Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 492 - The Document Forgotten by Abigail
Chapter 492: Chapter 492: The Document Forgotten by Abigail
Chapter 492: Chapter 492: The Document Forgotten by Abigail
Jealousy distorted a person’s appearance.
Abigail Green felt that she was already twisted at this moment.
But the two culprits were happier than ever.
It seemed that children naturally liked their fathers. With Brandon Piers around, Teddy went to bed much later than usual, while Abigail couldn’t stay awake, nodding off constantly until she finally fell asleep.
In the morning, she was still woken up by Teddy.
But when she opened her eyes, besides her mischievous son pulling her hair, there was also a man propping his head up, watching the child pull her hair.
Looking at the father and son, Abigail felt as if this was how life should be.
So heartwarming that it made one nostalgic.
Thinking of this, she didn’t even feel the pain from her son’s tugging, instead, she couldn’t help but smile at the two.
And when she smiled, Teddy laughed along.
Two pairs of identical almond-shaped eyes curved into beautiful crescents. The same chubby cheeks, the same fair and tender skin.
Brandon’s lips turned up when he saw this. He thought of a rather corny saying, a wife, children, and a warm bed.
He once thought such a life was out of his reach, but he hadn’t expected to enjoy it one day.
Teddy, after tiring out his mom, began to mess with his dad, persistently grabbing Brandon’s straight nose while giggling. It was only when Housekeeper Piers called them for breakfast that the three of them got out of bed.
After breakfast, Abigail and Brandon soaked in the gym for an hour. When they came out at nine, Pullan was already waiting for her.
“Madam, Old Mr. Smith called at eight thirty to ask if you had left yet.” Pullan said softly, looking at the sweaty Brandon.
Abigail glanced at the time, “I know, I’ll leave in a bit.”
After saying that, Abigail jogged off to change clothes.
Once she disappeared from view, Brandon looked at Pullan, “Next time that old geezer rushes us like this, tell him Madam wants to stay home with our son and has no interest in learning his medicine.”
“Yes.” Pullan shivered and hastily responded. He thought to himself that Second Master’s temper wasn’t as good as before. He even dared to call Old Mr. Smith an old geezer.
“Any recent findings?” Brandon changed the topic after getting an answer.
“No, nothing unusual around Madam for now. But last night someone attacked the manor’s security system. They were repelled quickly without causing any damage.” Pullan reported. It was a common occurrence for Moon Lake Manor’s security system to be attacked. Usually, he wouldn’t report it to Second Master unless it was special.
Last night’s attack wasn’t different, but out of caution, Pullan decided to report it.
“Last night?” Brandon’s eyebrows knitted as he softly repeated. “Have you traced anyone?”
“No, they are still tracking.” This was another important reason why Pullan mentioned it. Usually, hackers attacking the system would be quickly tracked and caught. But last night’s attackers hadn’t been identified yet.
“Investigate Jeffrey Foster’s associates and see if the Fosters have recently recruited any computer experts.” Brandon paused before ordering.
Did Jeffrey come uninvited yesterday just to apologize to the old man? He didn’t believe that.
“Yes.” Pullan responded promptly and went to make arrangements.
But by the time Pullan finished, Abigail still hadn’t come out of the room.
Brandon, puzzled, walked over and knocked on the door, “Abigail?”
No response.
Brandon frowned and pushed the door open to find Abigail squatting on the floor with a solemn expression and an obvious hint of sadness. He strode over, “What’s wrong?”
“I know what Jeffrey is looking for!” Abigail’s voice was light, with a barely noticeable hoarseness.
Brandon was puzzled, “What is he looking for?”
“This.” Abigail handed over a few thin sheets of paper to Brandon.
Brandon took them and looked through a few pages. Although he wasn’t well-versed in medicine, his high intelligence made understanding many things easier. With just a brief glance, he grasped the general idea.
“Is this Dr. Smith’s paper?” Brandon asked softly. He knew Abigail was Abigail, but he wasn’t prepared to tell the truth about the chubby little boy yet, so he kept cooperating with her.
“Yes.” Abigail nodded. She had gone to the apartment that day to retrieve her mother’s photo, one of the few she had secretly treasured from her grandfather. She had taken it with her back to Swallow City. Along the way, she had grabbed the discarded paper she had thrown inside.
This paper was her initial hypothesis.
It presented bold personal theories about artificial heart surgery. It also incorporated some inspirations derived from years of the Smith family studying traditional Flowery medicine.
The content outlined the addition of adjuvant drugs for artificial organs to improve surgery success rates and combined traditional needle techniques to stimulate the body’s potential.
But later, during a clinical surgery, she found that traditional needle techniques could indeed stimulate human potential. However, they were extremely difficult and highly risky, requiring over ten years of experience in traditional medicine, along with acute surgical skills.
Given that, she abandoned the idea. But Jeffrey, whom she had trusted the most, had listened to her theory and even knew which acupoints could make the adjuvant drugs peak instantly.
She had joked with him that if traditional medicine and these techniques were combined, they could be used in sports competitions without being detected in urine tests.
However, she hadn’t expected that an inadvertent joke would turn out to be true.
She finally understood why her senior brother had opened her study room door. The day she was in a rush and hadn’t thought much, she was now even more certain that her study room door had been tampered with.
But Jeffrey probably hadn’t expected that as a carefree person, she would have hidden layers in her study room.
She was really glad that her only secret from him all these years was about her mother.
It wasn’t intentional. But every time she mentioned her mother, her grandfather would react like a cat whose tail was stepped on, becoming extremely irritable. The only photo she had was stolen secretly. It showed her mother at eighteen, younger than Abigail was now.
To safeguard the photo, she had developed a habit since fourteen or fifteen of setting up hidden layers in her bags and drawers, afraid that her grandfather might conduct surprise checks and find her secret.
As for the paper, she had mindlessly thrown it in a hidden place and hadn’t even kept a backup on her computer.
Thus, her senior brother might want her in the research lab not just to study drugs but also because he believed she had acquired Dr. Smith’s skills, hence the recruitment.
As for approaching her grandfather and even staging such a dramatic display yesterday, besides seeking her grandfather’s forgiveness, he probably had ulterior motives.
After all, compared to Abigail, her grandfather’s needle techniques were truly masterful and had higher practical value.
If he could get her grandfather’s guidance, there wouldn’t be a need to repeatedly test the drugs and risk unnecessary trouble.
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As Abigail thought it over, many answers slowly formed in her mind.
“Do you still plan to join his research lab?” Brandon asked, looking at Abigail’s solemn yet dazed expression.
It took Abigail a moment to nod, “These are just my speculations. Only by joining the lab can I verify them. If it’s true…”
“What will you do?” Brandon asked, word for word, intercepting her abruptly.
Abigail froze. What would she do?
