn disdainfully brushed off Henry's hand and walked toward his own car.
Henry, feeling hurt once again, remained silent.
Maple Residence.
Ralph had been pacing back and forth in Maple Residence ever since he heard about Abigail's car accident.
The servants were on edge too. Abigail was very kind and treated everyone well, so they all liked her. Knowing she had been in a car accident, they were all really worried.
Ralph was super anxious, glancing at the door every few seconds, and he kept reminding the servants, "Is the food ready? Mr. and Mrs. White probably haven't eaten yet. Hurry up and get it done."
"And make sure it's light. No spicy or greasy stuff," Ralph added.
The servants nodded and rushed to the kitchen to find the chef.
After a bit, instead of Gregory and Abigail, Grace showed up.
Grace, with Andy's help, got out of the car and hurried inside. "What happened? I heard Abigail was in a car accident. Isn't she back yet?"
Grace thought, 'Didn't they say Abigail and Gregory are on their way? If I'd known Gregory drives so slow, I would've gone to the hospital myself.'
Ralph tried to calm her down. "Not yet, but they should be here soon. Mrs. Grace White, please don't worry. Mr. White said Mrs. Abigail White only has minor injuries. Don't be anxious."
Grace said, "How can I not be anxious? Abigail is so afraid of pain; she must have been terrified! Have they found the driver who caused the accident? Don't let them off!"
Ralph quickly poured her a glass of water.
After a while, they heard a car pulling up outside.
Grace immediately stood up and walked toward the door.
Seeing Gregory carrying Abigail back, her heart clenched with worry. "How did you get so badly hurt? Let me see!"
Seeing Grace's worried eyes, Abigail's nose tingled, and she softly called out, "Mom."
At the moment of the car accident, she really thought she was going to die. In that instant, countless terrifying thoughts flashed through her mind.
If she died, how heartbroken would Gregory be? Could Grace bear it? Her revenge wasn't complete yet; David hadn't been convicted, and Kayla and Jessica hadn't paid the price they deserved.
There was so much left undone.
Grace quickly nodded in response, her eyes fixed on Abigail as she looked Abigail up and down. Seeing that the only injury was on Abigail's head, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Come in, don't stand outside," Andy reminded.
Gregory nodded and quickly carried Abigail inside, placing her on the living room sofa. He looked at Grace and Andy and asked, "Mom, why did you come over?"
Andy sighed, "When Mrs. Grace White heard about the car accident, she was terrified and insisted on coming to see you. We couldn't persuade her otherwise."
A warm feeling surged through Abigail's heart. She smiled and held Grace's hand, reassuring her, "Mom, thank you for your concern. I'm fine now, and I'll be careful in the future so you won't have to worry."
"You'll always be fine." Grace's eyes filled with tears as she hugged Abigail, gently stroking her hair.
As Grace got older, her biggest fear was her family getting hurt. She had been through everything in her life, but in her old age, she just wanted her family to be safe and healthy by her side.
Abigail nestled her face into Grace's embrace, rubbing it like a spoiled child. "Mom, you must be exhausted. Why don't you stay here tonight?"
Grace smiled and agreed.
Ralph immediately instructed the servants to prepare two guest rooms for Grace and Andy.
Gregory sat quietly on the side, waiting for them to finish their conversation before speaking softly, "Are you hungry? Let's go eat."
With his reminder, Abigail realized she was indeed a bit hungry.
She rubbed her empty stomach and opened her arms toward Gregory. "Mr. White, carry me."
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