Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 628: Have You Asked About Me After I Was Reported Dead?

Chapter 628: Chapter 628: Have You Asked About Me After I Was Reported Dead?

Abigail Green stared at the frail woman on the recliner, a flood of fragmented memories rushing into her mind.

Daniel had mentioned that Greta had a fallout with her family and ran away from home as a teenager.

Her mother had also left home after a quarrel with her grandfather.

Greta gave birth to her daughter and sent her back home, just like her mother had.

Greta had not dared to return home for many years. Abigail did not know why her mother never returned, but the result was the same.

Greta’s daughter died last year. So did hers.

And when Daniel had met her in Gills City, he had unwittingly mentioned that Abigail was his sister, but she had not taken it to heart at the time.

Piecing everything together and looking at Greta’s face again, there was nothing Abigail did not understand.

Even though she understood, she had no idea how to face the person in front of her at that moment.

Especially when she thought about what she had to do today, and what she had heard from Daniel about Greta’s past, her heart felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

She had never expected to find the person she had been seeking by all means in this way.

"Who are you?" The person on the recliner suddenly spoke. Unlike her harmless appearance, her voice was filled with intense wariness.

Abigail came back to her senses, looking at the woman in front of her who appeared delicate yet stubborn, not knowing how to respond. Who was she?

How should she answer?

Abigail’s silence made the atmosphere in the hospital room quite tense. Behind the curtain, Daniel grew anxious. He did not understand what was wrong with Abigail, why she did not take any action.

Just as Daniel could not help but want to step forward, Abigail’s voice finally sounded, "Are you Clara Smith?"

Daniel froze. Had he ever mentioned his mother’s Flowery name to Abigail Green?

Greta, who had been half-awake, was equally stunned. She had not heard this name in a long, long time. At this moment, hearing it from the mouth of a girl with a blurry face, she was momentarily struck dumb. It took her a while to realize she was Clara Smith.

Greta nodded, "I am Clara Smith. Do you know me?"

"I don’t know if I should say that I know you." Abigail looked at the woman with a puzzled expression and said.

Clara looked at the person in front of her with confusion, frowning slightly.

Behind the curtain, Daniel did not understand what Abigail was doing, and he grew increasingly worried. A psychologist beside him waved a hand, suggesting, "Stay and observe."

Abigail was speaking the truth. She really did not know if she should say she knew the person in front of her. Clara had given birth to her but had never raised her.

In her short life as Dr. Smith, she had never seen her.

So she did not know if they should be considered acquainted.

"My name is Abigail Green." Abigail paused, ignoring the woman’s frown, and said word by word.

Clara froze again, then laughed, "Abigail Green? Which Abigail Green?"

Where had this girl come from, pretending to be her daughter?

"The daughter you gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy, Abigail Green." Abigail looked at Clara and affirmed.

Clara laughed, "Am I dreaming?"

Daniel’s heart skipped a beat. Had his mother found out?

"No, you are not dreaming. I am still alive, just in a different way, living in this world," Abigail said softly at this point. "May I sit down?"

"You may." Clara gradually saw the girl’s face clearly, a face completely different from her daughter’s but somewhat resembling an old friend. She couldn’t help but scrutinize Abigail more seriously.

Abigail did not mind Clara’s scrutiny. She found a chair and sat down in front of Clara. "You don’t believe me."

It was a statement.

According to the agreement, she was not supposed to get close to Clara. It might break the dream-like feel, awakening her.

But at this point, there was no need to create a dream-like feel. On the contrary, she hoped Clara could remember this moment clearly.

Clara was puzzled by the inexplicable girl, "Should I believe you?"

"Since I could read, I started learning about various herbs. At three, I could handle needles. At eight, I had memorized the Compendium of Materia Medica. At fifteen, I was called a medical prodigy. Actually, I was not smart at all. I just worked harder than others from the beginning because I could not tarnish the name of the Smith family of royal doctors and disgrace my grandfather. Do you know what I am talking about?" Abigail did not answer Clara’s question but instead, recounted her growth story.

Clara’s face turned pale. Looking at the young girl before her, her voice trembled, "Who are you?"

"I just told you. You just don’t believe it," Abigail said, looking at her emotional mother.

"My daughter is gone. You couldn’t be her." Clara instinctively shook her head. She knew the life the girl described well, as it mirrored her own growth path.

Although the girl spoke lightly, having gone through such a growth process, she knew better than anyone the hardship and bitterness involved.

Her father, Church Smith, was the best traditional Flowery medicine doctor domestically, even internationally. But he was the world’s most unqualified father, irritable, overbearing, and stubborn. The girl’s growth process she described was her own.

The difference was she had no talent for medicine. She did not become a prodigy girl until she ran away from home.

In contrast, her daughter was known as a prodigy at fifteen and went to Yale at sixteen to study cardiothoracic surgery, achieving remarkable success.

But what did this have to do with the girl in front of her?

"I am her," Abigail gave Clara a definitive answer as she wondered.

Clara stared blankly at the girl, "You are my daughter? But she already..."

"I died suddenly in the operating room last April. I was reborn into the body of a nineteen-year-old girl, retaining her memories and becoming her. But I am still Abigail Green, the only heir to the Smith family, the daughter you gave birth to and abandoned," Abigail explained flatly.

"Ha, are you telling me a story?" Clara laughed, thinking the girl was a bit crazy. Rebirth? Could she not come up with something more extravagant? She instinctively looked around, suspecting this was Daniel’s handiwork.

But this was too exaggerated.

Yet Abigail did not laugh, still looking at Clara. "Grandpa and I are already reunited. You should understand his character. No one can fool him. When I was very young, I was curious about what my mother was like. But there was not a single photo at home. I later secretly stole one from Grandpa’s locked cabinet, hiding it under my pillow daily, imagining one day you would become real and hug me. Later, when I was a bit older, Grandpa said you had died outside. I stopped dreaming then..."

Abigail showed a self-mocking smile. The casual talk now was a deeply engraved part of her growing up.

The woman on the recliner stared blankly at the girl before her, a suppressed pain showing on her face, "You... You... How could it be?"

"I heard you asked about me after I died," Abigail ignored Clara’s words, sarcastically looking at her.

For an instant, Clara’s face turned paler, her breathing becoming unsteady.

Daniel clenched his fists in shock. What was Abigail Green doing? This was not the plan they had discussed!