Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 404 - Am I a Flood Beast

Chapter 404: Chapter 404: Am I a Flood Beast?

Chapter 404: Chapter 404: Am I a Flood Beast?

Jeffrey Foster thought about how he had been busy with hospital affairs, research, and clinical surgeries over the past few years, hardly having a moment to rest. Abigail had performed one surgery after another, for both patients and data collection for their underground research lab.

He almost forgot that she was just a girl in her twenties, with friends and a life of her own.

Jeffrey felt a pang of guilt as he gazed at Abigail more gently but with many questions. “You can enter her study?”

Abigail was also taken aback. Yeah, how did she enter her own study? It had a fingerprint lock. She hadn’t used a password but had opened it directly.

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Fortunately, her expression remained normal, not giving away any clue. Instead, she took the opportunity to say, “Even the password you don’t know, but I do. Dean Foster, don’t you want to think about why?”

Jeffrey was stunned, a sense of guilt rushing through him. So, he had neglected his junior sister too much. He always thought he knew Abigail best, only to realize now that he didn’t.

“But may I boldly ask, Dean Foster, how did you know Dr. Smith’s room password?” Abigail had wanted to ask earlier.

Abigail’s question made Jeffrey flinch, becoming somewhat embarrassed.

Seeing Jeffrey like this, a light flashed in Abigail’s mind. She almost wanted to slap herself but ended up looking awkward instead. “Well… if it’s inconvenient for you to say, then don’t say it. You’re Dr. Smith’s senior, it’s normal for you to know her room password.”

“Actually, it doesn’t matter. After Abigail passed away, I needed some materials. I tried her password, and it turned out to be my birthday.” Jeffrey said with a self-deprecating tone.

Abigail felt even more embarrassed, trying her best to sound normal. “Oh, so that’s how it is… By the way, I have something to do. Since Dr. Smith’s house is under your care, I’m relieved.”

After saying that, Abigail planned to leave.

Jeffrey frowned. “Wait a moment.”

Abigail paused her steps, slowly turned around. “Dean Foster, anything else?”

“I heard you’re going back to Swallow City. Since you’re Abigail’s friend, could you help me bring some things to Grandpa Smith?” Jeffrey still had many doubts about Abigail but knew he couldn’t rush. He returned to his usual gentle and elegant demeanor.

“Oh, of course.” Abigail was just looking for an excuse to visit Grandpa Smith, and Jeffrey’s words gave her a good reason.

“They’re some of Abigail’s personal belongings. I’ll sort them out and send them to you.”

“Okay, sorry to trouble you, Dean Foster.” Abigail whispered her thanks.

Jeffrey smiled self-deprecatingly, “I should thank you instead. My junior sister was cold by nature and didn’t have many people she could call friends. I’m grateful you were close to her.”

Abigail didn’t know what to say, feeling complicated. After a while, she waved at Jeffrey. “Then… goodbye, Dean Foster.”

“Goodbye.”

Abigail smiled as she exited the room, but as soon as she was out, she took a deep breath. She almost couldn’t keep up just now. The next moment, her expression returned to normal, she clutched her bag tightly, and walked toward the elevator.

Inside the room, Jeffrey watched Abigail’s reaction as she left, furrowing his brows tightly. He looked at the study door that had been opened and closed.

After a long while, he put away his phone, pushed open the study door without a password.

Unlike the empty living room, the room had a massive bookshelf and a cabinet for traditional Flowery medicine. Jeffrey walked to a spot, found the book Abigail had just touched, and opened it. It was empty inside.

The handsome, elegant man’s face frowned. He closed the book, staring at the spot where Abigail had just squatted. “Who are you, really?”

…

Abigail arrived at the floor where Aunt Claudia’s house was. Pullan was already standing there, his tough-guy face sweating profusely. When he saw Abigail coming out of the elevator, it was as if he saw a savior. “Ma’am, where did you go? If you didn’t show up, the second young master would flay me!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll explain to him.” Abigail actually felt quite sympathetic toward Pullan. After the courier incident, Brandon Piers had new creative punishments after running and planting flowers, making Pullan recite the core socialist values. Every morning, the old and young in the yard heard Pullan loudly recite prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony, freedom…

Pullan seemed half-convinced. “Really?”

“Of course.”

With Abigail’s assurance, Pullan finally relaxed a bit, unable to contain his curiosity. “Ma’am, where did you go just now?”

“Oh, I went to the wrong floor.” Abigail said, opening the room and bringing some daily necessities for Aunt Claudia, then took Pullan to the property management office to handle the vacancy.

As they left the apartment, they happened to see Brandon Piers stepping down from his low-profile, luxurious black Earl. The moment his long legs touched the ground, it was as if everyone around was summoned by a deity, all turning to look at the man.

Everyone stared at Brandon Piers, all bathed in his prosperous beauty.

Even though Abigail had seen this face countless times, she was still stunned at the moment, fully understanding the thoughts of those around her.

But as the male god walked step by step toward her, the beautiful feeling Abigail had a moment ago vanished instantly.

She had lost weight recently, but at 153 pounds, she wasn’t ugly, but far from pretty. Next to the man’s tall, noble stature and divine handsome face, it was even worse.

Abigail could already feel the malicious looks from the crowd on her. She quickly raised her hand toward the man. “Stop!”

Brandon halted suddenly, looking at Abigail as if to ask, “Hmm?”

“Stay right there, keep at least a meter away from me.” Abigail refused to admit it was her pride being hurt, claiming it was self-protection.

Brandon had rushed all the way from the old house to pick up this damned fat woman and now she was talking to him like this? She praised his looks last time!

The second young master was furious. Looking at Abigail’s chubby face, he suppressed the urge to roar, maintaining his noble, gentlemanly persona. “Am I a monster?”

Abigail waved her hand.

“Then why can’t I come near you?” Brandon still had a smile on his face, but those familiar with his temper, like Pullan, couldn’t help but tremble slightly. Suddenly ignoring Abigail’s will, Pullan pushed her toward Brandon.

Abigail didn’t know what was happening. She was already in Brandon’s arms, and the next moment felt pain on both cheeks. “Ouch, what are you doing, Brandon?”

“Am I a monster?” the man gritted his teeth and continued asking.

Abigail, with her cheeks being pinched, shook her head. “No, no, you’re not.”

“Then why dare you avoid me?” Brandon angrily questioned.

Just then, Jeffrey Foster also stepped out of the door, first stunned, then greeted Brandon. Finally, he looked at Abigail. “Miss Green, what a coincidence. We meet again. Please take care of my matters.”

Abigail was about to reply when the pain on her face intensified, glaring at the man. “Ouch… it hurts!”

Pullan covered his face. It was over!