Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 792: Foolish Girl, Is It Worth It?

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As soon as the trial result of Brandon Piers came out, the entire internet erupted.

Previously, when Brandon Piers was investigated for tax and fake medicine scandals, there was already quite an uproar. But later, because of his emotional story with Abigail Green, he garnered a lot of goodwill. Coupled with the comments from Boss Moses’s son, everyone initially believed that such a Yandere beauty as Brandon couldn’t possibly do anything wrong. He must have been framed.

However, once the court’s verdict was announced, no matter how much people didn’t want to believe that someone as handsome as Brandon would commit crimes, they had to accept the truth.

Moreover, since Piers’s most famous subsidiaries were their pharmaceutical and branded hospitals, such a major scandal involving a century-old brand had a significant impact on Piers.

But these repercussions settled down somewhat with Brandon Piers’s imprisonment. Online, there were all sorts of insults and speculations, but since Brandon had long been dismissed, these criminal acts were considered personal behavior.

Since it was personal behavior, it naturally couldn’t be tied to Piers. That night, the Piers group released a statement, first expressing their apologies to the public, then emphasizing that the group was unaware of Brandon Piers’s personal actions, and finally, vowing to thoroughly investigate all the hospitals under Piers to give the public an explanation.

Though this operation had the semblance of kicking someone when they’re down, it bore the responsibility it ought to, providing an explanation to the public and gaining a lot of goodwill for Joshua Piers, the newly appointed president.

But many people were not optimistic about Joshua. After all, having previously held the position of president at Evergrowing Pharmaceuticals and now taking over Piers, it gave everyone a sense of disbelief at his remarkable prowess.

Especially considering Evergrowing and Piers were rival companies, everyone was curious about how Mr. Joshua would balance the relationship between the two companies.

And at this moment, Joshua was indeed very busy.

Brandon Piers’s imprisonment had relaxed the scrutiny on Piers greatly, and many hidden matters were gradually coming to light.

Everyone was waiting for this moment.

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Moon Lake Manor.

Abigail returned to the manor with Grandfather Piers, and both were in very bad spirits.

Today’s outcome had completely caught them off guard.

However, Abigail had already tucked away the painful emotions from when Brandon was taken away, gently comforting Grayson Piers, "Grandfather, rest assured, this is only the first trial. Lawyer Jones said we can still appeal. It’s not the final word."

Elder Piers, after all, was old. Since coming back from the court, a trace of despair had added to his entire being.

Abigail felt heartache but dared not indulge too deeply in her dreary emotions. After all, with Brandon’s incident, both the elderly and the young at home needed to rely on her.

"Abigail, Grandpa is fine. Grandpa has weathered many storms in this lifetime. How could he be laid low by such a trivial matter? You must understand, if not for you, the grass on Brandon’s grave would be tall by now. Now he is just in jail, Grandpa can still bear it." Grayson Piers slightly recovered and patted Abigail, deliberately speaking reassuringly.

Abigail felt a lump in her throat, knowing the old man’s words were also to keep her from worrying. Forcing a smile, she said, "Yes, Grandfather, everything will be alright."

Even though she said this, the entire manor’s atmosphere remained very heavy.

Only Teddy and Tate, the two little ones, played happily in the yard with Threo, unaware of the world’s sorrows.

After comforting the old man, Abigail stood on the bluestone slabs watching the two children play. Kelly quietly approached, "Abigail, what exactly happened?"

"It should be Joshua’s doing, but we have no evidence. That document really seemed to be signed by Brandon." Back at the manor, Abigail received a message from Benjamin Jones, roughly understanding the situation. Knowing the situation, her mood only worsened.

Kelly was slightly taken aback, looking at the vast manor, feeling very uneasy. If the second young master truly couldn’t be saved, they might all have to disperse.

Abigail remained silent.

That night, Aunt Claudia put Teddy to bed. Abigail, however, couldn’t sleep. When the clock struck twelve, her heart skipped a beat.

It had been twenty years since she became Abigail Green.

Originally, Brandon Piers was supposed to get a marriage certificate with her today.

Unfortunately, that possibility no longer existed.

She had hoped to have unforgettable happy memories on her twentieth birthday, but it turned out to be unforgettable for sorrow instead.

Tossing and turning, unable to sleep, Abigail climbed out of bed to take down the Little Prince that Brandon had given her.

She still remembered her nineteenth birthday, how that man made up for her past regrets, throwing her a grand birthday party with all sorts of peculiar gifts, all showing his deep affection for her.

What wish did she make back then? Oh, she had wished to celebrate her next birthday together too. Sadly, that wish fell through.

Some people’s dreams are meant to come true, while wishes are meant to be made.

Indeed, people shouldn’t make blind wishes.

Hugging the Little Prince, Abigail was deeply saddened, her emotions sinking to the lowest point. The moments spent with Brandon kept flashing in her mind, from the initial amazement to the later heartthrob moments. The time they spent together wasn’t long, especially compared to her previous infatuation with Jeffrey Foster, which was short-lived but unforgettable.

It seemed that feelings couldn’t be measured by time.

The more she thought about it, the more Abigail felt heart-wrenched, especially imagining that handsome man confined in a dirty prison, possibly sharing a cell. She felt she was on the verge of breaking down.

Just thinking about it made her feel unbearable, so she climbed up and called Benjamin Jones.

It was already ten o’clock at night, but her call was answered after just two rings. As soon as she spoke, Abigail heard her own hoarse and dry voice. She hadn’t dared to cry, but her throat was already burning with anxiety.

Benjamin Jones heard and sighed softly, "Abby, what do you need?"

"Can I see him?" Abigail bit her dry lips. She could have asked tomorrow, but she couldn’t wait.

"As long as he agrees, it’s possible. I’ll arrange it in the morning." Actually, Benjamin Jones already guessed what Abigail wanted.

Abigail felt very bad. Losing Brandon Piers’s lawsuit had significantly impacted Benjamin’s reputation, marking a major setback in his career, and their relationship also had something to do with her.

Whispering her thanks on the phone, she added an apology. Benjamin could hear her guilt and offered a slight smile, loosening his stern face, "No problem. Even if you didn’t ask, I would still visit him. After all, you have to get up where you fall."

Abigail was amused by Benjamin’s words, feeling she had gone too far, forcing such a serious person like him to say something like that.

The next day.

Abigail got up early, trying to go about her usual routine of dressing and feeding Teddy before asking Hughes to take her to the court.

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Because reporters were watching, they deliberately didn’t use Brandon Piers’ car and instead chose Pullan’s Geely.

At the courthouse, Benjamin Jones was already waiting for her, but after submitting various materials, Brandon Piers refused to meet with them.

Both Abigail Green and Benjamin Jones were extremely surprised, especially Abigail, who completely couldn’t accept that Brandon Piers didn’t want to see her.

She couldn’t help but ask the responsible officer, "Why? Why doesn’t he want to see me?"

But the officer couldn’t answer her question at all, and Benjamin Jones, using his connections, couldn’t see Brandon Piers either.

Abigail couldn’t accept it and wandered outside the visitation room for a long time before suddenly thinking of a friend of Brandon Piers she’d met, Luke Scout, who was rumored to be the captain of the criminal police team. She quickly called Kelvin Max and asked him to send over his contact information.

But when Abigail dialed the number she received, the other end immediately indicated that it was turned off. Abigail unwillingly called Luke Scout’s office, and this time, someone answered, politely telling her that Captain Scout was out of town on a mission.

Abigail held the phone, listening to the beep of the disconnect tone, feeling as if her soul had left her body. She couldn’t understand why Brandon Piers didn’t want to see her.

Was he afraid she would be sad?

If he was afraid she’d be sad, why wouldn’t he see Benjamin Jones? Benjamin Jones was his lawyer, the key to whether he could appeal successfully. If he didn’t intend to appeal...

Thinking of this, Abigail suddenly looked up and saw Benjamin Jones coming back from another run. Seeing Abigail looking at him, he helplessly shook his head.

Abigail fiercely closed her eyes and spoke with a voice more hoarse than the night before, "Does him not seeing you mean he has admitted to everything?"

The more direct question was, did he acknowledge his guilt?

But Abigail couldn’t ask directly, so she could only deceive herself with this euphemism.

Benjamin Jones had also thought of this possibility. Looking at Abigail in such a lost state, he felt heartbroken but, as usual, wouldn’t lie. At this moment, he could only nod helplessly at Abigail.

At his nod, what more did Abigail not understand?

Abigail tried hard to squeeze a forced smile at Benjamin Jones, "I got it. Thank you for everything during this time, Benjamin. We are sorry to have troubled you."

Brandon Piers’ admission not only doomed himself to prison but also cut off Benjamin Jones’ chance of overturning the case.

This was equivalent to leaving an indelible stain on Benjamin Jones’ career.

But what Benjamin Jones focused on in Abigail’s apology was not "we are sorry," but that Abigail used "we."

So she was apologizing for herself and for Brandon Piers.

This understanding made Benjamin Jones feel heartache. He knew what Abigail’s words deeply meant—that although Brandon Piers, that bastard, didn’t want to see her, she didn’t plan to give up on him and wanted to share the outcome together.

Benjamin Jones took a deep breath, like when they were kids, and gently rubbed Abigail’s head, "Silly girl, is it worth it?"

Abigail didn’t know how to answer Benjamin Jones’ question: Was it worth it? She didn’t know. But she knew that she couldn’t really abandon Brandon Piers, nor could she let Grandfather Piers, at his advanced age, face everything alone.

"Alright, I’ll take you back." Benjamin Jones spoke before Abigail could answer his question.

Abigail looked up at him and couldn’t help but sigh in her heart. This man always had a stern, unfunny face, yet no one could match his thoughtfulness. She wondered which girl would be lucky to have him in the future.

Because of the loss the previous day, Benjamin Jones had also been chased by reporters, so today, he wasn’t driving his usual car but surprisingly a red Ferrari.

Abigail was extremely shocked at first sight. She couldn’t imagine Benjamin Jones driving such a car, as it completely didn’t suit his temperament.

Benjamin Jones got into the car and felt Abigail’s scrutinizing gaze, slightly embarrassed, "This is Cindy’s car."

Abigail knew Cindy was Benjamin Jones’ cousin, a girl who played music, always with short hair and a cool vibe. This Ferrari perfectly matched her personality. Abigail nodded to him, "I see."

With this Ferrari as cover, there were indeed no reporters chasing Benjamin Jones. However, in Hughes’ car, Pullan was recognized, attracting several reporters.

Luckily, he quickly shook them off. At the manor, Benjamin Jones didn’t go inside and left directly. Abigail’s face, which had been holding a smile all along, faded as she walked towards the manor, only to find it unexpectedly noisy.

Frowning, Abigail quickened her pace and saw many unfamiliar faces in the manor. She hurriedly asked Uncle Piers, "What’s going on?"

Uncle Piers saw Abigail return, his expression not relaxed but still respectfully called her "young mistress."

Just as Uncle Piers finished speaking, a woman in her fifties jumped out, "Young mistress? What kind of young mistress is she? At most, she’s just a woman kept outside."

Abigail’s face slightly changed, "Who are they?"

Uncle Piers’ expression was no better than Abigail’s, "Distant relatives of the Piers."

"What do you mean by distant relatives? I am Brandon’s aunt. How is that distant? Now that Brandon is in such big trouble, as his aunt, I can’t just sit back and do nothing. But you, you’re not married to Brandon, so how can you live in Moon Lake Manor?" The woman who claimed to be Brandon Piers’ aunt said as she greedily looked around the manor. Her eyes were full of ugly, undisguised desire.

Abigail couldn’t help but laugh. Where did this clown come from?

"Security, send them out." After being rejected by Brandon Piers today, Abigail was already holding back her anger. Usually, she might argue, but now she was too irritable and directly ordered the security to kick them out.

The manor’s security immediately stepped forward, "Please leave."

"You dare? I am your Second Young Master’s aunt. This is his cousin, and this is his uncle, and this is..." The woman kept rattling off titles but Abigail interrupted her with a loud, "Get out."

At hearing this, the woman bristled, "Who do you think you are to tell me to get out, you insignificant bitch? Do you think you’re so great just because you had a son? You don’t even know, do you? Brandon Piers’ shares in the Piers are all frozen, a lot of assets confiscated. How can an old man about to die and a child support such a big family? Do you know that the monthly maintenance and staff salaries for this manor alone cost millions?"

The security guards were already in front of the woman, and she kept ranting.

Abigail couldn’t help but use silver needles to shut her mouth up.

But the man beside her, presumably her husband, immediately jumped out, "What did you do to my wife?"

Abigail ignored him and turned to walk into the manor, hearing behind her the so-called cousin step out, glancing at the people in the manor, "My mother is absolutely right. Can you really trust her to support you all?"

There was a moment of silence, but the next moment, the well-trained security guards threw the three out.

Abigail didn’t say anything further but knew in her heart. Although these three were clowns, they reminded her that keeping Moon Lake Manor in the future would not be easy.

Especially since she had so many people to support...