Chapter 331 Quinn is Back
"What did you say?" Gregory's mind went blank, thinking he had misheard.
The doctor smiled at him and repeated, "Mr. White, congratulations, you're going to be a father. Your wife is two months pregnant."
Gregory finally came to his senses but still looked a bit dazed. "I'm going to be a father?"
He suddenly raised his head and asked uncertainly, "Is my wife really okay?"
The doctor nodded. "Yes, she just has some minor injuries. A few days of rest will be enough."
Upon hearing this, Gregory finally breathed a sigh of relief, a faint smile spreading across his face. "That's good, that's good," he murmured. Nothing reassured him more than knowing Abigail was safe.
Perhaps Gregory's reaction was too strange, the doctor gave him a few more glances before leaving.
In the past, most family members of patients were primarily concerned about the safety of the child. But Gregory was completely different.
When he heard the news of Abigail's pregnancy, he was only shocked and incredulous. But when he heard that Abigail was safe, he breathed a huge sigh of relief.
The doctor silently thought to himself, 'No wonder the rumors say Gregory and Abigail are deeply in love, it turns out to be true!'
After the doctor left, Gregory anxiously waited at the door of the emergency room, waiting for the nurse to push Abigail out.
When he saw Abigail lying pale and weak on the hospital bed, the usually mature and composed Gregory suddenly had red-rimmed eyes.
He reached out and gently held Abigail's slender wrist, not daring to use any force, afraid that he might accidentally break that fragile wrist.
'Still too thin,' Gregory thought.
Even though he had taken care of her so meticulously for so long, why was she still so thin?
Gregory's deep eyes were fixed on Abigail, filled with intense heartache and guilt.
It was all his fault. He hadn't protected Abigail well enough.
When Abigail sent the message, he was in a meeting, and his phone was on silent. Otherwise, he would have gone with her.
But now it was too late to say anything. The incident had already happened, and it was too late for remorse.
He gently tucked Abigail's hand under the blanket, leaned down, and kissed her forehead lightly before leaving the ward.
Leo was waiting outside the ward, his face still expressionless, but his eyes couldn't hide his worry. "Mr. White, is Mrs. White okay?"
Gregory's voice was cold, as sharp as a frosty sword. "Investigate whether this car accident was an accident or intentional."
Leo replied, "Yes!"
After speaking, he quickly left the hospital with his phone.
About an hour later, Leo returned and said to Gregory, "Mr. White, we found out that the car accident was indeed not an accident. Someone tampered with Mrs. White's car, causing the brakes to fail."
"Have you found out who it was?" Gregory asked.
Leo said, "I went to the police station to check the surveillance footage. Before Mrs. White's car fell into the river, there was a car following her. I've already sent someone to investigate."
"Have them find out as soon as possible." Gregory pinched his tired brow and turned back to the ward.
Abigail was still asleep, but not peacefully. Her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she was having a bad dream.
Gregory held her small hand, gently rubbing his cheek against the back of her hand. "Abigail, I'm always here, don't be afraid."
Perhaps Gregory's comfort worked, as Abigail's tightly furrowed brows soon relaxed.
Gregory's thin lips curved slightly. "Good girl."
Upon hearing the news of Abigail's car accident, Henry and Tricia rushed over immediately.
Tricia, not even caring about her own pregnancy, ran in wearing high heels, almost tripping.
Fortunately, Henry caught her in time and reminded her softly, "Be careful."
Tricia nodded perfunctorily, took off her shoes, and quickly ran toward the ward.
Seeing this, Henry picked her up.
Caught off guard, Tricia's body suddenly lifted off the ground, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "Henry, what are you doing? Put me down!"
However, Henry didn't let go but tightened his grip. "No."
Tricia instinctively wanted to struggle, but Henry sternly said, "Be good. Don't run around barefoot."
Hearing this, Tricia instantly became obedient.
She lay quietly in Henry's arms, looking up at him secretly, a beautiful smile forming on her lips, and thinking, 'Am I being cared for? Henry doesn't seem as foolish as I thought.'
At the door of the ward, Tricia struggled to get down from his arms, quickly put on her shoes, and knocked on the ward door.
"Mr. White, how is Abigail?" Tricia asked.
Gregory glanced at the still-sleeping Abigail, pursed his thin lips, and said, "She's still unconscious, but not seriously injured."
Tricia leaned on the bedside, her eyes instantly red. "Abigail is so pitiful. If it's not a car accident, it's someone bullying her."
She added, "Gregory, I'm warning you, Abigail was lucky to come out unscathed this time. If anything happens to her, I won't let you off!"
The more Tricia spoke, the sadder she felt, and tears kept falling.
Gregory only felt a headache and said in a deep voice, "Shut up!"
'Crying so loudly, what if it woke Abigail up?' he thought.
Tricia trembled at his shout, quietly closed her mouth, but still sobbed, looking extremely aggrieved.
Henry felt heartbroken and softly reminded, "Gregory, don't be so harsh, you're scaring her."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gregory's eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous look shot toward him.
Henry was immediately scared into silence but stood in front of Tricia, not leaving.
Gregory stared at him for a few seconds, sighed, and said nothing more, turning to sit on the other side of the bed.
"By the way, Quinn called me earlier, and I told him about Abigail's car accident." Henry said. "I wonder how he's doing over there."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ward door was suddenly pushed open.
Quinn, who should have still been in Aerilon, suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
He must have run over, as he was still panting heavily, and his gold-rimmed glasses had fallen off, revealing his sharp, deep eyes.
"Quinn? Why are you back?" Henry looked at him in disbelief, thinking he was seeing things.
Quinn didn't answer his question, walked straight to the bedside, and looked at Abigail. "How is she?"
Gregory looked up, meeting his gaze, with a hint of an undercurrent in his eyes.
"Her body suffered no major harm; she just needs a few days of rest in the hospital," Gregory said.
"No major harm?" Quinn's lips suddenly curled into a cold smile, and he grabbed Gregory by the collar, pulling him out of the ward.
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