Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 667: He Has the Best Abigail in the World

Chapter 667: Chapter 667: He Has the Best Abigail in the World

Brandon Piers knew his mother was obsessed; otherwise, their family wouldn’t have been in pieces. He was always cautious of her, making sure someone watched her, but he never thought she knew he had people watching. So, the woman who left before he arrived wasn’t Bertha Swift.

She deliberately put on a show for him.

However, wanting to avoid Kennan Max’s watchful eyes, it seemed the third branch had stepped in on today’s grand drama.

Brandon Piers used all his strength to stand tall and looked at Eva Bell. "Mother, do you know the consequences of what you did today? You lost Father back then. Did you ever think you might lose your son one day?"

"Are you threatening me?"

"No, how could I threaten you? In your heart, have you ever considered me as your son? In your eyes, there’s nothing but your pride and love. What else is in your heart? Even giving birth to us was just a bargaining chip to bind a man. Now you want to separate me and Abigail because of your ridiculous hatred? Mother, you are indeed not as good as Minnie Swift. She has love and someone to love in her heart, but you don’t. You only have yourself," Brandon Piers said each word deliberately, looking at Eva Bell.

Slap!

Eva Bell trembled and slapped Brandon Piers in the face.

Brandon Piers, already struggling due to the toxin in his body, couldn’t hold on any longer after the slap, and he crashed into the desk behind him.

He felt the pain that Abigail had endured when she took the slap for him, and it really hurt.

Brandon Piers forced himself to stand up again but looked at Eva Bell with only pity.

Eva Bell’s hands shook uncontrollably. Brandon Piers’s words were like a sharp knife, brutally tearing open the facade she had maintained all these years, exposing the bloody reality, leaving her no place to hide.

She was not as good as Minnie Swift, not as good as Minnie Swift... So her husband and son were both enchanted by Minnie Swift and her daughter.

They didn’t love her. They didn’t understand her pain!

Yet, looking at his mother like this, Brandon Piers could only think of five words: pathetic and foolish.

A madwoman who lost herself for love, finally falling into jealousy and hysteria.

How similar she was to himself when he was manipulated by Jeffrey Foster’s schemes, except he realized his innate obsession and tried his best to restrain it. Even so, he still hurt Abigail.

He had this woman’s blood running in his veins. He had also felt that kind of loss of control, but his biggest difference from his mother was his luck. He had the best Abigail in the world.

Although she had been through so much suffering, his Abigail still had her own beliefs, strong, tolerant, kind, and even more courageous and appreciative of love because of the hardships.

Her love healed him.

So he couldn’t hurt her any longer.

"Mother, let me go." Brandon Piers controlled his trembling body. He guessed the drug’s effect shouldn’t last long.

"If I let you go, will you stop hating me?" Eva Bell’s voice suddenly became low, her gaze probing as she softly questioned.

Brandon Piers looked at his emotionally unstable mother. "I never hated you."

"Ha, is it because you pity me too?" Eva Bell’s voice grew softer.

Brandon Piers became more vigilant. "No."

"Oh." Eva Bell seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but then her voice suddenly grew louder and urgent. "You don’t love me either, do you? Since that’s the case, I hope you hate me."

"You..." Brandon Piers was infuriated. He almost forgot there were only two women in the world who could make him this angry. The first was Eva Bell.

Buzz buzz buzz...

At this moment, Brandon Piers’s phone vibrated.

Eva Bell stepped forward, grabbed it from Brandon Piers’s pocket, and answered.

"Second Young Master, something is wrong. The person trailing Bertha Swift went out of town and realized she was deliberately taking a detour. I suspect the person in the car isn’t Bertha Swift. Where are you now? We’ll come to you immediately!" Kennan Max said regretfully.

They had clearly been watching Bertha Swift going in and out but never expected the other side would switch people. And when did Eva Bell hide a woman so similar to Bertha Swift in her room?

Eva Bell listened and abruptly hung up the phone, tossed it into a nearby water glass, and without further words to Brandon Piers, she walked to the bedroom and dragged the abnormally looking Bertha Swift into the living room, lit some incense, and locked the living room door.

The next moment the wooden blinds were drawn, and she leisurely sat on the sofa outside.

When she booked the hotel, she specifically chose this two-hundred-square-meter suite, which, apart from the bedroom, had a separate living area, kitchen, and bar.

Glancing indifferently at the wooden blinds drawn in the living room, Eva Bell took out her phone, took a photo, and then wrote, "Guess what Brandon and Miss Swift are doing?"

After sending it, Eva Bell poured herself a glass of red wine. She was really curious to see Abigail Green’s reaction when she saw her husband betraying her with a face similar to Minnie Swift’s.

The pain she hadn’t experienced, let her daughter experience it well, feel her years of suffering.

At the thought of this, a victorious smile appeared on Eva Bell’s still beautiful face, despite the years. However, her eyes, showing deceit and old age, hid more than just obsession and confusion.

...

Inside the living room.

Bertha Swift had been tormented by the aphrodisiac in her body for over half an hour. Now, stimulated by the lit incense, she lunged at Brandon Piers like a starving wolf. "Second Young Master, help me, help me..."

"Get out!" Brandon Piers had already collapsed on the ground. Covering his nose and mouth with his jacket, he used all his strength to kick Bertha Swift away when she lunged towards him, his voice hoarse from cursing.

Bertha Swift was kicked to the ground, and after a moment of pain, her drug-controlled body crawled towards Brandon Piers again, like a mindless mating machine.

Brandon Piers continued to kick her away, but his strength was fading, and a layer of cold sweat formed on his forehead. He inhaled quite a bit of the incense, his pale skin tinting with an unnatural flush.

The Bertha Swift on the ground seemed to draw strength from his actions, crawling faster each time, tearing at Brandon Piers’s clothes. "Second Young Master, Second Young Master, save me..."

"Bertha Swift, wake the hell up. Is the Swift family’s lady a whore?" Brandon Piers no longer cared about his image and cursed softly. Glancing around the living room, he suddenly noticed the shards of glass beside the spilled red wine. He kicked Bertha Swift away again, struggled to the wine spill, picked up a shard, and slashed his thigh twice.

He guessed the wine Eva Bell served had volatile drugs mixed in, but since she wanted to watch a good show, the drug’s effect couldn’t last long. If he could remain conscious until Kennan Max arrived, he would be safe.

Blood flowed from Brandon Piers’s thigh, mixing with the wine on the white floor, stark and jarring.

Bertha Swift was momentarily shocked by Brandon Piers’s words and actions, but soon lost her mind again as she inhaled more incense, crawling towards Brandon Piers.

Brandon Piers held the blood-stained shard, looking coldly at the mad woman.