Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 641: Asking for Someone’s Forgiveness Requires Sincerity

Chapter 641: Chapter 641: Asking for Someone’s Forgiveness Requires Sincerity

Knock, knock, knock.

As Clara hesitated, there was a sudden urgent knock on the door. The next moment, Abigail walked in, looking somewhat apologetic at the person on the hospital bed. "Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Smith; have you seen a one-year-old baby?"

Clara didn’t respond, just glanced under the bed.

Abigail noticed, looked down, and saw Teddy playing with his toys under the bed. Her expression relaxed slightly, and she gently called, "Teddy, come to mommy."

"Mama, Mama..." little Teddy, upon seeing his mom, happily threw his favorite toy aside and crawled towards Abigail.

Clara watched silently as Teddy crawled out from under the bed and headed towards Abigail, her eyes filled with an unquenchable longing.

This was her grandson.

She had never imagined that she would one day see her daughter’s baby, and that he would be within reach.

Abigail, ignoring the longing in Clara’s eyes, gently squatted down, took out a wet wipe, and wiped the little guy’s face. "Look at you, all dirty like a little cat. Isn’t it dirty?"

"Mama, Mama..." The little guy didn’t care if he was dirty or not; he happily moved his hands and feet towards Abigail.

Abigail couldn’t help but laugh and began to carefully wipe the little guy’s hands.

Clara on the hospital bed stared blankly at Abigail cleaning Teddy’s hands. She had seen Abigail twice in this period; the first time, she was half asleep, and the second time, she was fully awake but had driven her out after only a few sentences. Most of her understanding of her daughter came from investigation materials.

According to those materials, her daughter was a medical genius, a sought-after talent by hospitals at home and abroad, born into a royal physician family, a Smith heiress with both beauty and wisdom.

As for personality, Clara knew that Abigail’s character was similar to her father’s, stubborn, tenacious, aloof, and proud, a typical Smith.

But the girl in front of her, claiming to be her daughter, had soft eyes, a gentle tone, even indulgent, not at all impatient with her child’s antics. Was this the girl her father had taught?

Was this her daughter?

Information was never as good as reality.

Clara stared blankly at her daughter. Abigail was even more outstanding than she had imagined.

Not just in her medical achievements, but also in her character.

She did not become her, nor entirely her father; she became herself.

This realization nearly brought Clara to tears.

At that moment, Abigail picked up Teddy, took a few steps forward, bent over to pick up the toy nearby, and then turned back to Clara. "So... we’re leaving?"

"I..." Clara opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say after that. Should she stop them? And then?

Abigail paused, looked at the hesitant woman on the bed, and suddenly brought Teddy in front of Clara, shaking the little guy’s hand. "Come on, say goodbye to grandma."

The little guy couldn’t say that many words yet and waved his little hand. "Bye, bye, bye..."

Abigail couldn’t help but laugh. "Silly."

"Silly..."

Abigail was momentarily stunned, then smiled with her eyes curved, looking at Clara even more tenderly. "I’m going back home. Take care of yourself. If possible, come to Swallow City to see us."

Hearing this, Clara nervously clenched her hands. "You... don’t hate me?"

Abigail raised her eyebrows. "Did I ever say I hated you?"

"But..." You told me to find a way to forgive you!

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but Clara couldn’t ask them.

But Abigail understood. "Hating and forgiving are not the same thing. I don’t hate you. As for forgiveness, I think asking for forgiveness requires sincerity."

"Sincerity?" Clara repeated softly.

Abigail pointed outside the ward, teasingly. "Like Grandpa. He’s very sincere with you, though that old man might not be in as good health as you. Don’t give him too much trouble; don’t let him pass away before you do, or you’ll end up taking care of him."

"I... him..."

Clara heard her daughter’s words and opened her mouth to say something but couldn’t find the words. But then Abigail suddenly put down Teddy, moved forward, and lightly hugged Clara, whispering in her ear, "Mom, relax. It’s all over."

Even after Abigail left, Clara still maintained the posture of being hugged by Abigail, her mind repeatedly replaying Abigail’s words, "Mom, relax. It’s all over. It’s all over..."

Church, worried about his daughter, saw Abigail come out and quickly went in, seeing Clara’s face covered in tears. He anxiously approached. "Clara, Clara, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Clara..."

"Dad, I’m sorry for disappointing you all these years." Amid her father’s anxious concern, Clara suddenly looked up, eyes still filled with tears, her voice hoarse and apologetic.

All these years, she had truly resented her father, and she really had no face to see him!

Back then, she had left home against everyone’s wishes, leaving town not to fulfill some dream but to give up her studies for a man, become pregnant out of wedlock, abandoned her infant daughter to her father, and sought death single-heartedly, ending up disabled and too ashamed to return home.

She never regretted loving Hayden, only feeling sorry for her father and daughter.

All these years, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to go home, but she didn’t dare!

But just now, Abigail told her, "Mom, relax. It’s all over..."

She suddenly realized that twenty-eight years had passed. Her daughter had grown up, matured into a gentle and kind mother.

And she was already fifty-one years old, no longer a helpless young girl.

"Clara..." Church, who was anxiously worrying, was stunned by these words, standing still and gently calling her name, somewhat unable to believe what he just heard.

"Dad, Daddy!" Clara, after saying that first word, realized that it wasn’t that difficult to say. She had once cried night after night calling this word, but in her waking moments, she hadn’t dared to go near it.

At this moment, saying it felt like releasing her emotions, repeatedly calling "Daddy."

Church finally couldn’t help but embrace his daughter and cry. "Clara..."

The father and daughter seemed to be releasing the emotions they had buried for decades.

Daniel, hearing the commotion at the door, quietly closed it, looked at Abigail, and said, "Sis, thank you."

"Take good care of them," Abigail said with mixed emotions. After that, she turned to Brandon Piers. "Let’s go."

Brandon took Teddy from Abigail. "Yes, let’s go."

Daniel, reluctant, said, "Sis, about mom..."

"I’ll wait for her to come to me," Abigail said without looking back.

That evening, Teddy had a simple birthday celebration in a foreign land.

The next day, after three months away, Brandon finally reunited with his fiancée and boarded the private jet for home.

As for Old Mr. Smith, he stayed in Durin to help Clara recuperate.

After several hours of flying, Brandon, Abigail, and their group finally landed safely. Little did they know that someone had been waiting for them for a long time.