Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 419 - Can I beat up the old man The kind
Chapter 419: Chapter 419: Can I beat up the old man? The kind that is my wife’s grandfather
Chapter 419: Chapter 419: Can I beat up the old man? The kind that is my wife’s grandfather
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Church Smith was a top traditional Flowery medicine expert in the country, and his research in this field was almost unparalleled.
The burn ointment he developed was especially effective.
Unfortunately, Old Mr. Smith had a peculiar personality and had nearly stringent standards for the preparation of medicines. And the ingredients he used were expensive, so many producers chose to give up after calculating the costs.
Abigail did not expect that today would be so advantageous for Brandon Piers.
She took the ointment and sweetly thanked her grandpa.
Old Mr. Smith was taken aback by her smile. The two of them had depended on each other for survival, and he knew Abigail’s personality well. But ever since she stepped into his door today, except for initially being nervous, she had been smiling gently, radiating warmth from deep within.
This was different from the Abby of the past.
Although she was not gloomy, she was always meticulous and distant, always carrying an air of keeping others at arm’s length.
But now it was different. She was truly happy.
And it was not just because of him but also the current lifestyle, right?
Old Mr. Smith’s gaze at Brandon was more probing.
Especially since he could sense his granddaughter’s dependence and trust in Brandon.
This was something that almost never happened before.
Even when she was obsessed with Jeffrey Foster, she never felt this kind of natural closeness toward him. Instead, she was always worried and insecure.
And that Foster boy, although he looked decent, was dark at heart.
“Dr. Smith, Miss Green… who is this?” Peter’s mom came out, seeing the distinguished, elegant, and uniquely handsome man. Despite her age, she couldn’t help but brighten up and asked with surprise.
“Hmph, a freeloader.” Old Mr. Smith snapped out of his thoughts and glanced at Brandon.
Brandon, “…” This old man was more annoying than his own grandpa.
But Peter’s mom was delighted, “Great, I still have a few dishes to serve. Pullan, Peter, you guys go clear the stone table in the yard and come back to serve the dishes.”
After a trip to the study, Pullan, with his superb gossiping skills, quickly befriended Peter’s mom, bringing Peter along for the ride.
So now, Peter’s mom was not at all polite with them. She even whispered in Pullan’s ear, “I saved you the biggest drumstick.”
Pullan was so happy that he couldn’t close his mouth.
Just a while ago, Old Mr. Smith announced that he would chase Pullan and Peter out and not let them free-load, “…”
Since when did his house become so casual?
But Peter’s mom already happily went back to the kitchen. She hadn’t seen so many people in the yard for a long time and was beaming with joy. Her chubby body moved more lightly than usual.
She thought Miss Abigail had made good friends, very capable ones.
To be able to stay and eat without being driven out by Old Mr. Smith, whether male or female, they were capable comrades.
Soon the table was filled with food.
Old Mr. Smith sat at the head, Abigail sat beside him, and Brandon sat on Abigail’s side, looking at the delicious-looking dishes. “Hmm, you didn’t lie to me.”
“Of course not.” Abigail said proudly, glancing at Pullan, Peter, and Peter’s mom, “Come, join us.”
“No, I’ll be freer in the kitchen.” Pullan waved his hand. He didn’t want to eat with an old man who cursed and fought at every turn. Besides, having Second Young Master around made him feel uncouth and uneasy.
Peter nodded in agreement.
Peter’s mom smiled, “Right, you guys eat. I’ll take them to the kitchen.”
Then she led the two to the kitchen.
From afar, Abigail and the others heard Pullan happily asking, “Peter’s mom, did you save enough for me? Your cooking smells so good—better than a five-star chef’s. I think I could eat a whole pot of rice.”
“Eat as much as you like. There’s plenty.”
“What about my drumstick?” Pullan asked shamelessly.
“Yes, yes, both of you have one.” Peter’s mom’s eyes squinted with joy. It had been a long time since someone appreciated her cooking so much.
“Peter’s mom, you are amazing. I want to recognize you as my adoptive mother!”
“Oh, you sweet child. Come often. I’ll make you delicious food. Peter, you come too.”
Peter was delighted, “Thank you, Peter’s mom.”
The three at the table, “…”
Old Mr. Smith said, “I really misjudged him by calling him a silly boy!”
Brandon wanted to throw the drumstick in his hand. For a piece of food, this guy was embarrassing himself.
Abigail was different. She gave Pullan a thumbs-up.
“You said our Abby entrusted me to you. Does that mean you will take care of me in my old age?” After a few bites, Old Mr. Smith spoke again.
Abigail almost choked on her fish soup. She looked up at her grandpa, as if asking, were you serious?
“And you, since you’re her fiancé, when are you planning to get a marriage certificate? But I don’t care about these things. She needs to take care of me in my old age. Since you’re her husband, you naturally need to fulfill your filial duty too.” Old Mr. Smith didn’t look at Abigail’s reaction and focused on Brandon.
Fortunately, Brandon knew some truth; otherwise, he would have thought this old man was blackmailing them.
“I’ll follow Abby’s arrangement.” If this old man weren’t Abby’s grandpa, he wouldn’t even bother.
“You say.” Since Brandon said so, Old Mr. Smith directly asked Abigail in his usual domineering and unreasonable tone, as if he could start lecturing if she disagreed.
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“I should, I should. Dr. Smith has been very kind to me. I must fulfill her filial duty to you.” Abigail had no idea what was in her grandpa’s mind.
Old Mr. Smith was satisfied. “Alright, as long as you don’t go back on your word. So, how many times do you plan to visit me each week?”
For the first time, Brandon experienced what taking an inch and wanting a mile meant.
Abigail thought for a moment, “How about staying one day on weekends?”
“No.”
“No!” Brandon and Old Mr. Smith said in unison.
Abigail, “…”
“One day is not enough. I’m an almost eighty-year-old man. You want me to be a lonely old man?” Old Mr. Smith was very dissatisfied.
Brandon was even more dissatisfied, “Teddy is still young. He can’t be without you. At most, half a day.”
“Teddy? You mean a bear? Why can’t he be without her?” Old Mr. Smith was puzzled.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. Abby and I have a five-month-old son named Teddy.” Brandon continued explaining gracefully and calmly.
Church Smith, “…”
Seeing this, Abigail awkwardly smiled at her grandpa.
“Aren’t you nineteen?” Old Mr. Smith tried hard to restrain his impulse to take out a stick and beat them.
Abigail awkwardly laughed, “Well… an accident, an accident.”
Indeed, it was an accident!
“So you got married because she was pregnant?” Old Mr. Smith asked angrily.
Abigail knew her grandpa was traditional and conservative, so she hadn’t told him about having a son, planning to tell him gradually. Who knew this monster Brandon would reveal everything now?
She reluctantly nodded, “Sort of, but we’re not married yet, right?”
“You… have no self-respect.” Old Mr. Smith scolded, then turned to Brandon, “Shameless, deceiving an innocent girl, despicable!”
Brandon, “…”
Today, I was really humiliated. Can I hit the old man? Given that he is my wife’s grandpa!
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