Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 553 I Don’t Want to Lose You for the Second Time

Chapter 553: Chapter 553 I Don’t Want to Lose You for the Second Time

Kelvin waited for a long time without getting a response from Brandon, feeling a bit puzzled. Could it really be true?

This would be too incredible, but if you think carefully about the insignificant young lady from the Green family in Southern Town at the beginning, and look at the present Mrs. Piers, the difference between the two was indeed enormous.

"Have you found any information on the flights yet?" Brandon did not directly answer Kelvin’s question and instead inquired about the flights.

Kelvin shook his head. "Romeo has used ROSE to check all flights after 5:10 p.m. The latest technology finds no trace of Mrs. Piers or Dr. Foster. The investigation is ongoing, including domestic flights."

Brandon fell silent after hearing the news. Given the current situation, Jeffrey should have started planning everything a month ago, making it naturally impossible to find him easily.

It was equally unlikely he’d stay within the country.

Considering today’s events, the Foster family was finished. His ambitious Uncle’s hopes of profiting from the competition were dashed. He might get into serious trouble, escaping unscathed would be a problem, and Jeffrey would not be spared.

Under these circumstances, Jeffrey had become a sworn enemy of both the Foster family and his Uncle, adding Brandon to the mix. In the country, Jeffrey would be torn apart.

He wouldn’t be foolish enough to stay.

The priority now was to find out where they had gone.

Knowing the destination would make finding them much easier.

But where could they have gone?

"Keep investigating, also check Abigail..." Brandon paused as he mentioned Abigail, "Investigate everything about Dr. Smith’s life, from trivial daily details to award speeches."

Kelvin was momentarily stunned. Investigate Dr. Smith?

Why investigate Dr. Smith?

He thought again of Sophie’s odd theory about reincarnation. Could it be...

Fear gripped him as he considered it further.

"Also..." though reluctant to bring it up, he had to, "probe further into the Fosters, and look for overlapping points in the timelines to see if there’s anything suspicious."

"Understood." Kelvin hurriedly set off to carry out the orders. He knew it wasn’t Mrs. Piers’ fault, but he couldn’t help feeling sorry for Brandon.

If they had truly run away together, who knew what rumors would spread.

After Kelvin left, Brandon dialed Luke Scout. "How’s the investigation going on your end?"

"Illegal gambling is undeniable, and the sums involved constitute economic crime. Whether there was involvement in manipulating competition outcomes will depend on the drug test results in three days. If confirmed, the Foster family is completely ruined. As for your Uncle’s involvement, that’ll need evidential support. The impact on the Piers family is inevitable once news breaks out. Be mentally prepared." Luke updated Brandon on the situation.

"I see. Any news on Abigail?" Brandon was solely focused on finding Abigail, not concerning himself with the Fosters, his Uncle, or the Piers family’s fate.

Luke remembered Brandon’s frantic state last time when he thought Abigail had fallen into River Gills. Recently, more media captured his desperate hand-digging at an explosion site. Luke thought Brandon was in denial about Abigail’s potential death and sighed, "Second Boss, you need to be prepared."

With the DNA results due tomorrow, he hoped Brandon was ready.

"That woman isn’t her. I am sure of it." Brandon knew what Luke was implying.

"All right, I’ll have the police keep an eye out." Luke didn’t want to argue further, feeling it pointless. Brandon would have to face reality once results came out.

Brandon made a sound of acknowledgment and silently hung up the phone.

...

R Nation.

The elegant, handsome man looked at the still unconscious woman on the recliner and turned to the elder, "Is it done?"

The white-haired, bearded old man nodded, speaking in fluent English, "The young lady’s willpower is exceptionally strong, and she has dual life memories. Complete transformation is impossible, so we could only erase part of her recent memories."

"I understand, thank you. This will suffice." Jeffrey bowed respectfully to the elder.

"Foster, is it truly worth it? Staying here, you’d achieve much greater success. Your medical talents are unparalleled." Matsumoto expressed his regret.

"No. For over twenty years, I’ve strived to prove my worth, neglecting many things. Now, I want only to live my life with her." Jeffrey refused without hesitation.

Though Matsumoto was reluctant, he nodded, "I respect your choice."

"Thank you." Jeffrey, watching her on the recliner, felt a surge of emotions. Leaning closer to the still-sleeping woman, he murmured, "Abigail, forgive my selfishness. I’ve lost you once and can’t bear to lose you a second time."

He still remembered their first meeting when she was sixteen. Her youthful yet stubborn face carried an unusual pride and confidence. He knew then she was different.

And she was.

The sixteen-year-old showed resilience uncommon among adults. After Old Mr. Smith broke her leg, she persisted, climbing from Yale to Cleveland, eventually becoming the country’s most renowned cardiac surgeon.

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No matter where she was, she stood out. Knowing she loved him wasn’t difficult. Her pure eyes couldn’t hide her kindness or her affection.

But he wasn’t worthy of her.

His heart was filled with bitterness and resentment since the moment he was taken back to the Foster family. Old Mr. Smith, despite his harsh demeanor, had a keen eye and thus refused to take him as an apprentice.

But Abigail was different. She never looked at him any differently from the start.

Her love was sincere and genuine, like a lighthouse in his troubled life. Yet, he was almost lured by fame, hesitating when the Foster family extended an olive branch after his rise to fame.

This hesitation led to Abigail’s demise.

Even now, thinking of the despair he felt when he reached the operating room to find Abigail’s cold body, he struggled to breathe. Fortunately, fate favored him. "Abigail, I won’t lose you this time."

He wouldn’t let her have the chance to fall for anyone else.

Each time he thought of Abigail’s reincarnation and her love for Brandon, a wave of jealousy overwhelmed him.

He didn’t know how much strength it took to maintain a calm facade while watching them hold hands, embrace, kiss. He constantly imagined what they did out of his sight.

Luckily, this torment had finally ended.

Knock knock knock...

"Come in." Jeffrey glanced at the still-sleeping woman and spoke softly.

The sliding door opened, and a middle-aged man entered, "Third Master, everything is ready for departure."

"Good." Jeffrey stood and looked at Abigail. "Abigail, I’m taking you home. Our home."