Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 473 - Dr. Smith is the Victim

Chapter 473 -473 Dr. Smith is the Victim

Chapter 473 -473 Dr. Smith is the Victim

Brandon Piers turned around and saw Abigail Green’s flushed face. He was stunned at first, then asked, “What did you think it was?”

“What can I think it was?” She lowered her head to hide it and opened the files. “What is this?”

As soon as she finished speaking, Abigail’s face slightly changed. The shyness faded away, replaced by an inexplicable coldness.

Brandon looked at Abigail’s change in expression with some heartache. “Abigail…”

“Is it true?” Abigail’s voice became a bit hoarse.

If it was true, then what had she been doing all those years?

Brandon didn’t speak, just looked at her.

Abigail, however, had already figured out a few things in her mind. The files in her hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. She knew that Jeffrey Foster’s lab had always been researching artificial organs and some special drugs. She was also involved in it.

But she didn’t know that the lab was also developing illicit drugs.

“Why? What benefit does this bring him?” After a while, Abigail murmured softly.

“Do you know that Jeffrey Foster is an illegitimate child of the Foster family?” Brandon guessed Abigail Green might not know about this, but Abigail must be very clear.

Abigail hesitated then nodded, unable to help herself from explaining, “But the dean… Dean Foster has always been in Gills City and has never had any contact with the Foster family, right?”

“You might not pay much attention to the situation in Swallow City. He returned to the Foster family a few days ago and took twenty-nine percent of Foster’s shares. This number is just five percent less than his father’s. It’s rumored that he will become the future heir of Foster.” Brandon looked at Abigail and answered.

Jeffrey Foster being an illegitimate child was not shameful. His outstanding ability made him fully qualified to become Foster’s heir. However, just like the Piers family, the Foster family was a century-old family. How could they accept an illegitimate child as their heir?

The conflicts in between were unimaginable.

Moreover, compared to the Piers family, the interpersonal relationships within the Foster family were more complex. Over the years, the old families in Swallow City were gradually declining, and the Foster family was no exception, so these disputes were not widely noticed.

But being unnoticed didn’t mean they didn’t exist.

Jeffrey Foster, as an illegitimate child, could return so strongly. It was not a simple matter.

Abigail was slightly stunned after listening. She couldn’t imagine her senior, who was always elegant and gentle, fighting for power and struggling for profit with a bunch of old hands, yet standing invincible.

She also felt that her senior’s only lacking aspect was his status, not his ability. It wasn’t surprising that he could stand firm within the Foster family. She just didn’t understand, “But does this have a necessary connection with his development of illicit drugs?”

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Up until this moment, Abigail was still unwilling to speculate the worst about Jeffrey Foster.

Because that would not only negate Jeffrey Foster but also negate her past self.

“Foster ventured into speculation early on, later turning legitimate and moving into industry, establishing a foothold in the capital city. Ten years ago, they were one of the four major families in Swallow City. However, with the changing times, the limitations of industry became greater. Five years ago, they turned to e-commerce, but due to a lack of market sensitivity and entering too late, their transformation failed and they accrued heavy debts, so they returned to their old ways.” Brandon paused at this point. “Three years ago, Uncle Piers and the Foster family collaborated to open a securities firm.”

If Brandon hadn’t helped Abigail investigate Jeffrey Foster, he wouldn’t have thought that his uncle was conducting such a significant business under his nose.

Abigail looked at Brandon’s expression and knew that the firm was definitely more than just securities. “And in reality?”

“Gambling.” Brandon’s thin lips slightly opened as he uttered two words.

Abigail was stunned, guessing this was not ordinary gambling. She looked at Brandon with a heavy expression. “Is it for sports betting?”

“Not just that. Also underground fight clubs.” Brandon didn’t hide anything from Abigail. Since the matter had reached this point, he wanted her to be mentally prepared.

Abigail laughed self-deprecatingly after listening. “So all these drugs are flowing into the sports arenas and underground fight clubs, being used to manipulate the outcomes, right?”

“Yes.” Brandon knew the truth was harsh, but he couldn’t help but nod.

“I understand.” Abigail lightly murmured. At this point, she understood a lot of things. If all these were true, then her senior inviting her to research artificial hearts might have been a ruse. She had another role, which was the real reason he needed her.

Her grandfather was an expert in traditional Flowery medicine. She had been influenced by him since childhood, and her grasp of traditional Flowery medicine was unmatched by ordinary doctors.

In the research of artificial organs, Jeffrey Foster specifically proposed the use of traditional Flowery medicine as an aid, and she, being the most knowledgeable about traditional Flowery medicine in the lab, naturally took on this important task and achieved significant results.

Not only did she use her grandfather’s previous research to concoct an all-purpose antidote, but she also developed an adjunctive heart medication.

That medication could effectively stimulate human potential, but because it contained traditional Flowery ingredients, it caused minimal harm to the body and couldn’t be detected.

If it was used in the arenas…

Abigail didn’t dare imagine the consequences.

And that medication was extracted successfully a week before her death.

Abigail originally wanted to tell Brandon that she was Abigail, but at this moment she suddenly found it difficult to speak.

“Abigail…” Brandon noticed Abigail’s pale face, held her hand, and softly called out.

Abigail came back to her senses. “Hmm, it’s late. I’m going back.”

But Brandon didn’t let go of her. Abigail looked at him blankly.

“What are you thinking about?” Brandon pulled her to the sofa, making her sit on his lap.

Abigail’s mind was in turmoil and didn’t notice these details. Hearing Brandon’s question, her face turned even paler. “That… I previously heard Dr. Smith say she made a medication for Dean Foster, and maybe… those medications are being used in the places you mentioned.”

Brandon was stunned. He guessed Abigail might have been involved, but he didn’t expect the medications to be directly developed by her. He instantly understood her current mood.

“Did Dr. Smith know the truth?” Brandon asked tentatively.

Abigail shook her head. “No, she developed the medication just to aid the artificial organs, to increase the success rate of surgeries. She never thought it would be used elsewhere…”

Saying this, Abigail’s eyes began to redden.

Three years ago, the Foster family and Uncle Piers established a company, and three years ago she returned to Gills City and then entered the lab. It was her senior who personally invited her. Thinking about it, from the moment she returned to the country, she was already being plotted against.

Once she understood, Abigail’s heart ached inexplicably. Even though she had let go, thinking about how the years of friendship had been just a series of calculations, she still felt unbearable pain.

At the same time, thinking that her research, and even the Smith family’s traditional secret formulas, were used in this criminal gambling operation, she felt an uncontrollable sense of guilt.

She felt she had failed her grandfather, the Smith family traditions, and a doctor’s conscience.

“Don’t be sad. It’s not Dr. Smith’s fault. She is also a victim.” Brandon pulled her into his arms to comfort her softly.

“But…”

“No buts. Compared to these, don’t you want to know if Dr. Smith really died of a sudden illness?” Brandon interrupted Abigail, diverting the topic.

Abigail was slightly stunned. Yes, why did she die?