Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

Chapter 327: Chapter 327: Are you very familiar with Dr. Smith?
 

Abigail’s heart was full of confusion. She had never seen her senior brother like this!

What surprised her even more was that he seemed to be walking toward her.

“Are you very familiar with Abigail? That is, Dr. Smith.” Jeffrey walked closer, ignoring Brandon beside him, and softly asked Abigail.

He feared he might offend her.

Even though he knew it would lead to nothing, and even if the chubby girl was truly close to his junior sister, what difference would it make?

But he couldn’t control himself.

Jeffrey considered himself a rational and restrained person. But at this moment, he just wanted to hear something from this chubby girl’s mouth, as if only that could comfort his desolate heart.

Abigail looked at her senior brother, clearly emotional yet trying hard to restrain himself. She didn’t understand what was happening, but years of habit made her nervous because of his emotions.

“I…” I am her, but how could she say it out loud?

At this moment, Brandon, holding her hand, suddenly squeezed harder.

Abigail was startled and came back to her senses. “Yes, I know Dr. Smith. She has helped me, but we’re not particularly familiar.”

“Really?” Jeffrey suddenly remembered that this wasn’t the first time he had asked Abigail this question. But unlike the last time, this time when he heard her answer, his entire heart felt empty. He always felt like he missed something, but what exactly? He didn’t seem to know.

“Mm.” Abigail responded softly, feeling a sour and painful tightness in her heart. Maybe she really did just die suddenly. The report in the lab doesn’t mean anything.

And also, having more than nine hundred surgeries in three years, it’s not strange to suffer from sudden death either.

“Then her scalpel…”

“Sorry, I can’t give it to you.” This time, before Abigail could answer, Brandon had already refused on her behalf.

Jeffrey looked a bit embarrassed. “I didn’t mean that.”

“That scalpel is really…”

Seeing her senior brother like this, Abigail couldn’t bear it. She wanted to know why Jeffrey spent so much money to buy a set of scalpels, but just as she spoke, Brandon rudely interrupted, “I bought it.”

Abigail, “…” Why didn’t she realize before how annoying this man could be?

So what if he bought it!

Abigail gave Brandon a dissatisfied look, then apologized to Jeffrey, “Sorry, Dr. Foster. I really like that set of scalpels, so I can’t give it to you.”

“No worries. Since Miss Green could win the bid, she must like and cherish it. That’s enough for me.” Jeffrey smiled gently, then bid them farewell.

Abigail watched Jeffrey’s lonely figure, feeling a complex mix of emotions. Suddenly, her nose stung, and she looked angrily at the man beside her. “What are you doing?”

“Going home.”

Brandon threw down those two words and walked straight out without looking back.

Abigail touched her nose, which was pinched painfully, and looked at Brandon’s lonely figure in confusion.

What was wrong with this man again?

Indeed, a man’s heart is as elusive as a needle in the ocean.

Abigail realized the more she got along with the man in front of her, the more she found his moods unpredictable.

Shaking her head, she slowly followed.

“Ah, sorry, sorry!”

Who would have known that at this moment, a waiter carrying drinks accidentally bumped into her, and the red wine and fruit salad on the tray toppled over her long dress.

Abigail frowned and looked down at the stains on the hem of her dress.

She looked up at the panicked waiter.

In front, Brandon had already turned back, his face dark, “How could you be so careless?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I really didn’t do it on purpose…” The waiter, who wasn’t very old, nervously trembled.

“I’ll go to the restroom to clean up.” Abigail glanced at the young boy and said to Brandon.

Brandon frowned, “I’ll go with you.”

“It’s okay. I’ll be back soon.” Abigail shook her head, gave Brandon a reassuring look, and turned towards the restroom.

Just as she entered, the door was locked from the inside.

Abigail casually turned around and saw a furious Ruby, without a trace of surprise on her face.

“Who exactly are you?” Ruby looked at Abigail’s significantly thinned face, now delicate, and asked fiercely.

Abigail was surprised, but her face remained calm, “Who am I? Don’t you already know?”

“No, you’re not her. You can’t be that fat bitch. Who exactly are you?” Ruby stared at Abigail’s face, which hadn’t changed much, yet looked so different.

If a person’s character could change drastically due to a tremendous shock, what about dancing?

The Abigail Green from before couldn’t dance at all. But what was that just now? Her tango was as good as a professional’s. How could it be the girl she knew?

So it was impossible!

“If I’m not that fat bitch, then who do you think I am?” Abigail asked amusingly while wiping her dress with a wet tissue.

“You… Abigail clearly died back then. You’re not her, right? Who exactly are you? How could that idiot know how to dance! So you can’t be her, right?” The more Ruby thought, the more she felt her guess was right. If it was the Abigail Green from before, how could she stand up to her, or put her in such a miserable state? Most importantly, if she was the fat bitch, how could she know how to dance?

She couldn’t be sure about other things, but this point she could guarantee.

Abigail Green could never dance!

“Oh, is that right? Then you’ve guessed correctly. I am not her. Do you want to guess what I am?” Abigail suddenly leaned closer to Ruby, lowered her voice, and whispered into her ear.

“You…” Ruby trembled in fright, retreating.

“Guess if I am a demon from hell, or Hades’ errand ghost. Guess right, and I’ll tell you who I am!” Abigail said slowly.

Ruby shivered uncontrollably. Her already bad leg kept shaking, “You… you…”

“Stupid!” Abigail found her both hateful and laughable, cursed softly, and planned to leave.

But Ruby wouldn’t let her go, “Then tell me, how can you dance? If you tell me, I’ll believe you’re really Abigail Green! Otherwise, I’ll tell Brandon…”

Abigail paused. She didn’t want to bother with this woman, but some people just had to die knowing a bit more, right?

Turning back, she looked at Ruby, who had a trembling left leg but fierce eyes, “Do you think I can’t do what I shouldn’t do? It’s just dancing. Back then, when Lincoln hired a private tutor to come home, you did everything to stop me from learning, just to humiliate me. And you did succeed. Unfortunately, you forgot there’s such a thing as video tutorials. I should thank my teacher from those years.”

Abigail was right. The original owner knew how to dance.

And she danced well.

Not the clumsy idiot Ruby believed couldn’t even get the dance moves right.

The original owner was never stupid. She was just too kind and too timid.