Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 415 - The Young Mistress is Beaten
Chapter 415: Chapter 415: The Young Mistress is Beaten
Chapter 415: Chapter 415: The Young Mistress is Beaten
“Grandpa…”
Two very common words. She had always called him Grandfather Piers at the old house, but why, looking at that hunched back in the distance, couldn’t Abigail control the tears in her eyes?
After a moment of stiffness, the old man turned around awkwardly. What he saw wasn’t a familiar face but a chubby girl with red-rimmed eyes. He immediately kicked over a chair next to him with a thud. “Who are you calling Grandpa? Everyone dares to call me Grandpa now, get out, get out, get out!”
Pullan, seeing the kicked chair, rushed to stand in front of Abigail in shock. “Madam!”
Abigail waved Pullan away with her hand. “Sorry, Grandpa Smith. I’m Abigail Green, a friend of Dr. Smith. I was entrusted to return some of Dr. Smith’s belongings to you.”
“Get out, I don’t need it! I don’t care about her things, take them away.” The old man didn’t even turn his head as he drove them away. He added, “And stop calling me Grandpa, Grandpa Smith doesn’t count either, get out. Nancy, show them out!”
Nancy, standing nearby, stepped forward. “Miss, please understand and leave.”
Pullan also stepped forward. “Madam, let’s go!”
If the second master knew how their madam was being scolded outside, it wouldn’t be him who was in trouble.
Also, this old man was too unreasonable. The madam was doing this for whom?
Abigail knew her grandpa had a bad temper, but she didn’t expect it to get worse after his death. He couldn’t speak three sentences without saying “get out.”
But she knew this man’s foul temper better than anyone. He didn’t move like a mountain. “Oh, well. Grandpa, these are all Dr. Smith’s belongings. Her most treasured possessions. Do you really not want them?”
“I said I don’t want them, and I also said don’t call me Grandpa!” The old man turned around again in anger. Looking at the chubby girl with fair skin, beautiful peach blossom eyes, who kept smiling despite being shouted at several times, he kicked another chair in anger.
The innocent bamboo chair was already somewhat deformed. It seemed it had not suffered little abuse usually.
Abigail shook her head compassionately. “This should be the work of the bamboo master, Master Pope, right? I wonder if Master Pope would come to reason with you if he saw his meticulously woven bamboo chair being treated like this.”
“A little nobody can be called a master. Kicking his woven chair is an honor to him. You little girl, how are you so shameless, I told you to get out. Get out faster, or else I’ll do it myself!” Grandpa Smith picked up a nearby soft bamboo stick as he spoke.
Abigail’s leg shook instinctively. Anyone who had ever been beaten by bamboo knew this soft bamboo was the harshest. When swung against the leg, it hurts, and just a little more force would leave a blood mark.
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Don’t ask her how she knew. She grew up being beaten with this thing.
Pullan, anxious, was about to step forward, but stopped when he heard Abigail’s clearly nervous yet unyielding command. “No matter what happens in the yard, don’t interfere, or I’ll have the second master punish you when we return.”
Pullan froze mid-step, looking at the madam with grievance, as if asking, are you serious?
“Nancy, I’ve brought fresh vegetables and fruits, and chicken, duck, and fish slaughtered this morning. All homegrown. You go make lunch. Grandpa and I will have a chat.” After scolding Pullan, Abigail turned to instruct Nancy.
“Okay!” The familiar tone and matter-of-fact attitude made Nancy instinctively respond and head towards the kitchen. Halfway there, she suddenly realized something was amiss and quickly turned back to look at Abigail. “You… you…”
After stammering for a while, Nancy couldn’t finish her sentence. Meanwhile, Grandpa Smith furrowed his brows tightly, looking at Abigail’s posture and then at Nancy, who responded so naturally and was now confused. “Who are you really?”
“I’m Abigail’s friend.”
“My granddaughter would never have such a rogue friend.” Though the old man said this, his eyes stayed fixed on Abigail’s every move.
Abigail ignored him and turned to look at Peter and Pullan. “You two take the things to the kitchen.”
After giving instructions, she turned to Nancy. “Nancy, what are you standing there for? Show them to the kitchen. The weather hasn’t cooled down yet, and the meat will spoil soon. Oh, and I want to have chicken stew with potatoes, less spicy.”
“Oh, on it.” Nancy instinctively responded and looked nervously at the old man. She doubted herself; was she a robot? Why was she so obedient? But this chubby girl’s tone was so much like their Abigail’s that she couldn’t help but look at Abigail again.
Pullan, at this moment, blocked her view. “Nancy, lead the way.”
“Oh.” Nancy glanced at the old man, and seeing no objection, obediently led them to the kitchen.
The yard suddenly only had Abigail and Grandpa Smith.
The old man was evidently puzzled, his eyes complex as he looked at the chubby girl in front. “Who are you really?”
“I’ve said it many times. Believe it or not, it’s up to you.” Abigail shrugged helplessly.
Church Smith was exasperated. “Don’t think I don’t dare to hit you!”
“Dare, dare, dare, if others don’t dare, how could you not dare?” Abigail answered with an incredibly compliant look.
Grandpa Smith was speechless.
Suddenly, the old man raised the soft bamboo towards Abigail.
Abigail didn’t expect he would really do it. She jumped back suddenly. “You’re really doing it?”
“I’m going to beat you, a rogue and a liar…” After she yelled, the old man hunched his back and rushed towards her.
Although Abigail had long been prepared, she still got hit once. It hurt so much she gritted her teeth. “Grandpa, be gentle. Who’s a rogue? Who’s a liar? I’m not a rogue or a liar. Heaven knows, I’m a good person!”
“Good person, my ass!” The old man cursed crudely.
“Ah, Grandpa, stop hitting. Stop hitting. I was wrong. I was wrong. Isn’t that enough? Be careful with your back.” Abigail was like a monkey at that moment, running around the yard. The old man followed, swinging the bamboo stick every so often, each strike with full force, showing no mercy.
But Abigail seemed to know his striking points very well. Every time she could successfully dodge and jump aside. She appeared disorderly in evading but knew the person behind her very well actually.
Seeing this, the old man swung the bamboo harder, his brow furrowed, and though hunched, his moves became more agile.
Abigail didn’t respond in time and got hit again. “Damn, it hurts! Grandpa, are you serious?”
The old man completely ignored Abigail’s words and continued chasing and hitting her.
“Stop hitting, stop hitting. What if you get exhausted?” Abigail ran faster.
Pullan and Peter, hearing the commotion, hurried out. They saw the old man chasing their madam and hitting her wildly. Although his accuracy was a bit off, the scene was just too beautiful to watch directly.
“What do we do?” Peter looked helplessly at Pullan.
Already threatened earlier, Pullan felt even more helpless. Who knew the madam would have such a hobby?
Maybe they should tell the second master?
