Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 499: This Face is Indeed a Bit Big (Must Read)

Chapter 499: Chapter 499: This Face is Indeed a Bit Big (Must Read)

Thump, thump, thump.

Abigail Green held her phone, listening to the man’s voice on the other end, secretly complaining about how she’d envied those young couples. But when it came to her own situation, why was she so timid?

She walked out of the bathroom and flipped the phone’s camera to face herself.

A soft, pink face immediately appeared on the screen. Abigail looked at it for a moment, feeling a discordant thought emerging. Her face did look a bit large.

Especially compared to the man’s face on the other side of the screen.

Depressed.

But Brandon Piers seemed very pleased.

Looking at that face he hadn’t seen for long yet strangely missed, Brandon felt his restless heart calm down. Lazily sitting at his desk, he continued handling documents.

These days, he wandered around the Piers Company during the day and handled affairs of several companies at night. Along with arranging people to investigate the Foster family and his third uncle’s matter, as well as keeping an eye on Jeffrey Foster, he was truly busy.

But he had already informed Luke Scout. With Michael Piers meddling, the October competition and underground events would be quite lively.

Abigail thought that when Brandon initiated the video call, it would be sweet, even romantic. But when she got comfortable, she only saw the man sitting in his study, working.

He had changed into a black shirt, buttoned up to the collar, showing no hint of skin. It was completely different from what she had imagined. Abigail couldn’t help but mentally question, "Is this it?"

She had prepared herself for so long, just to see this?

Brandon looked up and saw Abigail’s slightly disappointed expression after a moment of amazement. "Are you dissatisfied with what you see?" he asked.

"Ah, no. How could I be? Why are you still working now?" Abigail quickly found an excuse, not daring to tell the truth.

"Hmm, are you sleepy? If you are, go to sleep," Brandon asked gently.

Abigail shook her head, "I’m fine."

Though she said that, her biological clock was very honest. She couldn’t chat for long before her thoughts became unclear, and her reactions sluggish. By the time Brandon finished another document, he realized he couldn’t hear her voice anymore and found she had already fallen asleep.

The video call was still on. He could see half of Abigail’s soft face and chuckled softly before saying, "Good night," quietly to the screen.

When she woke up the next day, Abigail didn’t know when the call was cut off, but thinking of him staying with her until she fell asleep put her in a particularly good mood.

She got up feeling refreshed, spent time with Teddy, had breakfast, and then exercised with Brandon.

This kind of routine life felt fulfilling, and Abigail enjoyed it.

At school, Abigail shared her plans with Sophie Hope and others.

Everyone agreed the method was good, but practicing it would be too difficult.

What hospital would want second-year interns? Especially a group of second-year students with such unreliable grades?

After hearing it all, Abigail said, "I’ll figure this out."

The others looked at Abigail in unison. She would figure it out?

"Yes, I’ll think about it. How about we all work together and give it our best for the next month?" Abigail looked at them, feeling like a teacher encouraging kids at the Youth Palace to try hard.

But the others looked at her listlessly, not believing she could get them into a hospital.

"Are you joking? Where would take so many of us? You might not know, but even for the senior students, finding internship spots is incredibly difficult," Wilson Jasper said softly.

Lena Locke chimed in, "That’s right. It’s tough even for the seniors to arrange internships. How could we do it?"

Despite her words, Lena’s eyes were full of expectation.

Abigail didn’t explain, "If I manage to get us into a hospital, will you all actively participate in the competition?"

Ralf immediately responded, "Sure!"

He was eyeing the prize money for the top three placements in the competition.

Sophie stood coolly, "I have no objections."

Davis Hudson, knowing that most hospitals in Swallow City were owned by the Piers family, thought finding an internship hospital would be easy. But he didn’t reveal Abigail’s plan.

Wilson Jasper nodded without much hope.

"Then it’s settled," Abigail said, putting aside the hospital matter and assigning tasks, "Wilson, Lena, you two strengthen your theoretical knowledge; Ralf, Davis, practice your skills and help Wilson and Lena fix any gaps. Sophie, you’re specializing in anesthesia, so during the competition, make sure to control the anesthetic dosage to assist me."

After finishing her instructions, Lena leaned her head on her hand, "Can we really do this?"

"Of course. Didn’t Ralf calculate? Follow me, and you’ll get meat to eat," Abigail laughed.

Ralf scratched the back of his head awkwardly, "I am quite accurate!"

"Ha ha ha," everyone laughed.

But soon they realized, what would Abigail be doing?

They hadn’t heard her assign herself a task. Realizing this, they looked at her in unison, "What about you? What will you be responsible for?"

"Supervising you all," Abigail grinned mischievously.

Everyone scoffed.

But then they discovered Abigail hadn’t lied. She really began to supervise them.

From everyday classes to after-class practice.

In Thursday’s dissection class, everyone was mentally prepared. This time, they wouldn’t score a zero.

But unexpectedly, the specimen this time was an earthworm.

Not only Lena, but also Sophie and Davis felt quite repulsed.

Wilson didn’t speak but looked pale. Only Ralf seemed interested. He was afraid of animals like rabbits, but very brave with invertebrates.

Abigail looked at them, "Don’t think of it as what it is. Just see it as a common specimen."

Saying this, she put on gloves, took the earthworm from the culture box, anesthetized it, washed it with clean water, and pinned it on a wax plate. Then she began dissecting from the dorsal midline with instruments.

The others watched Abigail’s procedure in disbelief.

Abigail pointed at the microscope, "Come and observe."

No one moved.

"If you can’t handle dissecting an earthworm, how will you manage human dissection later?" she asked, looking at them.

Their faces didn’t look good.

At this moment, Wilson stepped forward, "I’ll observe."

"I’ll do it too," Lena took a deep breath, not forgetting why she was there.

Ralf extended his hand, "Me too."

With everyone stepping up bravely, Lena and Davis followed suit.

Abigail knew this was a good start. She then naturally guided them in observing the earthworm’s digestive, circulatory, reproductive, and nervous systems.

On the podium, Jeffrey Foster couldn’t help glancing over. He had learned from Old Mr. Smith that Abigail Green was indeed Abigail. He almost questioned her again but held back.

Since she didn’t want to acknowledge him, asking again would be useless. But he had his ways to make her admit she was Abigail.

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Notification: I’m revising the text. I really am an author who loves to revise, covering my face.

While writing, I felt something was off. I’ve changed Abigail, Lena, and Sophie’s majors to Clinical Medicine. Sophie remains in the anesthesiology specialty. The other two are in surgery, temporarily in the same class.

Sally Hood was too similar to Lena Locke’s character and has been removed.

Additionally, to not affect updates and free limited-time burst posts, revisions will be done one Chapter at a time after updates. It’s slow but won’t affect future reading.

Thank you for understanding, bowing!