Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 519: The Young Master Pei in the Cold War

Chapter 519: Chapter 519: The Young Master Pei in the Cold War

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Abigail lightly knocked on the door.

There was no response.

Abigail gritted her teeth and knocked again. Only then did a voice come from inside, "Come in."

Pressing her lips together, Abigail pushed the door open and entered.

The man, whom she hadn’t seen all night, sat at the desk, appearing busy. Even as she entered, he did not look up.

Abigail wanted to speak, but seeing Brandon Piers’s attitude left her at a loss for words. Several times she swallowed back the words that came to her lips.

Thus, the two remained at a stalemate.

Abigail’s heart sank bit by bit. She knew the man was truly angry this time.

"Second Young Master, Young Mistress, it’s time to eat." She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when Housekeeper Piers’s voice came from outside.

It was only then that Brandon Piers lifted his head, his gaze falling on Abigail. "Let’s eat."

With that, he got up and walked out.

Abigail didn’t know what the man was thinking. As he passed by her, she grabbed him, "Brandon Piers, let’s talk."

"Let’s eat first," the man replied.

"But..."

"Don’t worry. I’ll handle the video issue." Brandon Piers interrupted her before she could finish speaking. After saying this, he shook off Abigail’s hand and walked out.

Abigail looked at her now empty palm, which still held the warmth of the man, yet her heart was cold to the core. Didn’t he really want to listen to her?

Feeling uneasy and standing stiffly inside for a long time, realizing the man wouldn’t turn back for her, Abigail slowly turned around and left the study.

Old Mr. Smith hadn’t come today, so it was just the two of them at the dining table.

The atmosphere was very oppressive.

Several times Abigail tried to speak, but each time Brandon Piers’s unintentional actions interrupted her.

After several failed attempts, Abigail grew more and more frustrated, but Brandon Piers had already stood up and headed upstairs.

Watching his unwavering back, Abigail suddenly lost her strength and collapsed into the chair. At that moment, Lena Locke’s call came through again.

"What’s wrong?" Abigail answered, her tone listless.

"The videos are gone, but many people are still cursing you online. It’s best if you stay offline for a while. Understand?" Lena Locke advised softly.

"Mm." Abigail responded faintly. She wasn’t too concerned about what people online were saying. She was only worried about one person now.

Lena Locke picked up on the disappointment in Abigail’s voice. "Abigail, don’t be sad. We all believe in you."

"Mm, I’m fine." Abigail forced her voice to sound steady.

After hanging up, Abigail sat motionlessly in the dining room for over ten minutes before she got up.

Little Teddy had already been brought over by Kelly. The two little ones played happily. Abigail accompanied them for a while before Kelly called her aside. "What’s going on online? How could you and Dean Foster..."

"It was a set-up, but nothing happened," Abigail didn’t expect Kelly to know as well.

"I saw some nasty things online, cursing you for making Brandon Piers a cuckold. You should go see Second Young Master." In fact, Kelly had seen far worse insults online. She had also heard from the other maids this morning that Second Young Master was in a foul mood and not to provoke him if possible.

That’s why she urged Abigail.

After all, regardless of the facts, having his fiancée’s alleged affair exposed online, especially with such ridicule, was a significant blow to Second Young Master’s pride.

Especially since she heard from Peter that just yesterday, Second Young Master had proudly posted about Abigail’s competition win on Facebook Circle. Now, this face-slapping incident was unbearable even for a normal person, let alone a man of his esteemed background.

Abigail wanted to say he was ignoring her, but she thought for a moment and nodded.

She kissed Teddy, took a deep breath to brace herself, and went to change into workout clothes before heading to the third floor.

Arriving on the third floor, indeed she found Brandon Piers exercising.

Abigail glanced at the man and nonchalantly went to her yoga mat, mimicking exercises while occasionally stealing glances at him.

But ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes passed... Brandon Piers completely ignored her. Instead, he turned off the treadmill and walked out.

Abigail hurriedly caught up and grabbed Brandon Piers’s wrist, "Brandon Piers, let’s talk!"

Just then, Housekeeper Piers approached, "Young Mistress, you left your phone downstairs. This number has called several times. It seems urgent, and Aunt Claudia asked me to bring it up."

Hardly had Housekeeper Piers finished speaking when Abigail’s phone rang again.

The man, whom Abigail was holding by his sleeve, glanced at the number and guessed who was calling. The previously impassive face darkened, and he shook off Abigail and headed to his bedroom.

Abigail thought she had finally found an opportunity, only to be interrupted. The man left again, looking even angrier than before.

Huh!

Watching his back, Abigail took a deep breath, feeling both powerless and helpless.

Housekeeper Piers sensed something was wrong, "I apologize, Young Mistress. Did I disturb you?"

"No, it’s fine." Abigail took the phone, saw the number, frowned slightly, and hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Abigail, I apologize for yesterday’s incident. I didn’t expect it to turn out this way. I have people handling it... I’m sorry." Jeffrey Foster’s voice was sincerely apologetic and filled with regret.

"My fiancé will take care of my affairs. You needn’t trouble yourself." Abigail guessed that Jeffrey Foster’s guilt was the reason for Brandon Piers’s anger. She responded coldly to Jeffrey but recalled his confession. She never thought her senior, such a person, felt inferior due to his background.

Even less did she expect his inferiority complex to prevent him from confessing his feelings.

What she had longed for in her previous life, only to never receive, now resurfaced. She felt a sense of irony hearing it again.

She was no longer the old Abigail.

"Sorry if what happened yesterday caused you and Second Young Master any trouble. If it helps, I’d be willing to personally apologize and clarify at Moon Lake Manor," Jeffrey Foster said, filled with remorse.

Abigail felt the matter wasn’t entirely Jeffrey Foster’s fault and gently declined, "I implicated you. Mr. Foster, there’s no need to blame yourself."

With that, Abigail intended to hang up the phone, but she heard a male voice on the other end, "Dean Foster, it’s time to change your dressing. Seriously, why did it have to be your wrist? Don’t you know how valuable your wrists are..."

"I’m fine. It’ll heal with time." Jeffrey Foster interrupted.

But Abigail had already heard clearly. Jeffrey Foster’s wrist was injured?

As a fellow doctor, Abigail knew better than anyone how crucial the wrist was to a practitioner. But now, Jeffrey Foster’s wrist was hurt, and from what she gathered, he seemed to be in a hospital.

She furrowed her brows, recalling Brandon Piers’s punch yesterday.

"You’re saying it’s nothing, yet it’s that bad..."

"Abigail, I have to go. I’ll visit another day to apologize in person." After saying that, Jeffrey Foster seemed to hurry off the call, afraid Abigail might overhear more.

Listening to the dial tone that followed, Abigail’s mood turned exceedingly heavy.

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