Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 418 - Grandpa Smith Abigail is not fat (Add
Chapter 418: Chapter 418: Grandpa Smith, Abigail is not fat (Add more for Mo Wen Duo Yu)
Chapter 418: Chapter 418: Grandpa Smith, Abigail is not fat (Add more for Mo Wen Duo Yu)
“What good does it do me to lie to you?” The old man said grumpily.
“None.” Abigail didn’t know why she felt a sweetness she couldn’t describe. She didn’t care about the old man’s bad temper.
Old Mr. Smith snorted coldly. His heart was clearly soft, but he couldn’t say anything nice. He asked harshly, “What are your plans for the future?”
This question sent Abigail’s mood plummeting. “Probably… I will live my life with this identity.”
Her words also darkened the old man’s mood. He brooded in silence.
“Let’s not discuss such complicated matters. I’ll get your things.” Abigail finished speaking and hurried to the yard to get the suitcase, afraid her reddening eyes would be noticed by her grandfather.
In the past, Grandpa was hot-tempered. She was quiet and withdrawn. A slight disagreement would lead to confrontation. Back then, she never felt Grandpa was old; she just thought he was a nasty old man. But now, with a different identity and younger age, she felt that he was both old and solitary. Cruel and pitiful.
Old Mr. Smith followed angrily, “Who did you say gave you that suitcase?”
“Oh, it was Dean Foster.” Abigail answered softly, glancing warily at Brandon Piers, who was already walking toward her.
Before Brandon could explode, the old man beat him to it. “He asked you to bring it, and you did. Are you an idiot? What is that thing!”
Abigail, “…”
Such a walking powder keg.
Abigail knew why her grandfather was so angry with her senior. It was because she had gone to the Sincere Hospital in Gills City for him. The cause of death was diagnosed as sudden death. Anyone who cared about her would hate him.
But if it had been before, she would have immediately stood up for her senior and explained that it wasn’t his fault. However, her inner balance unknowingly shifted to Brandon Piers. The filter on her senior wasn’t as strong as before. Moreover, she still had doubts about her death even now, so she merely replied lightly, “Dean Foster meant well. He thought these were Dr. Smith’s things and brought them to you.”
Old Mr. Smith glanced at Brandon Piers, then listened to his granddaughter’s words. He realized that Jeffrey Foster didn’t know about Abigail’s reincarnation. He felt puzzled. If it had been before, this girl would have gone to Jeffrey Foster first. This kind of reservation indicated there was something going on.
Complicated feelings, but his temper didn’t change. “The person is gone. What use is keeping these things? Throw them away!”
Abigail pretended not to hear anything. “I’ll put it in the study for you. Look at it when you have time.”
“Humph. Always acting on your own.” He clearly liked it but didn’t hold back his words.
Abigail, “…” What did chubby ever do to deserve this?
“Grandpa Smith, Abigail isn’t fat. She’s just well-rounded.” Brandon Piers walked up and naturally placed his hand on Abigail’s shoulder with a protective gesture.
After he said it, there was a momentary stillness in the air.
Not only were Old Mr. Smith, Pullan, and Peter stunned. Even Abigail herself hesitated and looked at Brandon Piers as if asking, “Are you serious?”
“Don’t belittle yourself.” Brandon Piers saw Abigail’s reaction and poked her head.
Old Mr. Smith suddenly felt his teeth ache. He looked at Abigail, “Did you use a love potion on him?”
“I…” Abigail was annoyed. Seriously with the love potion? She gritted her teeth, “Yes, Grandpa Smith, got any objections?”
“Humph.” Old Mr. Smith snorted twice, eyeing Brandon Piers critically, “Did you hear that? A woman’s heart is devious.”
“Grandpa Smith, you’re overthinking.” Brandon Piers kept a calm expression, making Old Mr. Smith seem overly worried.
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“Humph.” Old Mr. Smith snorted again, less aggressively this time.
Abigail couldn’t help but chuckle and asked, “You keep snorting. Are you the pig?”
“You rude girl.” The old man scolded but almost snorted again. He held back, then suddenly looked at Pullan and Peter, “First of all, I don’t have much food here. Watching you two freeloaders is already annoying enough.”
Abigail laughed. This meant he agreed to let her and Brandon stay for dinner.
Stubborn old man.
Unexpectedly, Pullan, that silly boy, hurried forward, “Grandpa Smith, don’t worry. We brought enough vegetables and meat. If you need anything else, I’ll order online. Plenty to go around.”
After speaking, Pullan looked at Brandon Piers and Abigail, seeking approval.
Brandon Piers and Abigail, “…”
Did you bring the food for Grandpa or for yourself?
“Silly boy.” Grandpa Smith looked at Pullan for a moment and squeezed out three words.
Pullan had seen the old man chase the young madam. But the young madam wasn’t angry and even protected him. The second young master also seemingly indifferent, actually respected him. Now being scolded, he simply grinned foolishly.
He was a tough man and didn’t argue with the old widower.
Pullan’s grin gave Grandpa Smith goosebumps. He waved his hand in disgust, “Get out, get out. You’re an eyesore.”
After scolding, he looked at Brandon Piers, “Injured?”
Brandon Piers was stunned. Did he show any signs of being injured? No!
“Humph.” The old man snorted again.
“He got scalded in yesterday’s explosion. You’re a world-renowned traditional Flowery medicine doctor. You must have some miraculous medicine, right?” Abigail, hearing this, hurriedly flattered.
“Shameless.” The old man glanced at her, feeling he was being too familiar, afraid Brandon Piers might notice something, “How could my Abby have a friend like you?”
After speaking, he went into the medicine room.
Abigail didn’t mind. Instead, she turned her head to the man beside her and explained, “Don’t mind Grandpa Smith’s bad temper. He’s actually very soft-hearted.” Then she felt something was wrong. “I heard Dr. Smith say that. But you saw it today, right?”
Could Brandon Piers say he didn’t see it?
Probably not.
So he cooperated with the little chubby’s performance, “Yes, a stubborn old man.” Poor you.
“But… did you really say you wanted to marry Dr. Smith when you were five?” Abigail was quite interested in this, as if there was some divine arrangement.
“Do you remember things from when you were five?” Brandon Piers asked Abigail.
Abigail scratched her head awkwardly. She didn’t even remember things from when she was seven.
“But the Piers and Smith families did have connections before. It’s just… Grandpa Smith was too stubborn. Although my grandfather had a good temper, he was very tough except when it came to family. So the cooperation didn’t work out, and the interactions decreased.” Brandon Piers hadn’t expected this kind of bond between them.
He sighed inwardly. Fate was indeed wondrous.
Abigail paused after hearing this, “Then do you… like Dr. Smith?”
Brandon Piers’s hand on Abigail’s shoulder stiffened. He hesitated and glanced at the little chubby. This was a killer question!
Saying yes wasn’t right; saying no wasn’t right either.
But after a moment, he answered honestly, “No connection, not even familiarity. Let alone affection.”
Actually, if the woman hadn’t died, they would probably have a doctor-patient relationship now. Maybe he would have fallen in love with her at first sight, like when he was five.
It might stop at the doctor-patient relationship.
Who knew?
