Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 545: Yes, Your Death Wasn’t An Accident

Abigail Green asked this, and suddenly a cold wind blew past, making her shiver.

If this is really the case, then inviting everyone to the lab to watch the surgery, bringing Headmaster Theodore along, and possibly getting injured... it was all his plan.

Who in this world understands her the most? Probably even her grandfather didn’t compare to Jeffrey Foster.

That’s why there was such a scene of asking for help at the Grill Karaoke Bar.

The initial male waiter should have been Duncan Symons’s work, but when he failed, Jeffrey Foster used his own method.

She hadn’t suspected it, but that intimate video that was suddenly exposed broke her doubts. In her understanding, Jeffrey Foster cherished his reputation, so if he really did it, how could he let the video leak out?

Besides, why would he go through so much trouble? To confess his love to her? Abigail didn’t believe it.

Because after she was reborn, she chose Brandon Piers. It shouldn’t be this reason, right?

If he loved her so much, how could he stay indifferent for over ten years in the past life; because of his studies at Yale and her not being obvious about her feelings? What about when she went to Gills City for him, against her grandfather’s wishes?

Did he not feel anything?

And even if he didn’t feel anything, wouldn’t he take the initiative? Just because of his inferiority?

Abigail didn’t believe it.

But then why?

Why did he meticulously drive a wedge between her and Brandon Piers?

"Yes." While Abigail was filled with confusion, Jeffrey Foster nodded to answer her.

Abigail stared blankly at the person before her. So, he admitted to scheming against her?

"Why?" Anger, confusion, and disappointment all converged into one word. Why? Why did he do it?

Jeffrey Foster felt a bit disappointed, but his expression didn’t change much, because he understood that this was not Abigail’s fault. It was him who was too self-righteous, and it was him who had ignored her from the beginning, never giving her a promise. But now it was different.

"Why? Abigail, don’t you understand yet? Because I love you. Because I don’t want to lose you again. Do you know how I’ve been these days without you?" Jeffrey Foster said, his voice hoarse.

When Abigail died, he was in the next operating room. When he heard the news, it was like a thunderclap, and he couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t accept it.

Abigail had been subconsciously denying that Jeffrey Foster did such things out of love for her, but she hadn’t expected the next moment he would say it.

Looking at Jeffrey Foster, Abigail didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t him and didn’t know what her death brought to him.

At this moment, Jeffrey Foster rolled up his sleeve, revealing several hideous scars on his wrist besides the bandaged area injured in the operating room that day.

Abigail’s heart trembled at the sight, staring at him in disbelief.

Jeffrey Foster muttered to himself with self-mockery, "Abigail, did you know? Many nights, I almost ended it all, to go to the other side to be with you. My seemingly glamorous life is actually filthy and deplorable. You were the only light in my life. When you died, my life lost its meaning too, haha..."

At this point, Jeffrey Foster laughed softly, with self-mockery and an unspeakable loneliness.

Abigail listened as if listening to a story. As Dr. Smith, she never knew these things, much less knew that Jeffrey Foster loved her to this extent. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

She felt he probably wasn’t lying, but she just couldn’t empathize.

She couldn’t understand.

When she was alive, he was indifferent. How could she bear such deep affection after her death?

Jeffrey Foster could see through Abigail’s thoughts. He didn’t explain further. Instead, he looked at her seriously, "You were right; your death was no accident."

Abigail’s body trembled slightly, as if she returned to that afternoon of sudden death, her life abruptly ended.

She suspected that her death wasn’t an accident, but she never found solid evidence. Yet, at this moment, Jeffrey Foster frankly told her that her death wasn’t an accident. Abigail’s heart tightened uncontrollably. There was pain, numbness, and a bit of relief.

Anyway, she heard the answer; it gave her some closure.

But why?

She seemed to have too many whys today.

"Was it you?" After a while of silence, Abigail asked softly.

"No, but it was Hearst Foster and the third uncle of the Piers who teamed up." Jeffrey Foster gave a bitter smile. It was essentially no different than if he had done it himself.

Abigail looked at Jeffrey Foster. She knew Hearst, his father. This answer was surprising yet not surprising.

"Abigail, I will avenge you. Please don’t hate me, okay? Ten years, we are the most suitable for each other. Look at Brandon Piers, what’s so good about him? You gave him your heart, but he didn’t even give you a bit of trust. Even when you fell like this, he didn’t even look back..." Jeffrey said, his gaze falling on Abigail’s leg.

For beauty, Abigail wore a long dress under her coat, revealing a thin part of her calf. She didn’t know when it turned red, with blood trickling down her fair skin.

When she came today, she was happy because her weight finally dropped from over 140 pounds to 138. She thought if she tried harder, maybe she could barely match Brandon Piers’s handsome face.

Unfortunately...

Abigail sighed lightly and looked up at Jeffrey Foster, "Senior, there’s no need to sow discord or profess love. Abigail is already dead. I am now Abigail Green. The one I love is Brandon Piers, and the one I want to be with is also him. I have loved you, and I’ve tried to get you back, but see, life isn’t something we can control. I am in another body, became a mother, had new feelings, and so did you."

"No, Abigail, you don’t love him. You are just confused by his appearance. Eleven years, we’ve known each other for eleven years; the feelings between us can’t be replaced by just a few months with him. Abigail, be good and come with me. I will avenge you, and we will have a new life. This time, I will hold your hand tightly, no more fear, no more hesitation, never leaving you alone again. Abigail, come with me..." Jeffrey Foster’s voice carried a bone-chilling seduction, in the underground parking lot at the end of October. It seemed to have a magical power that could penetrate the heart.

Abigail’s heart trembled. In those countless nights living as Dr. Smith, she longed for Jeffrey Foster’s confession, dreaming about their life. And now her wish finally came true; his confession was more alluring than she had ever imagined.

There was a moment when Abigail thought she was still her old self. She had not died, had not been reborn, hadn’t taken over Abigail Green’s life, hadn’t given birth to Teddy, and hadn’t met Brandon Piers.

Nothing had changed. Instead, it was more beautiful. She subconsciously reached out to take Jeffrey Foster’s extended hand...