Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 549: Second Young Master, the person has been cleared out

Chapter 549: Chapter 549: Second Young Master, the person has been cleared out

The incident happened so suddenly that no one was mentally prepared.

And the explosion location, since it was hollow underground, could collapse at any time, endangering the safety of the people below. The rescue work was extremely difficult.

But compared to an explosion at a sports event, the gambling scandal broadcasted on the large screen of the entire venue was truly shocking.

If the explosion only caused partial panic, then turning the sports arena into a money-making tool so blatantly would certainly touch the bottom line of the nation.

Even the higher-ups were alarmed, demanding a thorough investigation by the police.

All competitors who had won places that night were required to undergo drug testing again.

In an instant, the entire Swallow City was on edge.

Because Brandon Piers appeared at the exit of the underground casino, he became another focus of the news.

Many media outlets speculated that Master Brandon was also involved, which might have led to his fiancée’s death.

Various rumors followed.

But Brandon Piers couldn’t hear or care. He just stood at the rescue site like a statue, quietly, still, the previously radiant amber eyes now empty.

At around seven in the evening, the phone at Piers’ Mansion called Brandon Piers’ cell phone, but he seemed to hear nothing, standing there quietly. Due to his status, the police didn’t dare to drive him away. Moreover, seeing this man bereaved of his fiancée so devastated, they couldn’t bring themselves to rush him.

Kennan Max guessed where the call was coming from. Once Master’s phone stopped ringing, he dialed back to the mansion, and the call was instantly picked up by Housekeeper Piers.

"Is that Kennan? Are you with Master Brandon? Is the lady by his side? If she’s there, please ask her to come back quickly. Teddy has been crying all evening for some unknown reason. At first, we could barely console him, but now nothing works. We can’t reach the lady on her phone, and Master isn’t answering his phone. I’m just so worried..." Housekeeper Piers rambled, and Kennan could even hear Teddy crying on the phone.

Such a small child crying so heart-wrenchingly made even the usually wooden and emotionally distant Kennan feel compassion. Especially thinking Teddy might never see his mother again in this lifetime made him feel even worse.

But given the current situation, he couldn’t tell Uncle Piers anything, so he could only suggest they find a way themselves, saying it wasn’t possible to return for now.

Uncle Piers, being a smart man, immediately sensed something was wrong.

Usually, no matter how big the problem, the lady would drop everything and rush home as long as little master needed her. But now, her phone was unreachable, and Master was acting strangely by not answering his phone. Kennan’s ambiguous replies made it clear he had no idea when they would return.

"Kennan, has something happened between the lady and Master Brandon? Did they have a fight? How come grown-ups can’t put their issues aside for the child? Please advise them. If Teddy keeps crying like this, he’ll get sick." The old housekeeper spoke earnestly.

Kennan also wished it were just an ordinary fight between the two, but the issue wasn’t that simple, it was...

"Uncle Piers, I’ll contact you later." Kennan quickly hung up after saying this, fearing that Uncle Piers would ask more questions, forcing him to tell the truth.

Putting away his phone, Kennan didn’t care whether Master could hear him, "The family said Teddy is crying severely. If he keeps on, he might get sick. Maybe you should go back first..."

As he expected, Brandon Piers ignored him completely.

Just then, the rescue team finally cleared the woman’s body. One of them turned and looked at Brandon, "Master Brandon, the bod... she has been cleared. You can say goodbye to her."

Brandon, who had been standing stiffly for over two hours, slowly lifted his head at the rescue worker’s words, staring blankly at him. His eyes were bloodshot, giving off a slightly disturbing look.

The rescuer involuntarily stepped back a bit.

Brandon didn’t move, standing there stiff, his gaze falling on the disfigured corpse. His heart tightened, tightened more, the pain making it hard to breathe. Say goodbye to her?

Goodbye?

Why should he say goodbye to her?

She used to sing to him, "You know just send up a flare, You don’t need to find any other, I stay here with you tonight..."

He hadn’t yet told her that he wanted to spend every night and day with her. Why should he say goodbye?

They had so many things left to do. Why say goodbye?

She promised to make it up to him but hadn’t yet. Why say goodbye?

In what world does it make sense to break a promise? He still owed her. How could he say goodbye?

"Master..." Kennan gently called Master.

Brandon remained unmoved until the rescuers were about to take the body away. Suddenly, the stiff man stepped forward, almost falling due to standing too long, but Kennan caught him in time.

The next moment, Brandon pushed Kennan’s hand aside, rushing up to block the rescuers, "What are you doing? Where are you taking her?"

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, a stark contrast to his usual self.

Without waiting for a reply, he fiercely glared at the one holding Abigail’s body, "Why are you covering her with white cloth? She’s not dead..."

She could come back to life last time; maybe this time she could too!

The rescuer gave Brandon a helpless look. They never expected this famed Piers’ second master to be such an emotional man. This person was blown up to this extent. How could she still be alive?

"Master, please accept our deepest condolences." The rescue team captain sympathetically told Brandon.

This time Brandon didn’t get angry, just looked silently at the body wrapped in white cloth, not daring to ask to take a look.

A few hours ago, he had just seen her vibrant face. Now, he couldn’t bring himself to see a mangled one...

But he feared even more to see the final pain and despair on Abigail’s face.

She died after he broke up with her. Just thinking about it made him want to die in remorse.

He was the world’s most foolish man, receiving the harshest punishment.

"Master, please step aside. We need to take your fiancée back for detailed identification. Please cooperate." The police advised as Brandon stood in front of the stretcher.

Just then, a rescuer shouted from behind, "Hurry, a stretcher, there’s another male body!"

Brandon’s mouth twitched, another one?

Kennan also looked over. It wasn’t long before the rescuers brought out another body, this time a six-foot-tall male. As they lifted it out, a wallet fell from his clothes, from which a half-burnt ID card slid out. Though it was blurred, it was still recognizable, "Jeffrey... Foster?"

The rescuer was startled, "Captain, this ID’s name is Jeffrey Foster. Could it be Dean Foster from cardiology?"

Brandon’s fist clenched tightly, Jeffrey Foster, Jeffrey Foster, again him!