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Chapter 406: Chapter 406: Plump and White, Good-looking and Auspicious

Chapter 406: Chapter 406: Plump and White, Good-looking and Auspicious

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Brandon Piers listened to Pullan’s report, “Jeffrey Foster personally delivered it for Abigail to give to Old Mr. Smith?”

“Yes, that’s what Dean Foster said.” Pullan thought carefully before answering.

“Oh, tell me again about that day. Did Abigail go there?” Brandon Piers felt something was wrong. How did Abigail meet Jeffrey Foster that day? Did she go to see him specifically?

Could it be that the old feelings hadn’t faded?

“Well, it’s just an apartment, but after you called, I went upstairs. I waited a long time before I saw the young lady. She said she went to the wrong floor.” Pullan scratched behind his ear, feeling like a double agent.

“Went to the wrong floor?” Brandon Piers murmured. He was sure that going to the wrong floor was impossible, but going back to her old apartment was very likely.

Thinking of this, Brandon Piers found the previous investigation materials on Dr. Smith. Sure enough, from the address section, he found the location of Dr. Smith’s last apartment. Coincidentally, it was Flora.

It was even more coincidental that it was in the same building as Aunt Claudia’s apartment, just on a different floor.

If he wasn’t mistaken, Abigail should have returned to her previous apartment and encountered Jeffrey Foster there.

He investigated Jeffrey Foster and found that he had moved next to Dr. Smith’s apartment after her death. He even tried to buy Abigail’s apartment, but Old Mr. Smith refused.

Brandon wasn’t surprised by this.

The Piers family worked in the medical field and had great respect for experts and veteran doctors. Brandon Piers had known about the Smiths and Old Mr. Smith for years.

Old Mr. Smith had a huge reputation in the traditional Flowery medicine community, highly revered but also known for his eccentric bad temper. He was like the hidden master in adventure novels who only saves people on a whim.

It was said that his only daughter couldn’t bear his eccentric temper and ran away. She later gave birth to Abigail and sent her back to the Smiths, but Old Mr. Smith kicked her out for tarnishing the family name.

He became even more low-profile, rarely being invited to attend to anyone, until his granddaughter became famous, bringing him back into the public eye.

However, Old Mr. Smith later flew into a rage when his granddaughter abandoned traditional Flowery medicine for surgery. The records showed that Abigail boarded the plane to Yale with a broken leg.

After Abigail’s death, Old Mr. Smith never came to Gills City again.

The records only briefly summarized this part of Abigail’s life. Most of it talked about her later achievements in surgery.

Brandon Piers felt uncomfortable. He wondered how the always calm and composed woman felt boarding a plane at sixteen with a broken leg. How much willpower and determination did it take?

“Second Young Master, do we still need to open the box?” Pullan, seeing that the Second Young Master had been staring at the documents in silence for a while, cautiously asked, not knowing if their conversation was over or not.

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Brandon Piers came back to his senses, already understanding where Abigail had been during the time Pullan didn’t know about. He guessed that she met Jeffrey Foster there.

So it seemed like the little chubby girl meeting Jeffrey Foster was just a coincidence.

Feeling more at ease, Brandon also understood why Abigail agreed to the request.

If Brandon had any doubts about Abigail Green’s identity before, now he was almost certain that she was Abigail.

“No need. Just say Dean Foster brought it for Old Mr. Smith.” His long, slender fingers rhythmically tapped the table. He didn’t want the little chubby girl to know and hold it against him.

Pullan respectfully took the items and delivered them to Abigail’s room.

Abigail was worried about how to get what her senior brother wanted to send, but Pullan arrived.

Taking the suitcase, Abigail was stunned for a moment. She opened it after Pullan left.

From the moment her senior brother said he wanted to send something to Grandpa, she was curious about what it would be. After all, with Grandpa’s temper, he wouldn’t easily accept anything.

But she never expected that Jeffrey Foster gave Grandpa her trophy, all her previous honor certificates, even patients’ banners.

In an instant, Abigail understood her senior brother’s painstaking efforts.

A white-haired person sending off a black-haired person was too painful, so what he could do was prove to Grandpa that her death wasn’t meaningless.

Abigail couldn’t help but smile bitterly, feeling a bit guilty for suspecting her senior brother after reading the documents in the safe.

As she flipped through it, she nearly teared up.

If it weren’t for seeing this, she wouldn’t have known she received so many banners from patients.

Due to her personality, she feared even though she had snatched many lives from the reaper, patients were mostly scared of her. Few praised her face to face.

She had even been reported by a patient’s family for her cold expression, claiming it affected the patient’s recovery.

But looking at everything in front of her, she realized those years weren’t entirely thankless.

As for the trophy, she never thought these things meant much since she had won so many since she was a child. After entering the hospital, she casually left certificates and trophies aside, not knowing where they ended up.

She just looked through these and was almost sure that all the certificates and trophies she won, from Yale to her sudden death, were here.

What she thought was lost, her senior brother had kept for her.

Feeling touched and bitter, she finally closed the suitcase after a while.

Things she once thought useless were probably the only things comforting Grandpa now.

Unconsciously, Abigail sighed again.

Aunt Claudia, carrying Teddy, heard Abigail’s sigh as she approached. “You, a young person, shouldn’t sigh so often. You’ll get wrinkles.”

Abigail tilted her head to look at Aunt Claudia. “I’m so fat, I’ll just smooth out wrinkles, not get them. You should eat more meat. You’ll look younger when you’re plumper.”

“Then you shouldn’t lose weight. I think you’re just perfect now; you look plump and lucky.” Aunt Claudia teased Abigail.

“Sure, people might mistake me for a mascot at first glance.” Abigail replied with a smile.

Aunt Claudia laughed. “Nonsense. Our Teddy is the real mascot, right Teddy?”

“Ah ah ah…” Teddy, suddenly addressed, innocently reached out to Abigail.

Abigail took the little one over. “Come, let Mommy hold you.”

The little one started babbling happily.

Abigail and Aunt Claudia couldn’t help but laugh along.

After laughing, Aunt Claudia pointed at the suitcase. “What’s this? Are you taking it with you?”

“Yes, could you pack it in the luggage for me?” Abigail said, poking the little one’s nose with her finger.

Teddy was even happier.

Aunt Claudia picked up the suitcase and placed it in the larger one, latching it securely.

As Aunt Claudia latched it, the screen in Jeffrey Foster’s hand went black. He put down his phone with an unknown expression and reopened the footage from the last time Abigail entered her room.

Since Abigail’s study door was unlocked, she didn’t need a password to enter, but she lied to him about it. Now, seeing her open the items he gave to Old Mr. Smith, her complex expression while looking at the trophies, and considering Brandon Piers’s reaction post-surgery, an audacious idea formed in Jeffrey Foster’s mind…