Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 275 - : Abigail’s Breakfast

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Chapter 275: Chapter 275: Abigail’s Breakfast

“Alright, go on.”

“Dr. Foster wanted to do another check-up on you. He said he has a plan he wants you to consider,” Kelvin replied thoughtfully.

“No need.”

“Got it.” As Brandon Piers’ trusted aide, Kelvin had learned the truth after the surgery. He had been handling the hospital records, but he still didn’t understand how the second young master got better. Even though it was said that Abigail had closed his chest, closing the chest and performing surgery were entirely different.

And the second young master never mentioned who actually performed the surgery.

Kelvin had suspected Abigail, but that seemed too unbelievable.

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“Handle everything else as you see fit and let me rest well.” It was a dismissive tone.

Kelvin thought to himself: “Haven’t you rested long enough?”

“Go ahead,” Brandon waved his hand, his gaze still fixed on the plaza below.

Kelvin didn’t move.

Brandon asked, confused, “Hmm?”

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“Miss Sophia Patel wants to see you. She has asked several times,” Kelvin said reluctantly. He hadn’t wanted to mention it, but he had no choice being pestered, and the other party had nearly lost her life for the second young master this time, so he had to bring it up.

Brandon asked curiously, “Is the compensation not satisfactory?”

Kelvin was stunned by this question. He then gave the second young master a deep look. “Miss Locke heard the news and is very worried about you.”

“Oh, thank her for me,” Brandon said, waving his hand impatiently.

At this time, the old master had finished his morning exercise and called Brandon to breakfast.

Kelvin left discreetly, sighing silently to himself. The second young master had unusual tastes, but one couldn’t blame him.

After all, even when Miss Locke’s intentions were so obvious, he couldn’t feel it.

No wonder he had been lifelong single for twenty-five years and ended up being tied down by a chubby girl with a child. It was fate!

Completely unaware that he was being tsukkomi’ed again, Brandon strolled to the dining room, where the old master and Abigail were already seated at the table.

Since the engagement ceremony, the old master had made Abigail eat at the main table.

But today was different.

Abigail glanced at the intricately arranged breakfast on the table, then looked at her own meal. She looked puzzled, glancing at Brandon and then at the old master.

Due to his recovery, Brandon had many dietary restrictions. She, being in the breastfeeding period, ate lightly, but the old master also preferred lighter food. Additionally, Kelly’s postpartum period had ended over six months ago, and her breast milk quality had significantly reduced. Most of Teddy’s feeding was done by Abigail. The old master always worried that Teddy didn’t have enough to eat and constantly added meals for her.

But today, not only was the food different, the quantity was less than half of usual.

“Oh, it’s a weight-loss plan,” Brandon looked at his food, then at Abigail’s reaction, and replied calmly.

Before Abigail could speak, the old master got angry first. “Nonsense! Abigail is breastfeeding now. How can she be on a diet? That amount is not enough! Abigail, don’t listen to him. Eat Grandpa’s food.”

As he spoke, the old master pushed his meal toward Abigail.

“Hold on!” Brandon gave the old master a disdainful look. “It was her own decision to lose weight. I’m just helping her manage it more scientifically and reasonably. This is only a part of her meal. There will be another serving at ten. Don’t worry, your great-grandson won’t go hungry.”

After finishing, Brandon pushed the food that the old master had placed in front of Abigail back. Then he looked at Abigail, “I’ve already calculated your daily intake of calories and fat. Relax.”

Abigail looked at the food in front of her: a boiled egg, a cup of low-fat milk, ten apple slices, a chicken wing, and three spinach leaves. Well, it was a balanced mix of meat and vegetables.

Fine.

When she got Brandon’s weight-loss plan, she should have expected this man’s resolve. She smiled at the old master, “Grandpa, it was my own request.”

“But…”

“Don’t worry, Teddy won’t go hungry,” Abigail smiled.

Brandon gave the old master a sidelong glance. “If breast milk isn’t enough, Teddy can have formula. Besides, while breast milk is good for the baby, it also absorbs nutrients from the mother.”

The old master scoffed lightly. Well, he really was protective, wasn’t he?