Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 386 - : Is She Abigail Green, Also Known as Little Butterfly?
Chapter 386: Chapter 386: Is She Abigail Green, Also Known as Little Butterfly?
Hughes hesitated for a moment, but still opened the email. Then, his young face showed shock, and he unconsciously squeezed the milk tea in his hand until it burst. “How is this possible?”
He stared at the computer for a while and couldn’t help but type on the keyboard. “Who are you?”
Why did they say they were Little Butterfly!
Wasn’t Little Butterfly Ruby Green?
Abigail didn’t expect to receive a reply so soon. She thought for a moment, wondering if the other party had sent the email by mistake or if someone else had taken over the email account, then hesitated and typed, “I am the owner of the email.”
“Ruby Green?” Hughes tentatively typed these three words, feeling strange as he thought that Ruby Green should be heading to the airport by now. He had already changed her passport information; she should be able to board the plane smoothly.
Abigail was stunned. She didn’t expect the other party to know Ruby Green and mistake her for Ruby Green. Feeling somewhat displeased, she replied, “I am Abigail Green. If you are not the owner of this email account, I apologize for disturbing you.”
Abigail then stuffed the old phone into her bag, losing interest in checking it again.
Although she didn’t understand why the other party thought she was Ruby Green, she guessed that anyone familiar with Ruby Green couldn’t be a good person.
On the other end of the email, Hughes stared at the three words on the screen for a long time, unable to process. Abigail Green? Which Abigail Green?
No, how could this email belong to Abigail Green? This was clearly Little Butterfly’s!
He had traced the IP address years ago. Little Butterfly’s QQ and email IP were located at Green’s Mansion, and Ruby Green had said she was Little Butterfly. They had communicated via QQ for a year until they switched to other methods.
But now, the person on the other end claimed to be Abigail Green, the owner of the email. What was going on?
For the first time, Hughes felt like his brain couldn’t keep up.
He nervously continued typing. “Are you Abigail Green and also Little Butterfly?”
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But there was no more response.
Hughes felt every second passing. Suddenly, his computer screen went black. His dazed mind immediately cleared. He quickly put on a baseball cap and left the internet café through a route he had scouted out earlier.
He had just left when a few people burst into the café.
Hughes held his phone, his face pale as he recalled what he had done at the last moment. He quickly sent an email to Little Butterfly, but no matter how he tried to contact her, there was no response.
It felt like that year when he suddenly lost contact with her. Hughes began to panic.
He tried calling Gordon, but the phone was turned off.
Hughes realized that Gordon might have already started acting. Remembering that Abigail Green might actually be Little Butterfly, he trembled uncontrollably and frantically continued dialing.
At that moment, a taxi stopped. He jumped in immediately. “To Piers International Hospital, quickly!”
The driver, not knowing what illness the passenger had, was startled and quickly accelerated towards the international hospital.
Not checking her phone anymore, Abigail looked up and found their route was wrong. She asked curiously, “Pullan, aren’t we going to Sincere?”
“Oh, madam, we’re going to the international hospital.” Pullan replied formally.
“Changed the hospital?” Abigail murmured softly but didn’t mind.
Pullan was glad he sat in the front passenger seat, not facing the madam. He replied in his normal tone, “Yes, the second master thinks the international hospital is more suitable for you.”
Abigail shrugged. It was just a re-examination. It didn’t matter where it was. Let it be the international hospital then.
Seeing this, Pullan breathed a sigh of relief.
The second master had booked an appointment for the madam at a private international hospital under Piers.
This private hospital in Gills City wasn’t inferior to Sincere Hospital. In fact, its international high-end route made its environment and service more comfortable and attentive compared to Sincere.
The experts in other fields were also very reputable.
The only major advantage Sincere had over the international hospital was its cardiovascular department.
Specifically, Abigail and Jeffrey Foster.
Both graduated from Yale and went to Cleveland for an internship together. Their medical skills were exceptional.
Especially Abigail; since joining Sincere, she had never failed in three years, becoming a legend in the cardiovascular department and boosting Sincere’s fame.
From a former tenth place, it had risen to the top cardiovascular department in the country.
Because of this, other hospitals in Gills City always seemed a bit lacking compared to Sincere.
However, Piers had investments in Sincere, so there wasn’t much competition. Previously, the madam also did her prenatal check-ups at Sincere. The sudden hospital change wasn’t due to the international hospital being better or more comfortable but due to the second master’s jealousy.
This was something Pullan had secretly discovered. The second master had once respected Dr. Foster very much, but after the madam showed unusual emotions towards him several times, the second master began displeasing Dean Foster.
The change of re-examination hospital was to avoid the madam meeting Dean Foster at Sincere.
Of course, Pullan couldn’t possibly explain this to the madam.
Abigail didn’t think as much as Pullan. Seeing the car nearing the international hospital, she suddenly felt impulsive for her earlier actions. She took out her phone again and found several missed calls, all from an unknown number. But before she could return the call, she found her phone had no signal.
Curious, she noticed a message among the missed calls. She opened it and suddenly said to Pullan, “Pullan, turn around.”
Pullan’s body stiffened, and panic filled his heart. It was over. He was doomed.
…
In a black Rolls-Royce.
Brandon Piers wore a gloomy face. “Did you catch the person?”
“Yes, but his emotions are very unstable. He said he must see you immediately.” The person on the other end replied quickly.
“See me?” Brandon frowned.
“Yes, he said the madam is in danger.” The person in charge of the capture, Kennan Max, reported after a brief silence.
Brandon’s face suddenly darkened. He immediately dialed Abigail’s number, but her phone was out of the service area.
Refusing to give up, he dialed Pullan.
Also out of the service area.
He then dialed the driver, Peter. The same automated female voice responded. Brandon’s face looked terrifying. “Take me to the international hospital, immediately.”
“Yes.” The driver in front didn’t dare show any neglect.
The car sped up crazily. Brandon held the phone. “Where are you?”
“On the way to the international hospital.” Kelvin Max looked at Hughes, who was kicked to the ground. “Accelerate. We must intercept before the madam gets harmed.”
Lying on the ground, Hughes was desperate, curled up, unable to stop thinking that Little Butterfly might be Abigail Green, not Ruby Green. How could this be possible?
The person who had been in contact with him was clearly Ruby Green. How could the email owner be Abigail Green? If it was really Abigail Green, then what had he been doing all these years?
Hughes didn’t dare imagine.
Bang!
At this moment, Kennan Max kicked him in the stomach. Hughes broke out in a cold sweat from the pain but didn’t make a sound. His mind was in a trance.
Kennan Max frowned. “Speak. What is your plan?”
“I preemptively hacked into the international hospital’s appointment system and informed Gordon London of the time. He set up a signal jammer on a section of the road leading to the international hospital. Once Abigail Green’s car passes by, it will explode.” Hughes said urgently.
Kennan Max looked at him skeptically. Hughes had answered too quickly, making him doubt such honesty.
