Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1955

"This is a special situation, Salome. Just bear with it and sit in the front seat," Lucy said. "Taylor's seriously injured, and I need to get him to the hospital quickly. If you're unwilling to make do, then you'll have to stay here and wait for me to call another car for you."

She was too focused on Taylor's injury to be bothered about Salome's whims.

"Fine!" Salome grumbled. "I'll consider myself unlucky today. When he wakes up, remember to remind him that he only survived out of my goodwill!"

She slipped into the front passenger seat before turning to yell at the driver again. "What are you waiting for? Can't you see how miserable I am? How clueless…"

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Two hours later, Abigail eventually regained consciousness. The first thing she saw was Kingsley standing next to her, attempting to unzip her jacket.

Immediately coming back to her senses, she threw a punch at him. He nearly blacked out.

"Ouch!" Kingsley cried out, his hand flying to nurse his injured eye. "What are you doing?"

"You deserve that!" Abigail struggled to prop herself up. "Are you trying to take advantage of me? Not unless I'm dead!"

"Right, it's my fault. I should've just let you die on the road," Kingsley grumbled. "You're such an ingrate! Where's your gratitude?"

Sensing the pain in her chest, Abigail pressed her hand to the wound and scanned her surroundings. She realized she had misunderstood him when she saw that she was in an operating room.

"Where's Taylor?" she asked, promptly changing the topic. Stubborn as she was, she was also worried about Taylor's safety.

"I have no idea," Kingsley snapped. "I only saw you at the time."

Hearing this, Abigail tried to get out of bed, but he immediately pushed her back down.

"What are you doing?"

Her chest had been pierced by a branch, and if not treated in time, the wound could become infected, potentially rendering her whole arm useless.

Abigail didn't even complain about her situation from the moment she woke up, and Kingsley had never seen such resilience in a woman. His heart ached for her.

She closed her eyes and took the initiative to undress herself, revealing her wound. At the same time, her breasts were exposed.

Kingsley had been a doctor for nearly two decades, and he normally disregarded the patient's sex. But at that moment, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Are you done staring?" Abigail glared at him.

Finally returning to his senses, Kingsley masked his emotions with a smug grin. "What's there to be shy about? It's not like I've never seen it before, right?"

Abigail clenched her teeth in fury. "Say one more word, then I'll punch your other eye too!"