Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 558 Abigail, I finally found you

"Return to the country?" Jeffrey Foster was stunned for a moment. He instantly thought that Abigail Green hadn’t been successfully hypnotized, but he quickly calmed down, looking at her bewildered face, he slightly understood.

With Abigail’s character, she wouldn’t let herself be so confused.

He reached out to hold Abigail’s hand, but she instinctively avoided it. Jeffrey Foster was taken aback, "Abigail, are you still mad at me?"

Abigail was also taken aback. She looked down at her hand, raised her head in confusion, "I’m sorry, brother, I don’t know what’s wrong with me." She paused, then murmured, "Maybe I’m still not used to it."

"I understand. This injury has caused you great harm both physically and mentally. I can understand that. I’ll wait for you, but... Abigail, don’t let me wait too long, okay?"

Jeffrey Foster whispered softly in Abigail’s ear, but his heart was certain. Abigail had liked him for so many years. He once made her fall for him, so he could do it again in the future.

What he needed now was just time.

Abigail nodded. She had loved her brother for so many years. Now that the two of them were married, wasn’t this what she had hoped for countless times before? The resistance just now was probably because she wasn’t used to it yet.

"Our Abigail is so obedient." Jeffrey Foster reached out and touched Abigail’s nose.

This time, Abigail restrained her impulse to dodge. She smiled reluctantly at Jeffrey Foster and then asked about returning to the country.

Only then did Jeffrey Foster seem to remember the main issue.

He didn’t refuse directly but showed her a piece of domestic news, then sighed, "Abigail, it’s not that I don’t want to go back with you to visit Grandpa’s grave; it’s just that I can’t go back for the time being. You’ve just woken up, so I can’t let you go back alone."

Jeffrey Foster deliberately corrected Abigail’s idea of going back to see them to visiting the grave.

Abigail was slightly shocked after reading the report, "Is the Foster family’s situation true? Then you..."

"Although I haven’t been at the Foster’s for years, given my father’s character, if I go back now, it will surely..." Jeffrey Foster didn’t finish his sentence.

But Abigail understood. With such a big incident at the Foster’s, if they wanted to save face, they would certainly find a scapegoat, and Jeffrey Foster, the outstanding illegitimate child, was the best choice.

Looking at the desolation on her brother’s face, Abigail nodded, "Let’s go to the place you mentioned first. It’s not like we won’t return home."

Jeffrey Foster was full of emotion at hearing this, "Thank you, Abigail."

Abigail smiled. She was still in pain. There were many questions in her heart, always feeling like she had forgotten something important, but her body was too tired, and she soon fell asleep again.

Jeffrey Foster looked at the person who closed her eyes and tenderness filled his gaze. He knew, with Abigail’s intelligence, if all her memories were erased; she would certainly rack her brains to find ways to recover them. But erasing Abigail Green’s memory and slightly altering Grandpa Smith’s events, while she would be puzzled in her heart, she wouldn’t delve too deeply because she trusted him.

As for the child, it was no secret that Abigail Green’s body had given birth, so he didn’t erase that part but replaced it with their child, making the gap between them appear more natural.

Besides, compared to reestablishing a complete memory chain, he also wanted to retain that part of Abigail that still loved him deeply.

This was his greed.

"Abigail, I finally found you." Jeffrey Foster looked at the sleeping person and whispered softly.

...

In the country.

After three days of investigation, there was no trace of Jeffrey Foster taking Abigail away.

This made the atmosphere at Moon Lake Manor even more somber.

All the servants lived in constant fear, afraid of provoking the perpetually grim Master Brandon and the two old masters.

Little Teddy still cried hysterically, but after days without seeing his mother, he threw fewer and fewer tantrums as the days passed.

A six-month-old child would cry the hardest when they couldn’t find their mother, but they also forgot the quickest.

Brandon Piers now took time every day to accompany Teddy, replacing Abigail’s role, feeding the little guy, changing diapers, and doing massages. His actions went from clumsy to skillful, always mentioning "Mommy" to Teddy, hoping the little baby wouldn’t forget her.

Not forgetting meant not accepting.

Brandon Piers didn’t want Teddy to accept the disappearance of his mother.

But everyone knew clearly that if Abigail Green was not found, it was only a matter of time before Teddy forgot her.

This made Brandon feel dejected, as if he was being fried over the fire every day.

But all the evidence pointed to those two corpses being Abigail Green and Jeffrey Foster. Even Foster claimed the corpses, but only Brandon refused to acknowledge it. He insisted that the female corpse remained in the police station’s morgue.

Until Lincoln Green received a notice and rushed to Swallow City.

After the blows from the Taylor mother and daughter, plus coronary heart disease and stroke, Lincoln Green, although mobile, was much less spirited and cared little about external affairs.

Receiving the news regarding the body, he was dazed, unable to process this reality. Hurrying to Swallow City, seeing the disfigured corpse of ’Abigail,’ he nearly fainted.

He always thought Abigail was living well in Swallow City.

Though he knew this daughter might have changed deeply, after everything, Lincoln Green’s greatest wish now was for Abigail to be happy. If he died, he could face his wife in the afterlife with a clear conscience.

But now, the Abigail he thought was living a happy life had turned into a corpse.

He could never truly accept that his daughter had died in childbirth. Though Abigail said she had no affection for him, before she left, she had arranged his life properly. He didn’t feel the reality of his daughter’s death.

But now it was different. Facing the disfigured corpse before him, he only felt his body turning cold, as if struck on the head.

"How can you say this is my daughter?" Lincoln Green trembled as he questioned the police beside him.

"We have performed a DNA comparison. The deceased is named Abigail Green, from Gills City. We verified, and she is indeed your daughter," the officer in charge replied.

"Her fiancé is right here in Swallow City. Why didn’t you notify him?" In Gills City, everyone said Master Brandon couldn’t fall for a chubby girl. But whether it was dealing with the Taylor mother and daughter or company matters, Master Brandon handled everything concerning Abigail personally. How could he have changed in Swallow City?

"We notified him three times. He insisted she wasn’t Abigail and refused to accept it. There’s nothing more we can do," the officer replied helplessly.

Lincoln Green rushed forward, agitated, "Brandon Piers said she wasn’t Abigail?"

"Master Brandon indeed insisted she wasn’t." The officer in charge frowned. Though he said this, he thought to himself that it was strange for Master Brandon to acknowledge a woman found dead with another man.

"Then she isn’t Abigail. She’s not Abigail." He hadn’t had time to make amends. How could Abigail die just like that?

Lincoln Green kept shaking his head. If Brandon Piers didn’t accept, neither would he!

"You... By doing this, the deceased cannot rest in peace."

Lincoln Green ignored him, continuing to shake his head. His daughter wouldn’t die like this.