Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 495 - I Dont Want That Little Rascal
Chapter 495: Chapter 495: I Don’t Want That Little Rascal
Chapter 495: Chapter 495: I Don’t Want That Little Rascal
At 5:30 PM, Lena Locke lifted her head in despair. “Sophie, I might really not be suited to study traditional Flowery medicine.”
Sophie didn’t say anything, but her expression already answered for her; she might not be suited for it either.
Old Mr. Smith glanced at the two of them and, for once, didn’t lose his temper. Instead, he patiently looked at them. “Expecting you to memorize the appearance, functions, and effects of a hundred types of medicines in one day is indeed too much. This is your task for next week. I’ll check on you next Saturday.”
The two of them exhaled a sigh of relief. This lenient master still had some humanity left.
Abigail watched from the side with a faint smile on her lips. In her heart, she felt that her grandpa really had softened a bit with age. Back in the day, if she couldn’t memorize everything, she would’ve gotten a beating.
After dinner, Pullan came to pick her up.
Abigail looked at her grandpa. “So… We’re leaving now?”
“Get out, get out, get out!” Old Mr. Smith waved dismissively, looking impatient.
Seeing this, Abigail stepped forward and hugged her grandpa.
Actually, she realized it wasn’t just her grandpa who had softened; she had as well.
In the past, she would leave without a second thought, never looking back. But now, every time she left, looking at her grandpa’s aged face, her heart would ache.
It took almost dying for her to gradually understand the deep love wrapped in her grandpa’s strict exterior.
And for the first time, she saw this stubborn old man make one concession after another for her, giving up his pride bit by bit, accepting Brandon Piers and Teddy, wandering around the manor, and taking on apprentices at the university.
“Grandpa, if you miss Teddy, just ask Pullan to bring you over anytime. Or you could move to Moon Lake Manor.” Abigail hugged her grandpa’s frail body and whispered in his ear.
Old Mr. Smith hadn’t expected Abigail to hug him. In his years of teaching, hugs weren’t a part of it; he thought of them as a foreign habit. He had never even hugged his wife when he was young. When his granddaughter hugged him, his entire body stiffened, his expression a bit dazed. It wasn’t until Abigail whispered in his ear that he came back to his senses, his eyes involuntarily reddening.
But his years of habits made it hard for him to say anything too nice. “Who wants to go to Moon Lake Manor? I don’t care for that little troublemaker.”
“But the little troublemaker misses you. So whenever you’re free, I’ll have Pullan come pick you up.” Abigail smiled and let go of her grandpa, then noticed his reddened eyes. She realized too late what she had understood, but fortunately, life offered second chances.
Hearing Abigail, Old Mr. Smith huffed, not wanting Lena Locke to see Abigail hug him. Lena approached for a hug, pulling Sophie along.
This little commotion quickly turned the slightly sad atmosphere into a happy one.
Watching from the side, Abigail saw her grandpa trying not to laugh, feeling particularly content.
Eventually, the three of them got into Pullan’s car, heading in the direction of the medical university.
Just a minute after Pullan drove away, a black Volvo quietly followed them.
It didn’t get too close, just followed from a distance, maintaining an absolutely safe gap.
Even Pullan didn’t notice anything unusual.
As he dropped off Lena Locke and Sophie, and drove Abigail to Moon Lake Manor, the car stopped, and there was a thud from inside.
Then it fell into dead silence.
…
Abigail was in a great mood when she returned to the manor before seven. She jogged to Teddy and picked him up, giving him a loving nuzzle on his little cheeks.
The little guy was thrilled to see his mom so happy, laughing even louder at her playful antics.
Aunt Claudia laughed and asked, “Did you have a good day learning?”
“It went well, it went well.” Abigail nodded with a smile, though she was actually just a passerby in her mind.
“That’s good. You have such a rare opportunity to apprentice under Old Mr. Smith. Many students dream of this. Make sure to make the most of it,” Aunt Claudia nagged beside her. She had met Old Mr. Smith; despite his bad temper, he seemed to dote on Abigail. As the grandfather of that genius doctor, he surely had some skills.
“I know, don’t worry.” Abigail nodded with a smile.
Little did she know that the moment she nodded, she would freeze, staring at her son in shock, then exclaiming, “Aunt Claudia, Aunt Claudia…”
Claudia was startled by Abigail’s frantic tone, and her voice was loud enough to bring Brandon Piers downstairs, asking, “What happened?”
Abigail excitedly grabbed her son’s arm. “He… he just nodded! He just nodded!”
The others didn’t understand at first, but after her shout, they couldn’t help but laugh. Was it that serious?
Brandon, especially, teased her. “He can nod, and you’re this excited?”
Abigail calmed down and realized everyone in the house was looking at her. Feeling a bit embarrassed, she glanced up and gave Brandon a disdainful look. “What do you know?”
“Not much. Teddy, say ‘daddy.'” Brandon shrugged, then looked at their son.
“Ba-ba-ba…” The little guy looked up at his dad on the stairs, happily calling out, “Ba-ba-ba.”
Abigail was speechless.
Childish!
Yet, every time she was struck by his childish behavior, she helplessly tried again. She held Teddy’s head straight. “C’mon, Teddy, nod at mommy again. Like this, come on, nod.”
“Ba-ba-ba…” The little guy turned his head back to calling “ba-ba-ba,” not nodding at all.
Abigail felt deflated, continuously trying to teach her son. Her head bobbed like a pecking bird’s, but ten minutes passed with no response from her son. Instead, he gleefully reached out his mischievous hands to tug on Abigail’s hair.
Within moments, he had pulled off the little daisy hairpin from her hair and played with it for a moment before happily stuffing it into his mouth.
Abigail was speechless.
“Haha,” Brandon laughed at their chubby son’s blank look. He couldn’t hold back his laughter and pointed at their son on the floor mat. “What now? He might have inherited your IQ.”
Annoyed, Abigail looked up and glared at him. This man was insufferable, always ready to attack. Not only did he imply Teddy was stupid, but he dragged her into it too.
But Brandon’s comment made Abigail worry about her son’s IQ. After glaring at him, she worriedly looked at Teddy, who was determined to chew on the now-drooly hairpin.
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Aunt Claudia couldn’t help but laugh at Abigail’s worried face. “He’s not even six months old. If he can say ‘daddy,’ he’s already ahead of ninety percent of babies. What more do you want? You couldn’t even roll over at his age.”
Abigail seriously looked at Aunt Claudia. “Really?”
“Of course it’s true. You’re studying medicine, remember?” Aunt Claudia shook her head helplessly.
Finally, Abigail’s intelligence kicked in. Of course, as someone who studied medicine, she knew that babies were still in their early developmental stages and couldn’t understand yet.
So what was she doing just now?
Brandon looked at Abigail’s face, questioning life again. He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Idiot.”
Hearing that, Abigail found the culprit that caused her IQ to drop. That nasty man!
