Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 609: Better Summon the Young Madam!

Chapter 609: Chapter 609: Better Summon the Young Madam!

Surgery room.

Abigail’s body hurt, but her head hurt even more.

Various fragmented images relentlessly rushed out of her mind. She saw herself dying in the surgery room, and then waking up from Abigail Green’s blood-soaked body.

Pain...

Whether physically or mentally, the pain caused Abigail to uncontrollably tremble.

However, the fragments in her brain didn’t stop due to her discomfort and pain. Instead, they surged more fiercely, like a Pandora’s box that had been opened.

From the time she entered Piers’ Mansion, to avenging Abigail Green, to falling for Brandon Piers, until the unresolved breakup, everything flashed through her mind like a hologram, forming her complete life.

There were bitterness, tears, joy, and sorrow. Despite Abigail’s brief life as Abigail Green, she seemed to have experienced more emotional ups and downs than an entire lifetime. But everything ended with the man’s words, "Let’s break up."

In the surgery room, the person lying there couldn’t help but shed tears.

An hour and a half later, Abigail was wheeled out of the emergency room.

Brandon rushed forward, "Abigail, Abigail..."

"Sir, the patient needs to rest," the doctor following behind reminded.

Brandon quickly asked the doctor, "How is she? When will she wake up?"

"The patient’s external injuries are not severe, but she has a serious concussion and needs observation," the doctor answered, looking at Brandon. "Your injuries also need immediate attention. Please come with me."

"I don’t need..."

Just as Brandon was about to refuse, Alex stepped forward and interrupted him, "Second Young Master, your injuries must be treated immediately. Otherwise, how will you take care of the young mistress when she wakes up?"

Alex knew it would be better to bring up the young mistress rather than persuading with too many words.

Sure enough, Brandon’s face softened slightly upon hearing this, and Alex took the opportunity to look at the doctor, "Please."

"When she wakes up, inform me immediately." Brandon knew Alex was right and nodded but didn’t forget to remind.

"Rest assured, when the young mistress wakes up, I’ll notify you at once," Alex hurriedly replied.

Only then did Brandon go in to get his wound treated.

But by the time his wound was treated, Abigail still hadn’t woken up.

Seeing this, Brandon anxiously called the doctor over, "Why hasn’t she woken up after so long?"

"The patient is not in immediate danger but recovering from a severe concussion takes time. It is expected that she will wake up by tomorrow afternoon at the latest," the doctor explained helplessly.

Brandon turned pale hearing this. Tomorrow afternoon?

"Why don’t you eat something first?" Alex quietly suggested.

After all the commotion, it was already eight in the evening, and the Second Young Master had only eaten breakfast.

But after Alex spoke, Brandon showed no appetite and shook his head, "You all go rest. I’ll take care of her."

"Your wounds haven’t healed yet. How can you take care of her? Don’t worry, I’ve arranged for reliable people," Alex said worriedly.

But Brandon ignored him and stayed by Abigail’s bedside.

After a long while, a thought crossed his mind, "How’s Jeffrey Foster?"

"Jeffrey Foster’s external injuries are severe, with a slight concussion, and he’s also not awake yet," Alex replied.

Brandon nodded. As long as he wasn’t dead.

Alex saw the Second Young Master fall silent again and wanted to persuade further, but Brandon gave him a cold glare, "Get out! Abigail needs rest."

Reluctantly, Alex had to leave.

Once everyone was out, Brandon held Abigail’s hand, gently stroking it. The immense fear and unease from the explosion still hadn’t dissipated.

These past few months had been exhausting for him both mentally and physically. He pressed his cheek against Abigail’s hand, "If you keep risking your life for other men, believe me, I’ll break your legs and keep you locked away forever, just to stay with me."

The person in the bed did not respond, but Brandon seemed to be venting his emotions, "Do you hear me? Do you know how close I was to going mad in the arena? And what did you do? You went on a relaxing holiday with another man, and even planned to marry? Heartless girl, did you so easily forget me?"

"Do you know how happy I was when you ran out from the wedding today? Do you know how scared I was when you lunged at Jeffrey Foster during the explosion? You will be the death of me, you know that? You can’t just forget the past and not care about my weak heart. Abigail, wake up quickly..."

It was unbearable!

Looking at the unconscious Abigail, Brandon felt every second was too hard to bear.

Brandon murmured incessantly by Abigail’s ear. He never knew he could speak so much, ranting from her disappearance to the emotions he felt when Abigail was about to get married.

The bitterness he spoke of seemed mundane, but the pain and anguish were beyond anyone else’s understanding.

By the end, Brandon was exhausted himself and fell asleep holding Abigail’s hand.

The night was restless.

Abigail woke up earlier than expected.

The moment she opened her eyes, she saw a fluffy head of hair. It took her a while to realize who it was.

Then the fragmented images that surfaced in the emergency room gradually formed a coherent story in her mind, along with the real emotions from back then.

The man in front of her was Brandon Piers, her fiancé.

She loved him. It was an accident, but it happened for real, and until now, that love hadn’t faded.

But remembering how decisively he broke up with her at the underground exit of the arena, even leaving without hesitation when she was injured, made Abigail feel like her heart was pierced and it hurt sharply.

She moved her fingers, trying to withdraw her hand from the man’s grasp. Surprisingly, the seemingly sound asleep man jolted up, and his eyes met Abigail’s open ones. He was overjoyed, barely able to hide his excitement, "Abigail, you woke up, that’s great!"

Abigail just looked at him indifferently.

Seeing this, Brandon waved his hand in front of Abigail’s eyes, "Abigail, where are you uncomfortable? I’ll call the doctor."

Before Abigail could speak, Brandon had already pressed the call button.

Soon, the doctor came in and conducted a detailed examination on Abigail, then turned to Brandon, "Rest assured, your wife is out of danger. However, the concussion is quite severe and requires hospitalization to prevent brain hemorrhage."

After saying this, the doctor mentioned a few more precautions. Brandon thanked him and turned to Abigail, "Drink some water first. I’ll have someone bring you food later."

Abigail stared at the man for a while, and finally spoke, her voice hoarse and dry, "Where’s Jeffrey Foster? How is he?"

The man, whose mood had just slightly lifted from the doctor’s words, suddenly turned pale. This woman hadn’t spoken since waking up, and her first words were about Jeffrey Foster!

Brandon was very displeased, but the doctor had advised that Abigail shouldn’t be agitated now; besides, she had lost her memory, and to her, Jeffrey Foster was indeed important. With this in mind, he suppressed his jealousy and spoke gently, "He’s fine, just a slight concussion. But you need to rest well."

"Okay." Abigail nodded, sipped a few drops of water, and closed her eyes again.

Brandon was stunned. Just like that? She didn’t even ask about him, who was also injured!

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