Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 487 - Youre so concerned about how she died
Chapter 487: Chapter 487: You’re so concerned about how she died, are you her?
Chapter 487: Chapter 487: You’re so concerned about how she died, are you her?
Jeffrey Foster obviously didn’t expect Abigail Green to ask that question, it caught him off guard.
He didn’t even have time to conceal his true emotions.
Abigail clearly saw surprise, pain, and deep struggle in his eyes, making her wonder for a moment if she had been too abrupt.
But then, her gaze became sharper as she looked at the person in front of her, trying to see something from his reaction.
Unfortunately, Jeffrey had already hidden the series of emotions he had displayed earlier. Instead, he looked at Abigail and said, “Are you her? Since you care so much about how she died?”
“Dean, that’s quite a joke. I thought we made it very clear last time.” Abigail smiled at Jeffrey, directly denying it.
“Well, you might want to consider the research lab.” Jeffrey looked at Abigail’s face, trying to discern something from her subtle expressions, but the morning sunlight shone directly on Abigail’s face, wrapping her in brilliant light, making it hard to see her expression clearly.
She looked more and more like Abigail.
“Okay, I’ll consider it.” Abigail nodded. If she wanted to investigate, entering Jeffrey Foster’s lab herself was the most direct way.
Jeffrey didn’t expect Abigail Green to agree so easily, a bit surprised. He had thought he would have to put in more effort, but the surprise was only momentary, and he quickly returned to his usual calm and elegant demeanor. “I look forward to your answer.”
Abigail didn’t respond and turned to look at the boys and girls playing by Moon Lake.
Although she spent every day with these children, Abigail could still clearly feel that she was different from them.
Seemingly youthful on the outside, but with a mature soul inside.
Just like the twisted and winding scar on her abdomen, the mark growth had left on her that would never go away. She was no longer a young girl.
The two sat by the shore, watching everyone play. Brandon Piers, who had just finished working in the study, casually turned on the surveillance camera, only to see the man sitting next to Abigail. His face turned grim instantly, but before he could vent his anger, Pullan intervened, and Old Mr. Smith who had just arrived exploded first.
“Why is he here? Who let him in?” Church Smith pointed his cane at Jeffrey Foster, fuming, especially when he saw Abigail sitting with him. His fury reached its peak.
Jeffrey’s expression didn’t change much in the face of the old man’s agitation. Instead, he walked forward respectfully and said, “Grandpa Smith.”
“Who is your grandpa? I don’t want to see you. Get out, get out, get out!” The old man, like an enraged fighting rooster, raised his cane and struck Jeffrey.
“Grandpa!” Abigail exclaimed.
Seeing this, the nearby Han Mama also hurriedly shouted for Jeffrey to dodge, but Jeffrey seemed not to hear. Instead of dodging, he stepped forward and took the hit solidly.
Church Smith didn’t expect Jeffrey not to dodge and took a hit instead. He glared at him angrily. “What? Trying to pull a sympathy trick? No way!”
“Grandpa Smith, I know you are hurting. Abigail’s death hit you hard, but my pain is no less than yours. If I could, I would rather have died in her place.” Jeffrey spoke to the old man with deep sorrow. His usually gentle and refined face was full of pain and self-blame, making people feel for him.
Abigail stared at Jeffrey in a daze, unable to tell truth from falsehood for a moment.
Seeing Jeffrey’s sincere stance, the old man’s heart softened a bit, but the corner of his eye caught Abigail’s reaction, and his face became even darker. “Is that so? Then why didn’t you die instead!”
So the old man fiercely swung his cane again. He wanted to tear off this hypocrite’s mask and let Abigail see the truth, instead of being deceived by his fake deep affection.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Old Mr. Smith used all his strength in these three strikes, showing no mercy. Jeffrey took all three strikes without a groan, but his suddenly pale face revealed his pain.
“Grandpa Smith.” Seeing the old man about to strike again, Abigail stepped forward to stop him. “Don’t hit him anymore.”
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“What? You feel sorry for him?” The old man looked at his granddaughter angrily.
“The students are playing there. If we continue, they will hear us. I rarely get guests over, please don’t ruin it for me.” Abigail said softly to the old man.
Old Mr. Smith glanced at Jeffrey’s pale face and still felt annoyed. “Hmph, you are lucky!”
“Thank you, Miss Green. I’m fine. If it can ease Grandpa Smith’s anger, he can hit me as many times as he wants.” Jeffrey thanked Abigail lightly, then looked at the old man again.
The old man almost erupted again. Was this some sympathy trick he got addicted to? Couldn’t he see his granddaughter was starting to protect him?
Ah, he wanted to beat him to death!
“Pullan, take Mr. Foster to rest.” Seeing the old man raise his cane again, Abigail immediately ordered Pullan.
Seeing this and ignoring everything, Pullan pointedly made a gesture of invitation to Jeffrey Foster. “Dean Foster, this way, please.”
Jeffrey didn’t move. He came here today knowing old Mr. Smith would be here, so he shamelessly came along to earn his forgiveness.
Seeing this, Abigail glanced at the students already looking their way and said with a low, displeased voice, “Mr. Foster, are you planning to ruin everyone’s fun?”
The displeasure in Abigail’s gaze pierced Jeffrey’s heart, causing a strange pain. After a good while, he bowed deeply to Abigail. “I apologize. I’ve been rude.”
“Pullan.” Seeing Jeffrey like this, Abigail felt indescribably uncomfortable and called Pullan through gritted teeth.
Again, Pullan made a gesture of invitation to Jeffrey.
This time, Jeffrey didn’t refuse. He took a deep look at Abigail and then turned away.
For a split second, Abigail felt that Jeffrey could see through her soul. She pursed her lips and looked toward him, only to see the usually elegant man’s figure carrying boundless loneliness and an indescribable aura of desolation.
It was an emotion she had never seen in her senior brother.
Bang!
“Ouch…” While Abigail was caught in her own thoughts, her calf was struck hard by a cane. She groaned in pain and looked up to see her grandfather’s angry eyes. “Grandpa…”
“Don’t call me Grandpa. I am not your Grandpa.” The old man was very dissatisfied with Abigail’s reaction.
Abigail snapped back and flirtatiously moved closer to Church Smith. “Then I should call you Master. Master, calm down. What do you want to eat later? I will grill it for you, okay?”
“My teeth are bad, I can’t eat.” The old man huffed, turning his head away from Abigail.
Abigail laughed. “Then I’ll grill it until it’s tender for you?”
“What’s the point of eating that?” The old man was even more displeased after hearing that.
After listening, Abigail feigned annoyance, “Then will you eat or not?”
“If you stay away from that boy, I’ll eat.” He whispered to Abigail.
Abigail was still considering the research lab, so naturally, she couldn’t agree with her grandpa. With a smile, she responded, “We’ll see about that depending on your behavior.”
“You… such an ungrateful child!”
