Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 362 - : Who is She?

Chapter 362 -362: Who is She?

In the car.

Brandon Piers watched Abigail Green leave the ward and closed the tablet.

His expression was unreadable.

The chubby nurse had disconnected the surveillance after Rose Taylor left, unaware that although Pullan was clumsy, he always acted with great caution.

Since he was monitoring Lincoln Green’s ward, he wouldn’t have installed just one device. He was only showing her the one she had just dismantled.

He had expected Abigail to talk about the past with Lincoln Green but didn’t anticipate how deeply they would go.

He hadn’t expected her to throw such a bombshell at Lincoln Green in the end.

This bombshell shocked him to the point that he stiffened.

Just now, the thorny memories were like wheat awns wrapping around his heart, and the dense pain turned into shock before he could even process it.

The chubby nurse said she wasn’t Abigail Green, but a wandering soul that possessed her after Abigail’s death, not Lincoln Green’s real daughter.

How could that be possible?

How could such things exist in this world?!

But the next moment, Brandon Piers’s mind conjured a thought: If she wasn’t the real Abigail Green, then who was she?

Images of their past flooded Brandon’s mind.

From their first encounter at Maggie Maternity Hospital, to later seeing her changing expressions at the Green household and acting alongside Rose and her daughter. At that time, he thought this chubby nurse was quite amusing.

Later, she pestered him; he took her to the bear’s full-month party at the Piers’ Mansion, and because Teddy became attached to her, he offered her a high salary to become Teddy’s nanny.

He had never thought that there would be such entanglement between them.

He didn’t even know when he started having feelings for her.

Initially, he just found her interesting, then he couldn’t help but tease her.

In the underground laboratory, when he thought he was going to die, she held a scalpel in her hand. It was clearly still that unremarkable face, yet he felt like a deity had descended to his side.

In the hospital room, he broke his promise, asking her to name another condition. She, with a chubby face, angrily destroyed his room completely, then demanded he not change rooms or anything in the room.

If it had been someone else, he would have thrown them out long ago.

But because it was her, he endured in that cursed room for three whole days.

Even now, thinking of the hospital gown which had its pants leg half torn off, he shuddered, yet at that time, to let her vent her anger, he endured it forcibly, even finding an excuse to attend her engagement ceremony.

But seeing her humiliated by others, in a fit of rage, he abandoned all plans and shares, and changed the bride on the spot.

Before meeting her, Brandon Piers had never known he could act so impulsively.

But back then, he had been inexplicably driven to do it.

Holding the chubby nurse’s hand, walking down the red carpet amidst the doubts and ridicule of the crowd, he still remembered his state of mind at that moment. There was no sense of shame, only gratitude.

Many people wondered why he would like a chubby nurse. Did he have some kind of special fetish?

Even his grandfather half-jokingly asked him; he had thought about this question and already had an answer in his heart.

He didn’t like chubby people, he just liked her.

Because he was attracted to her, he found every part of her body adorable.

Because he loved her, he felt sorry for everything she had gone through.

Also, he was secretly glad that the man that night was him, and that Teddy was their child, not Ruby Green.

But now she said she wasn’t Abigail Green!

Then who was she?!

For some reason, a cold, aloof, and beautiful face appeared in Brandon Piers’s mind, a face that attracted countless people’s attention.

But this attention wasn’t because of her beauty, but her medical skills and achievements.

The Swallow City orphan from the Smith family, Abigail.

The genius female doctor, Abigail!

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He wanted to shake his head—this was too absurd. Possession and rebirth sounded like supernatural stories; how could he be foolish enough to believe this?

But after shaking his head, Brandon found himself unable to stop thinking more.

Especially about the chubby nurse’s medical skills.

Leaning back in the car seat, Brandon felt a bit chilly, instinctively touching his chest. Although her words sounded illogical, they were against everything he had learned in modern society. Yet, for some reason, he couldn’t help analyzing them.

If she wasn’t the real Abigail Green, many things could be explained.

At Maggie Maternity Hospital, she recognized his heart condition at first sight.

But the real Abigail Green hadn’t even entered college after high school. How could she assess his heart condition?

But Dr. Smith was different. Coming from a traditional Flowery medicine family, a master surgeon, she had treated thousands, if not tens of thousands, of patients; diagnosing his condition at first sight was easy.

Then there was the surgery that even Jeffrey Foster wasn’t confident about.

Yet she completed it alone, without any deviation, practically pulling him from the reaper’s scythe.

Also, Lincoln Green’s surgery the other day. Even now, the lead surgeon was inquiring about her identity.

How could a freshman medical student achieve that?

This was one of the things that had felt so out of place about Abigail.

Not to mention the surgical knife she had bid two hundred million on. He still remembered her complex expression when looking at that set of knives. Then, he had thought she was lamenting Dr. Smith’s early death; now it seemed she was just looking at her own belongings.

Another major doubt was her attitude towards Jeffrey Foster.

Brandon didn’t want to admit it, but from the collected information, it was clear Dr. Smith had complex feelings for her senior. Her growth seemed to follow Jeffrey Foster’s path.

From Yale to Cleveland, and then to Sincere Hospital.

If Abigail didn’t like Jeffrey Foster, how was that possible?

Hence, the chubby nurse felt so lost every time she saw Dean Foster?

Thinking this, Brandon felt inexplicably agitated.

He had never liked someone else, but this damned woman dared to like someone else!

Then he thought, what was he doing?

He actually believed she wasn’t Abigail Green, but another soul possessing Abigail’s dead body.

And this soul could very well be his original chief surgeon, Dr. Smith.

He ought to be angry, but Brandon found that he wasn’t.

He even felt a bit relieved.

Relieved that those dark, hidden, and excruciating pasts didn’t belong to her. Although she seemed to possess all of Abigail’s memories, knowing every meticulously painful detail.

Yet he was still relieved she wasn’t Abigail Green.

That poor child.

Brandon knew this was unfair to Abigail Green, but from the beginning, the person he had met was the current Abigail.

Selfishly, he couldn’t think about someone else’s experiences. The heart that Abigail had mended beat firmly and sincerely for the person before him.

Even if a year ago, that accidental mishap had led to everything now.

It couldn’t change this fact.

If she was Abigail Green, he would seek reparation for everything she endured, cherish and treasure her.

If she wasn’t Abigail Green, he would still seek justice for her, as a repayment, guarding the current her.

His feelings were for the current soul.

This strong, resilient, and fascinating soul; everything else was just an attachment.

Whether chubby or slim, beautiful or ugly, as long as it was her, he would accept it all.

Thinking about these things, Brandon’s earlier frustration slowly dissipated, and he couldn’t help but sigh softly, watching the approaching figure.