Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 800: I Don’t Want to Hear Any Apologies

Although the port capture operation was successful, it caused many injuries, drawing significant attention from above.

This attention made Luke Scout’s follow-up work much easier.

The involvement of Piers’ subsidiary in the incident caused irreparable damage to the corporate image. Hospitals under Piers nationwide faced a boycott, and their stock plummeted to its lowest point.

Upon receiving the news in Swallow City, Oliver Piers planned to flee abroad, but he was taken away as soon as he reached the airport.

Although Daniel Piers kept his mouth shut, Oliver Piers’ mistress, who was the legal representative of the hidden company, couldn’t withstand Luke Scout’s interrogation and revealed everything she knew.

It turned out that three years ago, Daniel Piers had started collaborating with the European underground black market in F Nation, using Piers’ channels for illegal trade. Initially, it wasn’t as reckless, but the enormous profit temptation made Oliver Piers and his son insatiable. They even used their entertainment company as a sales point, continually expanding the market, aiming to control the entire underground trade in Asia.

Daniel Piers had been paving the way for this trade over the past three years, aiming to control everything himself.

Unfortunately, he stumbled before the horse.

The mistress’s confession gave Luke Scout a breakthrough, making the subsequent investigation much easier.

However, the father and son both remained silent, slowing the progress of the case.

On the other hand, Brandon Piers’ appeal proceeded much faster.

The night after leaving the hospital, Brandon Piers was secretly sent back to prison. The next day, he proactively contacted Benjamin Jones.

Known for his efficiency, Benjamin Jones held another hearing a week later.

This time, neither Abigail nor Grandfather Piers attended.

After returning from Gills City, Abigail brought Grandfather Piers back to the manor. She personally prepared medicinal meals to nurse his health. The rest of her time was spent either with Teddy or in the lab, living an orderly life and seemingly unconcerned about Brandon Piers’ situation.

Only she knew that though she was angry about his unilateral decision in Gills City, her taut nerve had eased.

The court session went smoothly. The once-damaging evidence against Brandon Piers was confirmed to be a carefully fabricated setup, and he was declared innocent and released in court.

As he stepped out of the courthouse, reporters swarmed around Brandon Piers.

The man, having lost quite a bit of weight in just over ten days, still stood out among the crowd. His face, known as the most handsome in Swallow City, became even more defined, his gaze carrying a thin chill that intimidated many reporters, causing them to instinctively step back. When everyone thought he wouldn’t answer any questions, Brandon Piers spoke.

His voice was clear as usual, but his tone carried unprecedented sternness, especially when discussing Piers.

"I just heard about what happened at Piers. It pains me deeply. I am appalled and shocked at what Uncle and Daniel did. Their actions violated medical ethics and basic human conscience. As for whether their actions constitute personal behavior, I believe the police will provide the most just investigation. Piers is the legacy of generations of the Pierses and cannot be entirely negated by individual behaviors." At this, Brandon Piers paused and looked into the media cameras, his tone firm, "The court has cleared my name. Next, I will strive to regain the management rights of Piers, eradicate the parasites, and rebuild Piers to be worthy of the nation and the people. Please supervise."

After his speech, Brandon Piers deeply bowed in apology to the cameras, then got into the car escorted by bodyguards.

The car drove towards Moon Lake Manor, and Brandon Piers felt increasingly anxious.

He could handle reporters easily but was unsure how to face Abigail’s anger.

He recalled how the petite woman left in a fury last time, and hadn’t contacted him since, even skipping today’s hearing. She was evidently very enraged.

"Is Abigail home?" Brandon Piers asked Peter, who was driving, as soon as he got into the car.

Pullan, sitting in the front passenger seat, immediately sat up straight in alertness.

"She is." Peter responded cautiously. The young mistress hadn’t attended the second young master’s hearing, which meant she was upset, though none of them understood how they managed to argue, one being outside and the other in prison.

"Hmm." Brandon Piers nodded slightly in relief. Glancing at Pullan, who resembled a quail, he suddenly kicked his seat.

Pullan, startled, sat even straighter and looked back at Brandon Piers with grievance, pretending nothing had happened.

Yet, Brandon Piers kicked his chair again.

Pullan, helplessly, said, "Second... Second Young Master, is there something you need?"

"Didn’t I ask you to always stay with Abigail? How come you didn’t go to Gills City with her?" Brandon Piers asked angrily.

Pullan felt more aggrieved, "The young mistress was afraid of alarming the enemy. She wouldn’t let me go."

"If she didn’t let you go, you wouldn’t go?" Brandon Piers looked at the clueless Pullan.

Pullan wanted to explain how he couldn’t overpower the young mistress. Besides, Benjamin Jones also accompanied her. Pullan had observed that one of Benjamin’s men had combat skills no less than his.

However, Pullan didn’t dare to say this out loud, knowing that if he did, he wouldn’t be the most miserable. It would get even worse.

Seeing Pullan acting cowardly, Brandon Piers felt more disdainful but could guess the situation back then. He sighed deeply and instructed Peter to speed up.

Pullan exhaled a sigh of relief, knowing Brandon Piers wouldn’t punish him for now.

As Peter repeatedly accelerated, they finally returned to the manor.

Before the car approached, Brandon Piers saw a fire bowl outside the gate, with Grandfather Piers and Abigail standing behind it.

Ignoring everything in front, Brandon Piers fixed his greedy gaze on Abigail.

Even after getting out of the car, his eyes clung to Abigail until Grandfather Piers’ disapproving grunt brought him back to reality, greeting with "Grandfather."

Grandfather Piers, irritated, flicked his beard, "Hmph, if you want to look, go to your room later. First, step over the fire bowl to ward off bad luck."

Brandon Piers didn’t believe in such rituals. But to reassure Grandfather and Abigail, he stepped over the fire bowl with his long legs.

Aunt Claudia then tapped him several times with a peach branch before letting Brandon Piers enter the manor.

Abigail felt the man’s piercing gaze as soon as she got out of Brandon Piers’ car. Now, the feeling was even stronger, but she deliberately pretended not to see it and continued to support Grandfather Piers.

Brandon Piers had anticipated Abigail’s coldness, but he still felt a bit disappointed. He knew he had gone too far this time, so he proactively reached out to hold Abigail’s other hand. However, Abigail quickly dodged.

Despite grasping empty air, Brandon wasn’t discouraged. He persisted and directly wrapped his palm around Abigail’s small hand, leaning in to whisper in her ear, "Grandfather can’t get agitated right now."

Abigail, who was about to shake off Brandon’s hand again, paused and gave him a cold glance but didn’t struggle anymore, allowing the man to hold her hand all the way.

Returning to the main house, the old man started coughing. Abigail quickly let go of Brandon’s hand to help calm him down.

Grayson Piers waved his hand, "I’m fine, don’t worry."

After saying that, the old man restrained his urge to continue coughing and pointed at Brandon, "Rest well. This family still depends on you."

"I know," Brandon replied softly, feeling especially depressed as he noticed his grandfather’s palpable exhaustion, a stark contrast to his former vitality.

"As long as you know. And be nicer to Abigail," leaving this remark, Grayson Piers let Housekeeper Piers help him to his room to rest.

Aunt Claudia and the others went to take care of Teddy, leaving only Abigail and Brandon in the living room.

Facing each other, Brandon stretched out his hands, "Come here."

Abigail glanced at Brandon’s gesture for a hug, gave him a sideways look, snorted, and headed upstairs. But before she could reach the stairs, the person behind her suddenly reached out, pulled her into his arms with his long arms, and held her tightly.

"Let go of me!" Abigail growled angrily, but instead of releasing her, Brandon held her even tighter.

Abigail struggled, her beautiful face flushed with anger, "Brandon Piers, you’re going too far."

"Shh, do you want to bring Grandfather and the others out here?" Brandon whispered deliberately close to Abigail’s ear.

Abigail glared at him, "You think I don’t dare?"

"I certainly believe you do, but did you notice? After Grandfather and Uncle Piers went into the room, everyone else disappeared too." Brandon softly reminded Abigail.

Upon hearing this, Abigail instinctively glanced around the living room. Sure enough, during this short moment, there wasn’t a single other soul in the living room. Realizing this, she felt both embarrassed and annoyed, glaring even more fiercely at Brandon.

But this fierce look didn’t deter Brandon at all. Instead, to him, Abigail looked like an angry little kitten in his arms, making her seem adorably fierce. He simply lifted her up horizontally and carried her upstairs.

Abigail, suddenly lifted into the air, gasped and then shut her mouth. She knew that even though the living room looked empty, there were likely still many eyes watching them. So, she suppressed her anger and let Brandon carry her back to their room.

Brandon, thinking Abigail had given in, smiled even more. But as soon as the bedroom door closed, his body suddenly stiffened. Abigail slid out of his arms, looked at him with a half-smile, half-sneer.

Feeling a chill on his scalp, the once smug Brandon now warily watched Abigail, "Abigail, I was wrong."

"Now you realize you were wrong? Too late!" Abigail snapped. Thinking about the recent worries, anxieties, and even despair, the more she looked at Brandon, the more annoyed she felt.

"Then how do you want to punish me? I’ll accept it," Brandon, knowing Abigail was aggrieved, spoke softly, his tone almost coaxing.

Abigail’s heart faltered, almost losing her grip. She quickly put on her earlier expression, keeping a cold face, "I’ve been staying at Moon Lake Manor these days for Grandfather’s sake. Now that you’re back, I should leave."

This time, Brandon really panicked, "Abigail, listen to me. This time, I didn’t hide it from you on purpose. The situation was too complicated. I couldn’t guarantee the outcome, so I didn’t dare tell you. Now that everything is settled, please don’t be angry, okay?"

"Didn’t dare guarantee the outcome, so you didn’t tell me? Did you think about what would happen if it was the worst outcome? What about Teddy? What about Grandfather? Brandon Piers, you’re always so self-righteous, thinking transferring all the assets to me is good for me? Do you know what I want?" Abigail tried hard to control her emotions but eventually couldn’t hold back and shouted out loud.

That day in Gills City, she was not far from the port, heard the explosion, and saw police cars and ambulances pass by, not knowing that Brandon was on one of those vehicles.

And there was Officer Ben. Thinking about his bloody arm, she couldn’t help but wonder what she would have done if Brandon had been in the same situation. Could she have stayed calm and performed surgery on him? If not, what would have happened to his arm?

Even more, if it weren’t for Officer Ben’s quick reaction, what if the people at the scene had died? What if Brandon was one of them...

The more Abigail thought about it, the more her heart ached, making it hard for her to breathe.

Brandon had rarely seen Abigail lose control like this. Feeling heartbroken, he slowly regained his muscle control and moved forward to hug the agitated Abigail, "Abigail, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry..."

"I don’t want to hear ’sorry,’" Abigail’s anger had somewhat diminished due to her outburst, but her tone now carried a hint of grievance, making Brandon even more heartbroken. He tightened his arms around her, hearing her soft, kitten-like voice of grievance, "It hurts."

Brandon then realized and loosened his hold a bit, but still kept her in his arms, resting his chin on her head and gently rubbing it, "I was wrong this time. It won’t happen again."

Abigail snorted, clearly not believing him.

Brandon grew anxious, "I’m serious. This time, we’ve almost completely eradicated the cancer within the Piers corporation. I will retake control of Piers, implement major reforms, and completely break ties with the past. You and Teddy won’t be in danger anymore."

"Humph," While caring for Teddy and Grandfather during Brandon’s appeal period, Abigail hadn’t been idle. She had long known about Daniel Piers and Oliver Piers serving their sentences and the details of their attempts to control the Asian black market. She understood Brandon’s motives and considerations back then.

But understanding was one thing, not being angry was another.

Brandon lifted the little one in his arms, placed her on the sofa, and touched her face, "Why have you lost weight again? Holding you feels poky."

Abigail glared at Brandon, angry.

Seeing the liveliness in her face, Brandon couldn’t help but lower his head and capture Abigail’s soft lips.

So sweet, so soft. From the first time Brandon saw Abigail, he had wanted to do this.

Abigail hadn’t expected him to kiss her while she was still angry, feeling both ashamed and furious. She bit him hard, causing Brandon to let out a pained grunt but not release her lips. Instead, the pain made him want to deepen the kiss even more.

Though her mind resisted, her body honestly softened in Brandon’s arms, much to her chagrin. Abigail’s watery eyes stayed locked on Brandon.

Feeling flustered under her gaze, Brandon reluctantly released her, realizing that his little one wouldn’t be easily coaxed this time.

Fortunately, he had plenty of time ahead.