Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 669 Brandon, be good, let go of your hand

Chapter 669: Chapter 669 Brandon, be good, let go of your hand

"Even though you came quickly, it was still too late. They are already asleep. Do you still want him? He’s so dirty now. Do you still want him?" Eva Bell saw Abigail Green’s gaze and suddenly laughed.

Thinking of her own past suffering, Eva Bell longed to see the same pain on Abigail Green’s face, so similar to Minnie Swift’s.

Unfortunately, Abigail only gave her a cold glance. "Absurd."

After speaking, Abigail dragged the stiff Eva Bell in front of the conference hall door, pinching Eva’s fingers one by one.

Eva had never been so humiliated before. Adding the two slaps from earlier, she wished she could eat Abigail alive. "Abigail Green, how dare you... how dare you treat me like this, hmph..."

Before Eva could finish speaking, the door had already opened. Abigail tossed Eva to the ground as if throwing out trash and pushed the door open. The strong smell of blood immediately filled Abigail’s nose.

The scent of blood mixed with an aphrodisiac incense. Abigail’s eyes instantly turned red.

"Brandon..." Abigail’s voice trembled.

Brandon Piers’ hand, holding a broken glass bottle, shook as he instinctively looked towards the door.

Abigail had already seen the situation inside. Her tightly strained heart nearly broke. She rushed forward to grab Brandon’s hand. "Brandon..."

"Abigail..." Brandon’s voice, rough and hoarse, barely managed the two syllables.

Abigail’s heart shattered. She stepped forward to hug him, looking at Brandon’s hand holding the broken glass against Bertha Swift’s neck, his own palm bleeding. She gently coaxed Brandon in a tone she used to pacify Teddy. "Brandon, be good. Let go of your hand."

"She tried to dirty me. I want to kill her." Brandon did not let go but instead tightened his grip as he saw Abigail, a fierce look in his slightly awakened eyes.

Seeing the bloody line on Bertha’s neck, Abigail knew Brandon was serious. He indeed wanted to kill Bertha Swift. Had she arrived any later, he might have already slit Bertha’s throat.

Abigail didn’t think Brandon was ruthless. Instead, she felt even more sorry for him and hugged him tightly. "Brandon, she’s not worth dirtying your hands."

No one in this world deserved to dirty her Brandon’s hands.

Eva Bell wasn’t worth it, and Bertha Swift wasn’t worth it either.

"But she..." Brandon’s voice remained hoarse, but his tone carried an unspeakable grievance.

"It’s okay. I’m here now, aren’t I?" Abigail knelt beside him and hugged him gently, feeling his burning body and softly whispered.

"Abigail, I didn’t dirty myself. Please don’t despise me, okay?" Brandon’s rationality faded as he leaned into Abigail’s embrace, looking at her with amber eyes full of careful hope.

"I don’t despise you. Our Brandon isn’t dirty. No matter what you’ve done, as long as you’re still my Brandon, I won’t despise you." Abigail whispered in his ear, her heart aching deeply.

"Really?" Brandon asked in a low voice, immediately thinking of his mother. He was really afraid, afraid that disappointment in love and men would turn Abigail into his mother.

"Really, Brandon. I’m not that fragile. Our love isn’t that fragile. Compared to your life and freedom, those things don’t mean anything." Abigail saw where Brandon’s gaze was and spoke gently yet firmly.

Brandon slowly loosened his grip on the sharp glass shard.

Just as his hand opened, Abigail’s tears almost spilled out. He must have used so much force. He barely hurt others, but his palm was already a bloody mess.

"Abigail, don’t cry..." Seeing tears at the corner of her eyes, Brandon’s rationality slightly returned. He reached out to wipe her face but smeared blood all over, instantly panicking like a child.

Abigail rubbed her face on his clothes. "It’s okay. Just wipe it off, and it’ll be fine."

"Second Young Master, Second Young Master... oh, it hurts. I’m so uncomfortable..." As Abigail finished rubbing her face, the drug-intoxicated Bertha Swift began to whimper painfully on the ground.

Abigail looked up sharply and finally understood why Brandon attacked Bertha. From her condition, it was clear Bertha’s drugging was far worse than Brandon’s. Abigail quickly checked Bertha’s pulse and cursed softly before turning to Brandon. "Brandon, let’s go."

"Hm..." Brandon replied absentmindedly, not moving and staring at Abigail with fiery eyes.

Abigail immediately realized that he had relaxed upon her arrival, letting the drug take over his senses. She hurriedly gave Brandon a jab, only for Bertha to cling to him again.

Having no choice, Abigail gritted her teeth and knocked Bertha out with an injection. Then she helped the slightly awake Brandon to his feet, but he leaned heavily against her, nearly toppling her over.

She struggled to support him, avoiding the mess on the floor and painstakingly made their way out of the reception hall, only to see Eva Bell sitting on the floor, staring at her with hatred.

Abigail met Eva’s eyes and coldly sneered. "Is this the outcome you wanted?"

"If it weren’t for you, they’d already be together." Eva said bitterly, yet she also secretly sighed in relief.

"If it weren’t for me, Bertha would be dead, and Brandon would be a murderer. Eva, I don’t know what happened between you, Uncle Piers, and my mother, but don’t you feel even a bit guilty or remorseful for hurting Brandon like this?" Abigail dropped the remark and continued supporting Brandon out.

Eva was stunned by Abigail’s words and stayed silent for a long time. But just as they were about to leave the room, she suddenly spoke, "What if they had ended up together today?"

"I wouldn’t blame Brandon, and this matter wouldn’t become an obstacle in my heart. But I know he would hate himself for it. But it’s okay. I will love him well and teach him how to forgive himself." Abigail’s voice was calm and composed, not turning back to answer Eva.

After speaking, she continued to support Brandon.

She didn’t know if the increasingly heavy man on her shoulder heard what she said, but she meant every word she said. It was also what she truly believed.

If it really happened, she would feel uncomfortable, but that discomfort could be managed. Compared to losing him, love was more important than chastity, and being alive was more important than love.

Besides, she was clearer than anyone else that he loved her.

"You’re lying, you’re lying..." Eva wouldn’t believe it. She collapsed on the ground, her meticulously arranged hair in disarray, but she didn’t care. She just stared at Abigail’s back, shouting that she was lying.

How could she not care, how could she!

Abigail ignored Eva, supporting Brandon towards the elevator. At that moment, her phone rang. She struggled to take it out and answer it with one hand, hearing Pullan anxiously shout, "Young Mistress, how’s it going on your end? Reporters are coming up!"

Abigail’s hand froze as she struggled to support Brandon. She felt him bite her earlobe, clearly already losing his sanity.

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