Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 590: She feels sorry for Teddy, not for me

Brandon Piers sat on the balcony on the third floor, holding a pair of binoculars in his hand.

Alex looked at him with an expression of helplessness. "Second Young Master, they should be on the first floor."

"Did I say I wanted to see them?" Brandon turned his head and asked irritably.

Alex, "..."

"Did you tell Aunt Claudia?" Brandon asked without turning his head.

"Yes, she wanted to be discharged at the time, but our people stopped her. I told her about your arrangements, and she agreed to stay in the hospital and rest, waiting for the lady." Alex quickly replied.

Brandon nodded and adjusted the binoculars again, but the angle and floor level didn’t allow him to see inside.

Feeling somewhat frustrated, he put down the binoculars. "What do you think they’re doing now?"

Alex, "..." Didn’t you say you weren’t watching them?

"They should be with Teddy." Despite his internal tsukkomi, Alex didn’t dare not answer.

"Oh." Brandon responded sullenly and then remembered what Abigail had said in the church. "What type do you think I am?"

Alex shivered. This was a deadly question. Where was Pullan? Why wasn’t Pullan here?

"You are the perfect type." Alex tried to stay composed, hoping to keep his head.

But the next moment, Brandon became angry. "If I’m so perfect, why doesn’t she like me?"

"The lady was hypnotized and lost her memory. Once she regains her memory, she will like you again." Alex finally understood Pullan’s difficulties.

"So, you’re saying she would only like me because of her memories, not because of my charm?" Brandon became even more displeased.

Alex, "..." Help!

"Of course she can. If she fell in love with you the first time, she can fall in love with you a second time." Alex felt hypocritical after saying that, knowing that the lady was about to marry another man.

However, Brandon seemed a bit more satisfied but didn’t let Alex off the hook. "Whose charm do you think is greater, Teddy’s or mine?"

Alex was speechless.

Why would the dignified Second Young Master Piers be jealous of his son?

Moreover, didn’t he know? If he could match the little master, he wouldn’t be sitting here. He should be in the lady’s arms right now!

No, the lady should be in his arms!

But he didn’t dare say the truth.

Alex. Hypocrite. "Young Master is adorable. How could he compare to you? The lady is just concerned for the child."

After saying this, Alex took a deep breath and mourned for himself.

Brandon became even more melancholic. "Yeah, she cares about Teddy but not about me."

He became even more aggrieved.

Recently, he had been looking for her and had become darker and thinner, not as handsome as before.

Alex wanted to escape. A man in love was terrifying. If the second young master came to his senses and realized what he was asking and saying, would he silence him?

He was in too much trouble.

Alex spent the entire afternoon trembling with fear and finally suggested when Brandon raised the binoculars again, "Why don’t you directly tell the lady the truth?"

"Hmph." Hearing this question, Brandon let out a cold laugh. "Do you think that Foster is an idiot? I bet he confessed to Abigail before we knocked on the door. And with his temperament, he likely told Abigail half-truths or even eighty percent truth. In such a case, Abigail would already lean towards trusting him, making it even harder to believe me."

Moreover, that bastard Jeffrey Foster only erased Abigail’s memories after rebirth. He didn’t touch much of her original memory. In such a case, not to mention Abigail, anyone would trust someone they’ve known for over a decade rather than someone completely unfamiliar in their memory.

So, compared to finding Abigail, now was a tougher battle.

Thinking of this, Brandon took a deep breath. "How’s the communication with Matsumoto going?"

"Director Locke is in contact with him, but you should know that he’s a stubborn old man. It’s not easy to pry him open. And if the lady doesn’t agree, even if we get Matsumoto on our side, it won’t help." Alex was relieved to hear Brandon ask a normal question.

Brandon nodded, the key issue still lay with Abigail.

Just then, Brandon’s phone rang, and it was from the old man at home.

After a glance, Brandon answered, "Grandpa."

"I heard your people found Abigail. Why didn’t you tell me? Where is she? Let me see. Grandpa Smith is here too." Elder Piers asked urgently.

Brandon looked at the two old men on the video and spread his hands. "Don’t even think about it. Abigail doesn’t remember me."

"What?" Elder Piers sat up straight in shock. "That bastard really hypnotized Abigail? What now? She doesn’t recognize you. Does she recognize Teddy? After all, Teddy is her child. She can’t abandon both her man and her child, right?"

Alex stood with his hands crossed, far away. Elder Piers’ words were truly heart-piercing.

Sure enough, Brandon’s face darkened, "If she doesn’t want her man, what does she need the child for?"

"That’s different. A man can be replaced, but a son is a part of herself." Elder Piers completely missed his grandson’s jealousy and resentment.

Brandon became even angrier. What did he mean by a man could be replaced, but a son was a part of herself?

That son was also his flesh and blood.

Did he say anything? Does sending kids away still count?

But could he send himself away?

"Brandon, Brandon... say something!" Elder Piers urged anxiously when his grandson remained silent for a long time.

"Hmph, if Abigail doesn’t want me, do you think you’re still her grandpa? You better pray she never changes men!" Brandon said sinisterly, not even adding "sir."

*Cough, cough, cough...* Elder Piers finally realized he had misspoken and awkwardly handed the phone to Church Smith.

Church Smith had already been waiting impatiently. "Abigail doesn’t remember you all, but she should remember me, right? I’m her real grandpa. I raised her with my own hands; she shouldn’t forget me!"

"You say it as if Abigail lost her memory on her own." Brandon wasn’t in a good mood and had a bad attitude toward anyone. Especially since Abigail should remember the old man, there was jealousy mixed with anger.

"That..." Church Smith was at a loss for words.

"But maybe not. From Abigail’s expression today, she seemed to remember you. But Jeffrey Foster might have told Abigail you were dead." Brandon recalled Abigail’s surprised look when he mentioned the grandpas earlier. He suddenly stood up. "Don’t hang up, I’ll go find Abigail and tell her you miss her."

With that, Brandon stepped lightly downstairs to knock on the door of the neighboring villa.

He wanted to see how Jeffrey Foster would back up his lies this time.

Alex followed behind, sweating nervously. Could love really turn a person into a fool?

Knock, knock, knock...

Abigail was feeding Teddy dinner. The little guy, eleven months old, could eat quite a bit. She had specially cooked some millet porridge. The Kimura couple had also returned. As they were eating, they heard rhythmic knocking at the door.

Abigail couldn’t help but wonder if it was her illusion. The knocking seemed a bit too lively. What was that man up to this time?