Chapter 429 Weak in the Knees
Gregory's face instantly turned blank. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Ralph innocently answered, "You didn't really seem to care just now."
Gregory shot him a glance that was sharp enough to silence Ralph, who immediately smiled awkwardly in response.
Gregory sighed lightly and instructed, "Go ahead, make sure the plates and juice are ready. Abigail and I will be down soon."
Ralph nodded quickly and left the room without a sound.
Gregory returned to the bedroom. Abigail was still lying in bed, her arm resting lazily on the edge. She was wearing a thin nightgown, her delicate fingers tracing circles on the blanket.
Abigail yawned softly, her tone nonchalant. "Who's here?"
Seeing her kick the blanket slightly, revealing her feet, Gregory hesitated for a moment. "Mom's here. Get up, she's waiting for us downstairs."
Abigail blinked slowly and sat up, her messy hair falling over her face. "My mom?"
Before she could finish her complaint, Gregory flicked her forehead gently. "She's not just your mom. She's mine too, remember?"
Abigail rubbed her forehead and giggled, leaning toward Gregory. "Fine, fine. Our mom."
Gregory smirked, wrapping his arm around her waist and lifting her up without effort.
Abigail gasped slightly. "I didn't even put on my socks!"
Gregory answered, "You won't need them."
He pushed open the bathroom door and set Abigail on the countertop. Her small frame barely occupied any space as she swung her feet, waiting for Gregory to squeeze some toothpaste. Normally, she only reached his shoulder, but now, perched on the counter, she was slightly taller, though she still had to look up at him while they brushed their teeth.
Abigail gave him a wistful look. "Why are you so tall?"
Gregory chuckled and bent down to meet her gaze. "How about now?"
Abigail smiled, satisfied. "That's better."
Unable to resist her slightly haughty expression, Gregory leaned in and kissed her. "Good girl."
Abigail glared at him playfully, her mouth full of toothpaste. "What are you doing? I'm brushing my teeth!"
The more she resisted, the more Gregory pressed on, deepening the kiss until the minty taste of toothpaste mingled between them. He released her only when the foam threatened to overflow.
As they exited the bathroom, Abigail's legs felt weak. Gregory reached for her hand, earning a sharp glare. Aware he had overstepped, he sheepishly scratched his nose and followed her downstairs in silence.
Michelle had been waiting for a while. Seeing them, she smiled and waved. Abigail ran into her arms, nuzzling affectionately. "Mom, what brings you here? Where's Dad? Didn't he come with you?"
Michelle gently tucked Abigail's hair behind her ears and smiled. "It's just me this time. Caius is busy. Do you mind if I stay a few days?"
"Of course not! I'd love it!" Abigail hugged her mother tightly, her voice full of joy.
Gregory, seated on the sofa, chimed in, "My mom will be thrilled to see you."
Michelle nodded. "Last time I saw her, we barely had a chance to talk. This time, we'll make up for it."
Abigail and Gregory exchanged a knowing glance but said nothing more. Michelle had lost her memory and didn't remember her close friendship with Grace, though Grace remembered everything vividly.
They recalled how emotional Grace had been upon learning that Michelle was alive. Despite her declining health, she had rushed over to see Michelle.
As Grace entered the living room, she gazed at Michelle with teary eyes, too overwhelmed to speak, "Mrs. Michelle Worthington, why didn't you let us know you were coming? I haven't prepared anything."
Michelle stood up quickly, taking Grace's hand. "You don't need to go to any trouble. I'm just here for a short visit."
"Can I call you Michelle? 'Mrs. Michelle Worthington' feels too formal," Grace said warmly, eager to know about Michelle's lost years but too afraid to ask directly.
Michelle smiled. "Of course, you can. In front of you, I'm just a junior. Call me whatever you like."
Grace beamed. "Let's drop the formalities. Call me Grace."
Michelle agreed, and the two soon found themselves engrossed in conversation, their bond rekindled as if no time had passed.
Abigail and Gregory watched them with contented smiles.
Grace suddenly asked, "Michelle, why are you here alone? Didn't Caius come with you?"
Michelle shook her head. "Caius is busy with the Worthington Group. He couldn't come."
Grace said, "No matter how busy, he shouldn't let you come alone. Did you two have a fight?"
Michelle looked down, sighing. "Not really a fight, just a small disagreement. I needed some space, so I came here."
"What? You and Dad had a fight?" Abigail's eyes widened in surprise. "Mom, did he bully you? Tell me, I'll stand up for you."
Michelle gently tapped Abigail's forehead. "Don't be silly. It was just a minor disagreement. Caius will come once he's free. Don't worry."
"Really?" Abigail was skeptical, but Michelle refused to elaborate.
Grace patted Michelle's hand, changing the subject. "I heard you like herbs. I have a collection. Want to see?"
Michelle's eyes lit up. "Really? I'd love to!"
Grace gave Abigail a knowing look and led Michelle to the White Manor.
Watching them leave, Abigail and Gregory exchanged glances, both feeling a mix of relief and concern.
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