Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 620 I Deserve to Die, Punish Me Tonight, Okay?

Chapter 620: Chapter 620 I Deserve to Die, Punish Me Tonight, Okay?

Ten minutes later.

Daniel comforted his mother and opened the door, looking apologetically at the two. "I’m sorry, both of you. My mother isn’t doing well. She took her medication and lied down. I’m afraid she won’t be able to see you today."

Brandon Piers didn’t want Abigail Green to go in after experiencing Mrs. Green’s temper earlier, so he welcomed Daniel’s words.

Abigail had always feared her grandfather’s bad temper since childhood. But since he was her grandfather and had raised her, she had to tolerate it. However, she had no such patience for others, especially someone she wasn’t familiar with. Hearing Daniel’s words, she bid farewell directly.

However, Daniel still made sure to get Abigail’s contact information.

After this little episode, they returned to the villa by the afternoon.

The villa next door, which had been damaged by an explosion, had been repaired. Aside from the newer walls, there were no other signs of damage.

Abigail instinctively glanced at it a few more times, and the man beside her said, "The explosion didn’t significantly damage the house’s structure. The Kimura couple had it renovated, and Jeffrey Foster hasn’t returned."

The beginning sounded normal, but at the last sentence, Abigail turned to look at Brandon.

Brandon’s expression was calm, as if he was merely stating a fact.

Abigail gently shook her head when she saw this.

At that moment, the car stopped outside their villa, and Aunt Claudia and Juliet Rosa were already waiting for them with Teddy in their arms.

Abigail hurriedly got out of the car to hug Teddy.

She hadn’t been able to properly hold her baby during her hospital stay.

The little guy, finally being held by his mother, waved his hands and feet happily, babbling incoherently in baby talk.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t been in his mother’s fragrant embrace for long before Daddy plucked him off and put him on the ground to crawl.

Abigail sighed, "..."

"He’s at the crucial stage of leaning development. We can’t always hold him; he needs to crawl more." After saying this, he took Abigail’s hand and walked toward the villa.

Teddy started crawling after them as soon as he saw them.

Aunt Claudia and Juliet Rosa watched with mixed feelings.

Abigail glanced back at her pitiful son and gave the man a disapproving look.

After lunch, Abigail played with Teddy for a while, then went to Brandon’s study after the little one fell asleep for his nap.

Study.

Alex stood to the side. "Second Young Master, Jeffrey Foster disappeared after leaving the hospital, but I found an issue in his medical records. Take a look."

Brandon took the documents and reviewed them, his expression turning serious. "What did the doctor say?"

"Vision deterioration caused by cerebrospinal fluid hemorrhage affecting the central nervous system. Surgery can reduce the pressure, but Dean Foster chose to forgo it." Alex didn’t understand Jeffrey’s choice either.

Brandon roughly understood why Jeffrey bid Abigail farewell early and then was discharged. According to the medical records, his vision had already deteriorated at the time.

"Do you think we should tell Mistress?" Alex hesitated before asking.

Brandon remained silent for a while before asking, "Any news about Clara Smith?"

"No, according to the information provided by Old Mr. Smith, there is no one in Durin that matches Clara Smith. Could he have made a mistake?" Alex was a bit frustrated. Durin wasn’t F Nation and wasn’t his territory, making the search more difficult.

Especially since Old Mr. Smith provided very little useful information.

"Broaden the search." Brandon knew that even though Abigail didn’t say it, her mother abandoning her for so many years without a word must have left a deep scar on her heart.

Especially when Grandpa Smith mentioned her mother last time, Abigail’s sudden emotional outburst made Brandon determined to find Clara Smith.

"Yes." Alex acknowledged and turned to leave the study, only to run into Abigail at the door. He quickly greeted her, "Hello, Mistress."

When Brandon heard this, he hurriedly stood up, "Abigail..."

There was a trace of guilt in his tone, not knowing how much Abigail had overheard.

Abigail sighed softly, "Are you looking for her?"

Brandon naturally knew who she meant and nodded. "Grandpa wants to find Aunt Smith. If you don’t want me to, then I won’t look."

If searching for Clara Smith made Abigail uncomfortable, then there was no need to look.

Hearing this, Abigail felt complicated emotions but eventually nodded. "Look for her. Although Grandpa doesn’t say it, he’s been thinking about her all these years. It’s good to find her."

"And what about you?" Brandon asked softly, looking at Abigail. She only mentioned Grandpa, but what about her?

Abigail stepped forward, holding Brandon’s hand and walking towards the sofa.

Seeing this, Brandon held her hand back and sat her directly on his lap. "Abigail, don’t you miss your mom?"

During these days, they had been living in the same room, and gradually, Abigail had gotten used to their intimacy. She didn’t react much to Brandon’s actions but seriously thought about his question. After a while, she rested her head on Brandon’s chest and murmured, "Before I reincarnated into Abigail Green’s body, I resented her a lot. I wondered how she could be so heartless to abandon me and Grandpa. But after Minnie Swift’s incident, I’ve come to understand her more. Maybe she had her own difficulties..."

"Abigail..." Brandon’s heart ached as he listened. He placed his chin on Abigail’s head. "What if, when we find her, she turns out to be different from what you imagine? What will you do?"

"Nothing." Abigail chuckled. Before regaining her memories, thinking about being abandoned by her mother made her feel especially painful. But after regaining her memories, she wasn’t that obsessed anymore. She had outgrown the need for parental love. It wasn’t because she had matured but because she had received sufficient love.

Although this love didn’t come from her biological parents, Minnie Swift’s deep motherly love for Abigail Green, Aunt Claudia’s care for her, and most importantly, the preferential treatment from the man holding her made her timid heart strong.

So she wasn’t afraid anymore.

Whatever the reason Clara Smith had abandoned her, she wasn’t afraid anymore.

"Hmm?" Hearing Abigail’s response, Brandon tilted his head to see her expression.

He still vividly remembered Abigail’s reaction when Grandpa Smith mentioned Clara Smith.

"Before regaining my memories, I was a bit stubborn, thinking that even my biological parents could abandon me. How could I expect others not to? And then I heard that you liked me, but you broke up with me, which made me even more emotional. So I lost control." Abigail wasn’t one to analyze her own feelings for others, but at that moment, she was willing to share her state of mind with Brandon.

Brandon understood. That’s why Jeffrey told him Abigail would choose him because he was her safest choice.

He had to admit Jeffrey understood the former Abigail well.

Fortunately, the reincarnated Abigail was no longer the same. She was more confident, strong, and courageous.

Thinking of this, Brandon affectionately nuzzled Abigail’s neck with his chin. "You can’t abandon me in the future."

Abigail found it amusing, "You were the one who wanted to abandon me last time."

Hearing this, Brandon’s amber eyes fixed intently on the person in his arms. "I deserve to be punished. You can punish me tonight."

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