Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 544: Haven’t We Already Reconciled?

Abigail’s mouth was slightly open. She couldn’t believe that the man in front of her would say so nonchalantly, "let’s break up."

Was he taking revenge on her?

Revenge for the day she told him they should break up? Hadn’t they already made up?

Everything was fine just two days ago. What went wrong? Even if she deserved a death sentence, shouldn’t she at least be allowed to explain herself?

Was he really giving up without even giving her a chance to explain?

Abigail’s heart, which had been uncontrollably joyful upon seeing the man for the first time in three days, suddenly felt as if it had been stabbed deeply.

She finally felt the pain of the person hearing the words "break up." She deeply regretted telling Brandon Piers they should break up the last time. He must have been hurt and in great pain then, too.

"Brandon, I know you’re joking. The surgery was really just an accident. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Sophie and the others. I didn’t join the lab. Please don’t be angry, okay? Let’s go home." Abigail held back the suffocating pain. She had been longing for these days and nights, not to break up with him.

Abigail held onto Brandon Piers’ lapel, speaking cautiously, afraid that the man would reject her.

The last time they had fought, didn’t they make up in the end? Fights are something every couple goes through. She wouldn’t give up because of this small setback.

Besides, didn’t Brandon Piers not give up on her last time either?

"Brandon, let’s go home. Teddy is still waiting for us there." Abigail felt despicable for using their child to retain a man, but she couldn’t help it. She didn’t want him to leave.

Those sweet memories were still fresh. The happiness of him holding her tightly hadn’t faded. How could he say "break up" just like that?

Brandon Piers saw Abigail’s face change from joy to sorrow and reluctance. He tried to see any false emotion in her eyes, but her acting was too perfect. Was she staying by his side to continue helping that man?

Or was she reluctant to give up either of them?

Teddy was waiting for them? Was she using their child to threaten him?

A cold smile formed on his thin lips. She even asked him to trust Sophie and the others? It was precisely because he asked that he became more certain. Was she so confident that others would lie for her?

Brandon Piers was very disappointed and flung Abigail’s hand away.

Abigail staggered and nearly fell but still tried to grab Brandon Piers, only to grasp empty air. "Brandon Piers, will you listen to me?"

"If you want Teddy, you can have him." Brandon Piers saw Abigail’s eyes turning red with urgency and dropped this sentence before walking out. Did she really think he would continue to tolerate her for the child’s sake? He couldn’t even guarantee he wouldn’t hate Teddy because of her.

Since that was the case, let them leave together.

He had always had a distant relationship with his parents and probably couldn’t be a good father. Since Teddy couldn’t live without her, let them all go.

Abigail looked at the man in disbelief and finally, in anger. "Brandon Piers, you bastard!"

He didn’t want her anymore, not even Teddy? How could he be so heartless!

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"Yes, I’m a bastard." Brandon Piers felt a tight self-ridicule when he thought of this woman behaving one way in front of him and another way in front of that man. He didn’t want to hear Abigail continue her act of innocence. He dropped this sentence and turned to leave.

He couldn’t stay another moment, especially seeing the anger and sadness on her face, which seemed so real, making him both hate and pity her.

Abigail panicked. Things were yet to be clarified; she couldn’t let him go like this. "Brandon Piers, stop! Listen to me..."

On the way here, Abigail wore a long dress and high heels for beauty, dressing up for him. But now, it had become a stumbling block. Watching him walk quickly away, she hurried to catch up, only to miss a step on the staircase and fall heavily. "Ouch..."

Pain!

"Brandon Piers, wait for me, you bastard... ouch..."

Abigail looked at her twisted foot and, regardless of the pain, forced herself to stand and continue chasing. Suddenly, a car drove up in front of her and blocked her way.

Brandon Piers heard Abigail’s muffled grunt but thought it was just another one of her tricks. After turning a corner, he stopped moving. But after waiting for a long time and seeing no one chasing after him, he frowned. He barely repressed the urge to look back. Where was she? "That damned woman!"

Indeed, saying one thing and doing another.

Brandon Piers was already filled with anger and pain, his rationality gone. Feeling like two little devils were tearing at him between breaking up or not, he heard her seemingly fall, and his heart softened uncontrollably. But where had she gone?

"Hmph." Brandon Piers laughed lightly at himself in self-mockery, angrily walking away from the arena.

Yet in the blind spot where Brandon Piers couldn’t see, Abigail’s eyes widened slightly as a man got out of the car. "Mr. Foster?"

Abigail felt a sudden uneasiness in her heart and instinctively looked for Brandon Piers, but the man was nowhere to be seen.

Jeffrey Foster didn’t respond to Abigail’s call, walking over to her and reaching out to support her.

Abigail recalled that Brandon wanted to break up with her because of this man, and she suspected Brandon’s misunderstandings had something to do with Jeffrey Foster. Her heart welled with strong resistance and even disgust, and she stepped back to avoid his hand.

Jeffrey Foster’s hand was left hanging. He froze in place, staring at his outstretched arm. After a moment, his lips curled into a self-mocking smile. "Abigail, do you hate me that much now?"

Not wanting to be alone with Jeffrey Foster, Abigail struggled to her feet and prepared to leave. Her mind was still occupied with thoughts of Brandon Piers, who had left in anger.

She believed there must be some misunderstanding. As long as there was a misunderstanding, it could be cleared up. Though heartbroken, she was not the type to give up at the slightest obstacle and not someone who could be easily let go of. Even if they parted ways, she wanted it to be clear and certain.

Call her stupid or stubborn, it didn’t matter to her. She loved him and would endure.

But before she could take a step, she heard Jeffrey Foster’s words. Her body stiffened slightly. Her previous suspicions were confirmed. Jeffrey Foster really knew she was Abigail. She bit her lip, still unwilling to admit it.

Yet, as if he had anticipated her reaction, Jeffrey Foster continued, "You don’t have to deny it. I know I’m not wrong. You are Abigail, my junior sister, and the love of my life."

If the last time hearing Jeffrey Foster’s confession, she thought he was drunk or drugged, hearing it from him now only filled her with disgust. She turned back abruptly. "You... you... were pretending to be drunk last time?"

No, it was more than that.

Abigail looked at the man with a scholarly demeanor and handsome features. "You orchestrated last time’s incident, didn’t you?"