Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 794: Grandfather Piers is Seriously Ill

The clock struck twelve. Abigail Green turned twenty, while Abigail Green was twenty-nine.

This was Abigail’s second birthday since her rebirth. It was even more unforgettable than the first.

Both unforgettable experiences were because of Brandon Piers.

One was due to immense happiness, the other to immense pain.

Life’s encounters sometimes were truly unpredictable.

That night, Abigail still did not sleep well. She wandered between different dreams and the entirely different lives of Abigail Green and Abigail.

Upon waking, she could hardly distinguish who she was.

Until Teddy wobbled into her room. Seeing a child and a dog, Abigail finally came to her senses. She woke up from those seemingly real or fake dreams, wearing pajamas and hugging Teddy in her arms.

Teddy, who gradually had his own little thoughts, felt his mother’s bad mood. He obediently let Abigail hold him, his big eyes sparkling as he looked at her.

Abigail was soft-hearted seeing her son so cute. She reached out to rub his little cheeks, dismissing the terrible mood of the night and reviving her spirits.

Grandfather Piers was unwell. Eva Bell had not yet fully recovered from surgery. Abigail became the backbone of the manor.

After breakfast, she asked Housekeeper Piers to gather everyone in the manor for a meeting.

After Housekeeper Piers made an announcement yesterday, three people tendered their resignations. Two were leaving because of age and planned to retire anyway. Upon hearing they could receive three times their salary if they left now, they resigned. The last one was from the security department.

Abigail listened to Housekeeper Piers’ report. According to the agreement, she let Housekeeper Piers pay the first two. For the one in the security department, she instructed Pullan to hold him back.

That person, like Pullan, although not very old, had been in the manor for a long time. Unlike Pullan, who protected Brandon Piers or Abigail closely, he was just a common gatekeeper. He was very dissatisfied with being detained by Pullan, glaring at Abigail. "What does the lady of the house mean by this? Isn’t leaving a voluntary decision?"

"Leaving voluntarily is indeed clear and straightforward. But what about you?" Abigail sat in the center of the sofa, looking at the person forced to the ground by Pullan, and at the others who were either anxious, skeptical, or curiously watching her. Her face was cold, and there was none of her usual gentleness and approachability. Instead, there was intimidating pressure.

The person on the ground had no change in expression. Although restrained by Pullan, he showed no fear upon hearing Abigail’s words. Instead, he raised his head defiantly. "The lady of the house is trying to make an example. Saying it’s voluntary, but actually using me to scare everyone, huh?"

After saying so, he deliberately glanced at the other people in the manor.

The servants, security guards, and even the chef were carefully selected by Brandon Piers. Many had been working in the manor for ten or twenty years. Hearing the provocation, they instinctively looked at Abigail.

Unlike Brandon Piers, Abigail had not been in the manor long. Although everyone followed Pullan and the others in calling her the lady of the house, they all knew from the news online that even though Abigail had given birth to a son for Master Brandon, they had not yet gotten a marriage certificate. She had no inheritance rights to the manor.

Upon hearing the security guard’s words, they were somewhat skeptical of Abigail.

Pullan was angry. He kicked the person on the ground hard and angrily cursed, "Toby, do you have any conscience left? Have you forgotten who brought you to the manor and gave you a carefree life? Your conscience has been eaten by dogs!"

The guard named Toby groaned under Pullan’s kick, resisting angrily. "Who had their conscience eaten by dogs? Master Brandon paid me, and I worked for him. It was just a deal. I think you’re the one who’s crazy, turning into their dog after getting a little sweetness!"

"You..." Pullan was furious.

Toby’s words clearly resonated with many on site.

Abigail glanced coldly, "Since you know it’s a deal, you should understand that every deal needs contractual spirit, especially under high salaries. If I recall correctly, you signed a contract when you joined the manor, right?"

"So what? I didn’t do anything wrong. I just left voluntarily as the lady of the house said. You can’t slander me just because Master Brandon went to prison and you don’t want to pay!" Toby continued to accuse Abigail.

Abigail did not want to waste more words with him. She looked at Hughes, who was quietly sitting in the corner. "Show him."

Hughes, hearing this, turned on the projector that had been prepared. Everyone then saw how Toby received money yesterday, used his position to let all sorts of people into the manor, and how he called the media to sell manor information.

No one knew what techniques Hughes used, but Toby’s voice during the calls was recorded clearly.

Just moments ago, Toby was denying everything and making baseless accusations against Abigail. His face turned pale. The skeptical glances he got turned into contempt.

After Hughes turned off the projector, Abigail looked at Toby on the ground. "Do you have anything else to say?"

"So what if I did those things? Master Brandon’s shares in Piers are frozen. There’s a mess left, and even getting next month’s salary is a problem. What’s wrong if I find a way to earn some money?" At this point, Toby still argued stubbornly, showing no professional ethics or shame.

Abigail listened and instructed Pullan, "Handle it according to the contract."

The person on the ground was finally anxious, glaring at Abigail, "Why, why? I won’t pay compensation..."

"Contact a lawyer to sue him and throw him out now." Abigail instructed Pullan and ignored Toby’s anger. She turned her attention to those remaining.

Everyone had their heads lowered, docilely. Abigail’s earlier words seemed straightforward. However, those who had signed work agreements with the manor knew. Their daily wages were three times the market rate, excluding insurance and benefits. But the risk matched the high salary.

They couldn’t leak any manor secrets. The penalty was ten million dollars.

That amount was trivial for the wealthy but a fortune for ordinary people. It would take a lifetime to repay if held accountable.

Typically, both the elder and Abigail were kind and gentle. Even with Master Brandon in trouble, they offered a voluntary departure with triple pay compensation. Everyone started to think the manor owners were easy targets.

Seeing everyone’s heads lowered, Abigail did not show politeness. "I know what you all are worried about, but rest assured, Master Brandon is just temporarily detained. Even if something happens, there’s still Grandfather and me. You will not lose a dime. But I still say, I won’t keep anyone who wants to leave. However, if you stay, you must be absolutely loyal, or I won’t be courteous."

Abigail’s last word struck everyone’s eardrums with special gravity.

Abigail’s reassurance and warning finally steadied everyone’s hearts in the manor.

But Abigail’s nerves had no time to relax before a lawyer came to the door.

Yesterday when those who claimed to be Brandon Piers’s aunt and uncle made a scene at the manor, Abigail had predicted it was just the beginning. She even thought the group yesterday only came to test her.

Today was the real beginning.

Abigail Green had someone invite the lawyer in. Although the lawyer wasn’t as famous as Benjamin Jones, he was still well-known in the legal world, and he wasn’t reserved in expressing the purpose of his visit.

It was very clear, Moon Lake Manor.

"The CEO’s intention is that whether it is Moon Lake Manor or the old house in Gills City, they all belong to the Piers’ ancestral property. As a descendant of the Piers family, he has the right to inherit," the lawyer first expressed Oliver Piers’ wishes.

"Oh, you should discuss these matters with Elder Piers," Abigail smiled.

The lawyer smiled, "Yes, I’m here to see Elder Piers."

"Sorry, Grandfather Piers isn’t feeling well and can’t see visitors now." Abigail also smiled at the lawyer, and before he could speak again, she looked at Housekeeper Piers, "Uncle Piers, please see our guest out."

Housekeeper Piers hurried forward, "Lawyer Toynbee, this way, please."

After sending the lawyer off, Abigail took a deep breath. At this moment, she felt someone watching her. She looked over and saw Hughes holding his computer, not having left.

"What’s wrong?" Abigail touched her face in confusion and looked at Hughes.

Hughes snapped out of it, "Nothing, I heard yesterday was your birthday? Happy birthday."

Abigail was stunned. She had been so busy these past few days, and her mood had been fluctuating greatly. Yesterday’s birthday had been even worse due to Brandon Piers’ refusal to see her. She had forgotten to eat the longevity noodles Aunt Claudia had cooked for her. As Hughes suddenly and earnestly wished her a happy birthday, she felt a bit unaccustomed to it, but she snapped out of it and thanked him.

Hughes’ eyes flashed with a hint of sadness, but when he looked up again, his gaze was firm, "Master Brandon will be fine."

Abigail heard this and saw the determined look on Hughes’ youthful face. She knew he wasn’t just offering comfort but a promise. She was moved and nodded lightly, "Yes, we’ll work hard together."

Hughes understood that Abigail had grasped his words. His usually indifferent face showed a shy smile as he lowered his head and continued typing on the computer.

In the following days, Oliver Piers’ lawyer didn’t stop by even once. However, they were people of stature and couldn’t act recklessly. So, the Piers family incited some distant relatives to come over daily, causing a scene outside the manor.

At first, Abigail had the manor’s staff keep it from Grandfather Piers, but with time, he found out. Already troubled in heart, he got sick again from the agitation. Coincidentally, Abigail was out for something at the time. Housekeeper Piers, fearing for Grandfather Piers’ health, immediately sent him to the hospital.

Once in the emergency room, the media found out.

The inheritance dispute, previously conducted in secret, was brought to the public’s eye.

When Abigail arrived at the hospital, Oliver Piers and Mason Piers were already there, followed by other relatives from the Piers family.

Each of them was aggressive.

Abigail hadn’t yet approached the ward but could hear the noise from afar. With a somber face, she stepped forward, "Second Uncle, Third Uncle, what is all this?"

"Who are you to call me Second Brother, Third Brother, Uncle? Do you even know your place?" As soon as Abigail spoke, someone immediately stood out to challenge her.

Moreover, they wasted no time in targeting Abigail’s status.

Following the sound, Abigail saw the so-called aunt of Brandon Piers, the first person to cause trouble at the manor. With Oliver Piers and Mason Piers backing her up, she was even more arrogant than last time at the manor.

"What is my status? And what is yours?" Abigail smiled and asked in return.

Hearing this, the woman smiled triumphantly, "I am Brandon’s aunt. And you? Just an illegitimate, nameless woman."

"Oh." Abigail’s smile widened, but the next moment it dropped, and she looked at Pullan, "Throw her out."

Following Abigail’s command, Pullan immediately stepped forward, picked the woman up. Seeing that she was about to shout, Pullan grabbed a leaf from a plant in the corridor and stuffed it into her mouth.

As a result, the entire hallway was filled with the muffled groans of the middle-aged woman and the curses of her husband and son.

Abigail’s straightforward and aggressive order frightened many people present. For a moment, no one dared to be the first to react.

Oliver Piers, sitting in his wheelchair, couldn’t help but clap. However, since his left side still wasn’t very agile, the applause sounded somewhat weak.

Seeing this, Abigail continued to smile, her tone as casual as if nothing had happened, politely asking, "Second Uncle, Third Uncle, are you here to see Grandfather? He just came out of the emergency room, and I’m afraid he can’t see guests."

"He can’t see, or you won’t let us see? Abigail, my sister-in-law may have been blunt just now, but she spoke the truth. You and Brandon are not legally married. Now that Grandfather is ill, as his sons, you’re preventing us from visiting our critically ill father. Isn’t that unethical? Or do you have something to hide from us?" Oliver Piers spoke slowly, trying his best to sound calm to cover up the after-effects left by his stroke, but what he said was vicious, directly putting Abigail on the defensive, even describing his sister-in-law’s crudeness as bluntness.

After hearing him, Abigail frowned slightly. Glancing around, she noticed that among the Piers family’s distant relatives, there were also reporters mixed in.

"Third Uncle, those words are serious. Since you know Grandfather is critically ill, you shouldn’t bring so many people to disturb him." As she spoke, Abigail glanced at the people blocked outside the ward by the manor’s security. Fortunately, she had given prior instructions; otherwise, these people would likely have barged in by now.

Currently, with Brandon in custody, if anything happened to Grandfather, the manor would truly be in danger.

At that point, these people’s probing would turn into concrete actions.

As long as Grandfather was alive, they wouldn’t dare act recklessly. But if he died, things would change. Abigail and her son living in the manor without a clear status, if they refused to acknowledge Teddy as a member of the Piers family, it would be easy enough to evict them.

So Abigail had reasons to believe that Oliver Piers had brought these people not just to cause trouble but perhaps to seize the chance to end Grandfather’s life while he was already ill.

"Hah, sharp-tongued. Calling a son’s visit to his father a disturbance? It seems the Piers family is now run by Miss Green." Oliver Piers gave a cold laugh, the atmosphere turning tense. Just then, Mason Piers’ phone awkwardly rang, a sultry female voice repeatedly announcing, "Boss, you have a call. Boss, you have a call," disrupting the aura Oliver had built up.

Mason Piers gave an embarrassing laugh and hurriedly ended the call, but not before catching Oliver’s cold stare.

For a moment, the atmosphere turned strange. However, Oliver wasn’t here to play. He was determined to get Moon Lake Manor. freewёbnoνel.com

Just when the situation seemed unfavorable for Abigail, the ward door opened from the inside, and a nurse came forward, "Grandfather Piers asks everyone to come in and witness something."

Everyone looked towards the ward. A witness? What kind of witness?