Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 814: Sorry for Letting You Grow Up Alone

Abigail had prepared herself to be treated as a scammer or a lunatic, but what she never expected was that Hayden Bell would not only refrain from questioning her but also speak to her in a gentle and soft voice, apologizing for letting her grow up so alone.

Having been through so much, Abigail considered herself to have a strong heart and a high threshold for tears, but against all odds, upon hearing Hayden’s words, her eyes instantly reddened, and tears uncontrollably began to roll down her cheeks in large drops.

Hayden was taken aback, but having no experience in comforting a girl, the tall and handsome man stood there, at a loss, "I’m sorry, did I say something wrong, I... please don’t cry..."

"I’m not crying..." Even as the tears continued to fall, she couldn’t help but retort. Abigail felt ashamed to cry in front of Hayden, especially as she was older than him in actual years. Though she appeared to be in her twenties, she was a little older than the present Hayden, and losing control of her emotions made her feel embarrassed.

Seeing the person in front of him cry into a tearful figure yet refusing to admit it was both heart-wrenching and amusing to Hayden. He took a clean handkerchief and carefully dabbed the tears from Abigail’s cheeks, going along with her assertion, "Right, you’re not crying."

This comment made Abigail feel embarrassed, and as she took the handkerchief from Hayden’s hand, she awkwardly wiped her tears before asking in a hoarse voice, "Aren’t you afraid I might be a scammer?"

"Are you?" Hayden looked at her and asked, actually hoping that she would be a scammer.

Abigail thought to herself how this man was not playing by the rules, but still, her head couldn’t help but shake.

"Even if you are, I don’t have much to be scammed of." Hayden laughed, and once he accepted that the girl in front of him was his daughter, his attitude towards Abigail underwent a significant change. Previously, he thought their resemblance was because she was from the Bell family, but now, knowing it was due to genetics, and that she had a talent for music, likely also inherited from him, but her gentler appearance must have come from Clara Smith.

Thinking of the girl from their last encounter, Hayden’s heart skipped a beat. He had thought their meeting was just a chance encounter, never expecting that it would lead to such deep ties, nor that she would suffer so much because of him. freēwēbnovel.com

His heart clenched, and he couldn’t help but extend his hand to ruffle Abigail’s hair, "You still haven’t told me, what did you do to Tommy? He is the type to hold grudges, and now that we’ve provoked him, I’m afraid we won’t be able to stay in Swallow City any longer."

At this, Hayden thought about how Abigail had mentioned her previous life in M Kingdom, and it was probably not out of her own volition that she left but rather by force.

He knew himself well. He had no aspirations for Hollywood, being content simply creating the music he enjoyed and singing for those who liked to listen.

This was also a major reason for the disagreements with Tommy.

But even though he had been forbearing before, ultimately, a confrontation was inevitable.

Seeing Hayden’s expression, Abigail knew he was probably bracing for the worst, and her face took on a strange expression; for a long time, she didn’t reply to his question.

Hayden looked down at her, "Don’t be scared. Since this matter started because of you, whatever you’ve done, I’ll take responsibility for it."

"That’s not quite it..." When Abigail acted, she only considered the fact that without Tommy out of the way, he might continue to be a threat to Hayden in the future, and she wasn’t sure how long she would stay in this world, so she had taken drastic measures. Now being questioned by Hayden, she was at a loss for how to respond; she was afraid that Hayden would find her too cruel.

If it were Brandon Piers, she wouldn’t have so many misgivings; in fact, he might even help her be more ruthless. Abigail muttered to herself in her heart, beginning to miss that man again.

Seeing Abigail’s hesitation, Hayden guessed what might be going on in her mind, "Abigail, when I said I trust you, it wasn’t just lip service. Since I am your father, you can try to trust me too."

Abigail looked at Hayden and felt more and more that Clara Smith had good taste. Biting her lip, she said, "Actually, you don’t have to worry. If my calculations are correct, he probably won’t be waking up again."

Hayden stiffened, his eyebrows furrowing deeply, "Won’t wake up? You mean he’s dead..."

"She’s not dead, but being in a vegetative state might as well be the same," Abigail blurted out. Hayden Bell might think she’s cruel, but that’s the way it is since he’s her father after all.

Indeed, this revelation shocked Hayden, but seeing the girl’s attitude of resignation, his previously serious expression relaxed. He took a deep breath and tentatively said to her, "So, you’ve helped me again. How should I thank you?"

Abigail thought she’d misheard. She remembered when she had struck back at Ruby Green and her mother, Lincoln Green called her cruel. And now, having used poison to leave that so-called Tommy half dead, not only did Hayden not blame her, but he was asking what kind of thanks she wanted?

For a moment, Abigail felt extremely awkward, looking at the man in front of her who was her father, "You... you don’t think I was too cruel?"

"That was to protect me," Hayden said as he ruffled Abigail’s hair, then pretended to sigh with relief, "It seems we don’t have to run away, let’s get a good night’s sleep."

After speaking, Hayden hurried Abigail to go wash her face and brush her teeth.

Abigail felt like a puppet on strings, washing her face whenever Hayden prepared hot water, and brushing her teeth whenever he squeezed the toothpaste for her. Later, he even fetched a large T-shirt for her to wear as pajamas.

In the end, Hayden spoke with some remorse, "I don’t know what your life was like before, we don’t have a shower here. If you want to take a bath, tomorrow I can find you a hotel."

Abigail responded with an "oh," her mind still struggling to accept the fact that her father had just accepted her.

After saying all that and ready to go to the next room, Hayden suddenly turned back to look at her, "Do you want to call me ’Dad’? I still don’t quite feel the reality of it right now."

Finally snapping back to reality, Abigail looked at Hayden with a complex gaze, "I’m going to sleep, make sure the door is closed properly."

Then she quickly climbed into bed and buried herself under the covers.

Hearing this, Hayden chuckled softly in his pleasing baritone, not only closing the door for Abigail but also turning off the lights.

The night deepened. Lying on a strange bed, smelling the unfamiliar scent of the bedding, Abigail felt everything was both absurd and magical.

She wanted to sleep, yet she remembered that she seemed to have fallen asleep in the car and then woke up here. She wondered if she’d go back if she fell asleep again?

Abigail had thought she was keen to return, but the moment she closed her eyes, she began to feel reluctant. She hadn’t yet ensured that Hayden could avoid disaster, nor had she allowed him to fall in love with Clara Smith earlier. Most importantly... she felt a bit unwilling to leave right after meeting her father.

But if she changed the fates of Hayden and Clara Smith, then would she never meet Brandon Piers?

Or maybe she would meet Brandon, but what if he didn’t like her? And what if she grew up with the identity of Abigail Bell, wouldn’t she and Brandon be cousins, and then they couldn’t be together?

All kinds of strange thoughts swirled in Abigail’s mind, causing her to toss and turn in bed, until the sky was almost bright, and she finally succumbed to sleep.

Upon opening her eyes, the first thing Abigail did was to sit up abruptly and check her surroundings, then she noticed the old and traditional room design, feeling a sense of disappointment but also a secret relief.

With a sigh, Abigail climbed out of bed. It was already bustling outside; she put on the clothes given by Hayden and when she opened the door, she saw Whit and Peacock horsing around in the yard. They whistled when they saw her come out still wearing Hayden’s clothes.

Abigail felt a bit embarrassed, but then she saw Hayden poke his head out from a room, "Abigail’s awake? Go wash up and let’s eat." He then turned to Whit and Peacock, "You two, come help serve the dishes."

After that, he went back into the kitchen.

Whit and the lunatic had already smelled the fragrance of the food, but Hayden Bell forbade them to touch it. Hearing the call to action, they rushed into the kitchen to serve the dishes and then discovered that Hayden not only simmered chicken porridge but also made chicken soup and stir-fried four dishes. For a moment, both of their mouths were slightly agape, "Isn’t this a bit too extravagant?"

Hayden ignored them, simply instructing, "Don’t steal any bites."

The two of them clicked their tongues a few times as they carried the food out, their gaze toward Abigail changing significantly.

After Abigail had quickly freshened up, she met the inquisitive eyes of Whit and Peacock, feeling somewhat uneasy as she touched the clothes and pants belonging to Hayden that she was wearing, "Does it look very strange?"

Both shook their heads. It wasn’t this mismatched outfit that caused such a strong reaction in them. What they found strange was Hayden’s attitude. Last night, they hadn’t seen him treat this little girl so well, but in one night....

Whit and Peacock exchanged a glance, could it be?

Feeling uneasy under their scrutiny, Abigail saw Hayden come out and also noticed what she was wearing, frowning slightly, "I washed your clothes for you, you can change into them once they’re dry. Later, I’ll take you shopping for some new ones."

"Okay." Hayden’s tone was so ordinary that Abigail didn’t sense anything unusual and obediently replied with an ’okay’.

Whit and Peacock slowly turned their gaze towards Hayden, their faces full of disbelief. Last night, after Tommy had an incident and they beat up Ivan Justin, now when things were urgent, Master Bell wasn’t showing any urgency. Not only that, but he also cooked a whole chicken and prepared a soup for a girl he just met, which at best they could understand as extending the hospitality of a landlord, but washing clothes for this young lady, what was that about?

And this girl’s calm demeanor, what was that about? Could it really be as they were thinking? Did these two... ahem, have a thing?

Wasn’t that too fast?

Back when Ernie was trying to win over Master Bell, it took a lot of effort and still, the man did not seem moved. Now this young lady was beautiful, certainly, but so was Ernie, wasn’t she? Besides, in their circle, the one thing that wasn’t scarce was beautiful women.

Hayden met the gaze of Whit and Peacock and explained indifferently, "It’s not what you think."

Then he went on to serve soup and dishes to Abigail, with actions so attentive they seemed frequent.

Last night, Hayden also went to bed late, his mind filled with all kinds of possibilities and drifted off into a blur. He had a very long dream. In the dream, he failed at the music festival, was threatened by Tommy, urged to comply with the company’s arrangements. Discontent with the path they wanted him to take and disdaining the idea of using someone else’s songs, he then faced a series of suppressions and failures, utter despair. He was later forced by the Bell family to flee to M Kingdom, but was schemed against even there. Afterwards, he reunited with Clara Smith, who was like the only bright spot in his bleak life...

Unfortunately, he dragged that light into hell in the end.

He remembered dying in her arms, in so much pain then, his body as if ants were gnawing at it. He had promised Clara to quit for her and their baby, but the pain was too much, and every moment alive felt like a drawn-out torture. He did not want to break his promise, so, in a daze, he grabbed a fruit knife, and as he sliced open his wrist, he saw Clara’s belly move. He didn’t know if that was his hallucination or if the baby was really kicking. Struggling, he wanted to touch her, but he couldn’t lift his wrist, so he could only apologize in his heart over and over, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry..."

When Hayden woke up, he found his cheeks were wet. Then, in panic, he ran to Abigail’s room. Seeing the sleeping girl, the void in his heart seemed to find a place to land when he awoke.

Then he quietly left the room, began to kill the chicken, buy vegetables, and wash clothes for her. Hayden didn’t know how other people treated their daughters, but he was filled with a fervor to treat her well.

To cook for her, wash clothes for her, buy her beautiful clothes, take her to amusement parks...

He had lived until now never thinking about getting married and much less about having children, but in the dream, Abigail’s birth was the biggest motivation for him to live.

What a pity...

Whit and Peacock almost believed Hayden Bell’s explanation, but then they saw him asking Abigail softly after speaking, "Do you like it? If you like it, I’ll make it for you every day."

Isn’t this NOT what they were thinking?

What was even harder for them to adapt to was that this young lady named Abigail Bell nodded her head unabashedly and even said it was delicious after hearing Master Bell’s words.

Next to them, Hayden Bell looked utterly content, making them feel as though he had taken on the persona of a doting father, looking at the girl with a touch of benevolence.

Thinking of the word ’benevolence,’ both of them shuddered.

Lucky break!

After the meal, Hayden Bell sent Whit and Peacock off to scrub pots and wash dishes while he sat beside Abigail and tentatively started asking about her childhood.

Abigail picked and chose what to share, while Hayden Bell listened so intently that he still ended up with tears in his eyes.

Whit and Peacock returned to feel an odd atmosphere, but they had just received a phone call and wasn’t in the mood to ponder over it; only after hesitating, they said, "We’ve just received news that Tommy was declared brain-dead by the hospital."

Hayden Bell was startled, subconsciously glancing at Abigail, "Are you sure about the news?"

"I confirmed it several times," Whit said, restraining the excitement in his voice.

They had thought they were finished, but hadn’t expected the other side to crash first.

"Hayden, what should we do now?" Peacock asked, clearly not at ease; after all, they were still artists from Tommy’s company.

Hayden Bell frowned, he’d been thinking all morning about how to treat his daughter well and hadn’t given a thought to the company’s affairs, but Peacock’s question pulled him back to reality.

Before he had time to think it through, Abigail had already spoken up, "You all should collectively jump ship and go to Flowery Entertainment Film Company, then you can sing while learning acting, trying to transition into dual artists, as film and television will become the main trend in the future."

After Abigail finished speaking, it was unusually quiet around. When she looked up, she saw Whit and Peacock looking at her as if she had lost her mind, as if she were talking about some impossible dream.

However, after a moment of shock, Hayden Bell nodded, "Okay, I’ll listen to you."

Then Whit and Peacock lost it.

How could they not know about Master Bell’s passion for music? How could he so readily agree to any suggestion this girl made, without a second thought? Could it be that he had been given a love potion?

Moreover, that lousy Flowery Entertainment company, they’d heard it had just been established and didn’t even have a single artist, just a born in the purple rich kid’s plaything; who knew if it would fold any day now, and they were being asked to jump to his company and switch to film and television, were they crazy?

Abigail wasn’t crazy though. Although she didn’t pay much attention to the entertainment industry, Flowery Entertainment became too famous later on, having promoted no less than a dozen Best Actors and Best Actresses. Most importantly, living in Swallow City, she was somewhat aware of the red background behind Flowery Entertainment — it wouldn’t get involved with the dirty stuff like Tommy’s stuff. She hoped that Hayden Bell could stay clean in this circle.

In that way, when she left, she could leave with peace of mind.