Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 899 Mary Scott’s True Identity

Chapter 899: Chapter 899 Mary Scott’s True Identity

"Cough, cough, cough—Alfred isn’t what you think!" Mary Scott turned her head and saw her younger brother with his mouth wide open, a stunned expression on his face. She hurriedly began explaining.

Alfred waved his hand quickly, "No... no big deal. You’ve liked your brother-in-law for so long, a little enthusiasm is understandable."

What?

Mary’s face turned beet red upon hearing her brother’s statement. The man beside her was blatantly pinning her down—what part of this looked like enthusiasm? And what’s this nonsense about her liking her brother-in-law for so long? Did she have no dignity?

"Shut up!" Mary yelled at her brother, attempting to get up, only to realize her legs—tense from panic—were clasping tightly around David Locke’s waist. The position made her look as though she were clinging to him.

It was... so awkward.

Mary’s face became even redder as she tried to prop herself up. However, the man pressing her down wasn’t moving. Humiliated and furious, she yelled, "Will you get off me already?"

So embarrassing.

David hadn’t expected such a turn of events either. After being yelled at, he propped himself up with one hand and sat upright. He even took the chance to help Mary up.

Once they were both seated properly, David didn’t dwell on the awkward moment. Instead, he placed his hand on Mary’s forehead again, confirming his suspicion—she had a fever.

"Alfred, is there a thermometer at home?" David turned to ask Alfred, who was still feeling awkward about the scene he had just witnessed.

Alfred wasn’t a fool. Seeing David’s actions, he immediately understood and hurried to retrieve the thermometer he had been using.

David looked at Mary without a word. "Do you want to measure it yourself, or shall I help?"

Mary could tell from his tone that if she dared refuse, he would force her to comply immediately. Her younger brother was right there, and David had already disclosed their current relationship. Not wanting Alfred to know about it, Mary reluctantly took the thermometer and placed it under her arm.

David finally looked slightly satisfied. He drank the rest of his congee, then watched Mary eat a little more. After five minutes, he reached out his hand. "Hand it over."

Mary glared at him but resignedly handed the thermometer to David.

David checked it and furrowed his brows deeply. "Thirty-eight point six. I’m taking you to the hospital."

Alfred, now worried, chimed in, "Sis, why is your fever so high?"

He had noticed Mary’s flushed face when she returned with the groceries earlier, assuming it was due to exhaustion from walking. He hadn’t expected her to be sick and now felt deeply guilty.

"I’m fine. Don’t make such a fuss," Mary said lightly. She hadn’t wanted her brother to know she was ill, but there was no hiding it now. She snuck a sideways glance at David and inwardly cursed—who could she blame but him? Outwardly, though, she maintained a casual air. "I probably caught a chill on the way back. I’ll just take some fever reducers and cold medicine."

"No way."

Before she finished speaking, David rejected her without hesitation.

Mary grew anxious. "Today’s Lunar New Year, the hospital’s probably closed. I’m really fine—this isn’t the first time I’ve been sick."

"That was before." David bristled at her nonchalant tone. "We’re going now. Alfred, tidy up your things. I’ll have someone pick you up shortly—you’ll spend Lunar New Year at your brother-in-law’s place."

Alfred obediently called David "brother-in-law," and David accepted the title without hesitation.

But as soon as David finished speaking, Mary protested, "Who says I’m going to your place for New Year?"

"You’re sick, I’m taking you to the hospital. Do you really want Alfred to stay home alone? He just had surgery—are you sure he’ll be okay without anyone to look after him?" David questioned her calmly.

Though his tone wasn’t particularly stern, it struck a chord in Mary. She recalled his earlier threats and glared at him angrily. "You should at least ask Alfred what he thinks."

Alfred didn’t understand why his sister and David had suddenly married without warning, but he knew that Mary had been thinking about this man for years. Seeing that there was some issue between them now, Alfred figured if he stayed home, his sister would probably stay, too. Gritting his teeth and avoiding Mary’s gaze, he said to David, "Then I’ll trouble you, brother-in-law."

Mary: "..." Traitor!

Alfred pretended not to notice Mary’s glare and comforted himself inwardly—this was for his sister’s happiness.

David was pleased with Alfred. Turning to Mary, he said, "Let’s go—to the hospital."

Mary resigned herself and took a deep breath. Alfred tried to follow, but Mary shouted at him sternly, "Stay home and behave. Don’t you know your own condition?"

"Sis..." Alfred said in a pitiful tone.

Mary softened slightly. "David will send a driver to pick you up later. Make sure to tidy up the house."

"Alright," Alfred replied, his tone much lighter this time.

After giving her brother a look, Mary begrudgingly followed David out. Just as they were leaving, David stopped her. "Don’t you have anything warmer to wear?"

Last night, it had snowed heavily. The coldest time of day was now.

"I’m an actress—do you know any actress who dresses warmly?" Mary retorted. She wasn’t about to tell David that she’d been evicted by her landlord on short notice, leaving most of her clothes unwearable.

David stared at her pretty face for a long moment before turning and heading into one of the rooms. Mary panicked and chased after him, only to see him opening her shabby wardrobe. Furious, she shouted, "Why are you so rude? You weren’t like this before!"

"You’re aware this isn’t before?" David shot her an unimpressed look before scanning her wardrobe with a furrowed brow. Though he hadn’t seen other actresses’ wardrobes, he could tell this was the poorest one he’d come across. He pulled out the only somewhat thick, old-fashioned down jacket and, without giving Mary a chance to speak, layered it over her wool coat. He then took out a cozy scarf and wrapped it around her.

It wasn’t enough—David even found an old plush earmuff in her wardrobe and placed it on her ears.

A minute later, Mary reappeared in the living room. Alfred, who was packing up dishes, couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Mary gave her brother a warning glare before glancing at herself in a full-length mirror. Wrapped up like a dumpling, she cast a resentful look at the man beside her. Why had she never known he was so controlling?

She was furious, but there was no fighting back.

Trailing behind David like a scorned woman, Mary looked so disheveled that no one would recognize her as an 18th-tier actress without a mask.

Meanwhile, the man beside her still seemed dissatisfied, making Mary even more aggrieved.

Once inside the car, Mary hurriedly removed the scarf but froze when she met David’s ice-cold gaze. She stopped mid-motion and awkwardly retracted her hand.

"Behave," David warned as he started the car.

He took her to a nearby private hospital, where she underwent a thorough examination. Besides a cold and fever, the tests revealed long-term sleep deprivation, hormonal imbalance, and uterine cold.

Hearing the results, David’s face darkened. He arranged her hospital admission paperwork himself and even visited the gynecology department to consult the doctors about future treatment options.

When he returned, Mary had already started her IV drip and was dozing off. Feeling someone’s gaze on her, she struggled to open her eyes and was met with the sight of David’s icy expression. Frustrated, she turned her head away, refusing to look at his "Hades face."

David grew even angrier at her defiant attitude. "Do you know you were this close to pneumonia?"

Mary hadn’t realized it was so serious. She froze for a moment before mumbling, "But I’m fine now."

"It’ll be too late if something happens," David said grimly.

Mary thought his behavior was inexplicable. Why was he meddling in her affairs now, especially when they were on the verge of divorce? Was it possible that sleeping together had changed his feelings?

Torn between her doubts and fears, Mary didn’t have the courage to ask him directly. So, she played dumb.

But David wasn’t about to let her off the hook so easily. He stared at her lying in the hospital bed. "I’m canceling your variety show. Just rest for a while."

"What?" Mary looked at him, stunned.

David had already sat on the hospital room’s sofa, engrossed in texting on his phone.

Mary tried several times to speak, but his "don’t bother me" demeanor stopped her.

David instructed someone to pick up Alfred, then asked his personal assistant to send him the latest seasonal offerings from several luxury clothing brands. He also selected a few handbags and skincare products to be delivered to Rose Valley.

After wrapping up those errands, David received updates from Starlight about Mary’s schedule. Seeing her upcoming gigs caused his face to sour so much he wanted to cancel everything. But then, an idea struck him—if he simply rejected her contracts, wouldn’t that be letting Starlight off too easily?

David glanced at Mary, who was fast asleep, adjusted her bed posture, and tucked her in. Just then, his phone buzzed with a notification about a new email.

Having a sneaking suspicion, David hesitated and looked at the woman in the bed before opening the email. It contained information about Mary’s past.

Years ago, he had personally seen her with that man, overheard her breaking up with him, and later learned of rumors that she had been kept as a mistress. After she disappeared abroad, whispers about her supposedly chaotic private life and rampant ambition led to her being blacklisted in the industry. By the time she starred in his film, he had already heard of her from R Nation.

Women like her didn’t surprise him anymore. Yet, when he realized that Mary Scott was actually Moll Scott, the memories of six years ago came rushing back.

He had thought he could face this calmly, yet seeing her again now threw everything into chaos.

He detested her, but couldn’t stop himself from wanting her.

The conflicting emotions made him irritable. Last night, he had lost control entirely. Now, as regret and longing intertwined, he wondered desperately if their past had been a misunderstanding after all.

His hands trembled slightly as he held the phone. He wanted to look yet feared uncovering the truth. His gaze returned to Mary’s sleeping figure.

Asleep, she appeared serene, reminding him of the young girl he had met all those years ago: clean, pure, delicate.

"What on earth have you been through all these years?" David muttered as he finally opened the email. But as he read, his frown deepened with each page.

Just then, his phone rang abruptly. He quickly answered and checked that Mary hadn’t woken before stepping out into the hallway.

He picked up the call in the corridor, "What’s the situation? Why couldn’t you find detailed information about her time abroad?"

"Apologies, Director Locke. Her overseas records appear deliberately erased or are under an alias. The three years she spent back home—I’ve emailed the details to you. However, there’s something strange—Mary Scott is not Moll Scott. Her brother isn’t Alfred Scott but Anders Scott. Their parents were ordinary workers who passed away in an accident six years ago," the voice on the other end reported succinctly.

David had skimmed through the email earlier, but hearing this now made his brow tighten further. For a moment, he thought his memory might be failing him. But no, he wasn’t mistaken.

So where was the discrepancy?

"What about the villa I asked you to investigate?" David pressed his fingers to his temple, continuing to probe.

"Oh, that villa. Six years ago, its owner had the last name Yuan, not Scott, and the property has since been sold. No other details are available for now, though rumors suggest it had once belonged to a corrupt, ousted city mayor but was registered under someone named Yuan’s name."

David paused at this new revelation, his mind considering a bold theory. Yet instinctively, he shook his head. The person on the line, sensing his hesitation, asked tentatively, "Director Locke?"

"What was the mayor’s name? Have you found it yet?" David took a deep breath and asked.

Hoping his speculations were wrong.

"Almost there... Ah, got it. His name was Constance Scott. I’ll send you the specifics shortly," the investigator replied.

"Good." David’s heart sank upon hearing that name. After a pause, he added in a low voice, "Do not disclose this to anyone."

He hung up and opened the newly received email. Just one glance and he immediately placed the phone face down on the nearest counter.

Constance Scott, Constance Scott—how could it be Constance Scott...

This name was one he remembered clearly—not just remembered, but heard repeatedly six years ago in headlines across all major media outlets. He was infamous, viewed as a disgrace—a symbol of corruption. Back then, David had been so consumed by the pain of his breakup and betrayal that he hadn’t paid attention to the political scandal involving the mayor, Constance Scott—let alone imagined him to be Mary’s biological father.

As his grip on the phone tightened, David’s emotions became more muddled. Returning to the hospital room, he glanced at the sleeping Mary. He couldn’t quite articulate how he felt just then.

Had she known about this when she left him?

It explained why she’d left the country so abruptly, cutting off all contact. Even now, it was impossible to trace her whereabouts during those years abroad, not even her real name.

What had her life been like all these years?

David thought of the burn mark under her collarbone and the calluses on her palms. The spoiled princess who had lost her father had turned into the fallen daughter of a debased mayor—a name too tainted to reveal, making her a public enemy. She’d transformed from the envy of all into a young woman who couldn’t even go by her birth name. Back then—so young and fragile—what must have been on her mind? Over the years, how had she endured?