Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 592: Because I’m Her Safest Choice

Abigail put the phone in front of Brandon. "When are you going to take him away?"

Brandon, who was feeding Teddy, quickly put down the spoon and picked up his phone. "Since you’re done talking, I should leave now."

He was planning to sneak out after saying that.

Abigail looked at him coldly. "Do you think that handing Teddy over to me will change our relationship? Let me ask you, did we date before?"

Brandon’s steps paused, not expecting Abigail to ask so bluntly. He turned back, frowning, trying to read something from Abigail’s face. But she was just seriously asking him. He exhaled lightly. "Yes."

"Then did we already break up?" Abigail was in a bad mood and her tone towards Brandon was anything but polite.

Brandon deeply glanced at Jeffrey, wanting to say no, but he couldn’t lie to Abigail. He couldn’t hide his stupidity just because she didn’t remember. He gritted his teeth and nodded. "Yes, but I can explain..."

"No need, I only need to know the result." Abigail interrupted Brandon’s explanation. "I don’t know why two people who are so different ever dated, but since we have broken up, it means we were indeed incompatible. As for Teddy, since you handed him to me, I will take good care of him. You can visit him as a father, but please don’t overstep your bounds."

Abigail hated unfinished business the most. Since they had broken up and she didn’t remember him, there was no need for any more emotional entanglement.

She was originally a child abandoned by her parents. Being abandoned once by him was enough.

Such a gorgeously exaggerated man could abandon her once, and surely would again.

In the ten years she secretly admired her senior, it wasn’t that she didn’t have the chance to confess. But she never took that step because she feared that once the relationship started, it would no longer be under her control.

Every story has an end. And endings can be good or bad; she feared receiving the bad one.

Everyone said she was a favored child of heaven, but she was actually just a snail, hiding in her shell and staying within her safe zone.

As long as she didn’t come out, she wouldn’t be hurt.

Just like when she was growing up. She always hoped that one day her mother would come back for her. She weaved various reasons for her mother, even thinking maybe her mother was no longer alive, but never thought that her mother didn’t love her.

In her graduation year from Yale, she traveled across half of Y Nation alone, trying to follow the paths her mother had walked and see the sights she had seen.

But now her grandfather told her that her mother was alive, and only remembered her when she was dying.

How laughable.

For all these years, Abigail refused to admit it, but at this moment, she had to accept the fact that she was abandoned.

She was unloved!

She was the freak her classmates talked about, with an unknown father and a mother who didn’t love her.

Such a freak didn’t deserve to be loved.

The negative emotions bottled up inside her engulfed Abigail like a sea monster.

At this moment, Abigail didn’t remember anything about Abigail Green. She didn’t know she had crawled back from hell, forgotten the fears she had overcome, and the brave steps she had taken for love. She forgot that she had once been both the savior and the saved in another life.

At this moment, she was proud yet insecure.

She didn’t even believe that Brandon loved her.

Brandon looked at Abigail’s beautiful and distant face, his heart tightened. He never expected Abigail to be so resolute. This wasn’t the Abigail he knew, and it was different from her attitude when she came in earlier.

Earlier, she had some resistance towards him, but at least she was curious about their past. But looking at Abigail now, she truly intended to shut him out.

Why?

Was it the conversation with her grandfather?

"Abigail, please don’t be so quick to condemn me. I did mention breaking up, but things aren’t what you think..." Brandon looked at Abigail and explained in a low voice. For a moment, he was back to the night Abigail broke up with him. Back then, she was angry, jealous, and aggrieved, so he didn’t allow it and she was willing to give him a chance.

But now, the person in front of him didn’t remember him, didn’t love him.

She was Abigail, but only Abigail.

As Dr. Smith’s Abigail, she didn’t love him.

As Dr. Smith’s Abigail, she might never fall in love with a man like him.

This knowledge brought Brandon immense pain.

His heart felt like it was smashed against the ground, and he couldn’t do anything about it. Looking at Abigail, he said, "Abigail..."

"Jeffrey, see him out." For some reason, hearing the man softly whisper her name made her heart ache even more. It felt like something tightened around her throat, making it hard to breathe. She barely finished her last sentence, then turned and saw Teddy in his high chair, looking at her with wide, innocent eyes. Tears suddenly flooded like a broken dam. Not wanting the two men to see her like this, she picked up the little guy and walked to her room.

"Mommy loves you. Teddy, Mommy loves you..." Abigail held Teddy close and muttered softly.

Not knowing if the words were to comfort herself or Teddy.

The love she could never get in her life, she could give to Teddy.

Who said people must be the ones loved?

Brandon and Jeffrey watched Abigail’s hasty back, their expressions were grim.

It was only when Abigail closed the door that Jeffrey looked at Brandon. "Second Young Master, please leave."

Brandon punched Jeffrey in the face. "What did you do to her?"

Jeffrey didn’t avoid Brandon’s punch and took it hard because he also realized something wrong. Although Abigail seemed to live as usual these days, she was completely different from the one in medical school, rather...

Yes, she was more like her original self.

The version of herself that hadn’t been reborn, distant to people, restrained in feelings, with a cool exterior hiding her insecurity.

That lively girl with a youthful spirit seemed like a fantasy of his...

Or rather, something he had personally destroyed.

So, now, Abigail could say that Brandon wasn’t her type.

His heart ached as he felt secretly relieved because he knew that everything now worked in his favor.

That’s why he didn’t dodge the punch.

Brandon looked at the blood streaming from Jeffrey’s mouth and sneered at him. "Do you think this will win Abigail’s love? What a joke!"

"You’re wrong. Abigail will choose me. She will only choose me, and you’ve already been sentenced to death." Jeffrey ignored Brandon’s mockery and spoke every word reassuringly.

Jeffrey could say he didn’t know the reborn Abigail, but he knew the original Abigail very well. No, he knew the original Abigail too well, which is why he was certain she would wait for him.

If that fateful death hadn’t disrupted his plans, he would have not only taken over the Foster family, and avenged Hearst Foster, but he would have also married Abigail.

Now, everything was back on track.

Brandon’s eyes filled with blood upon hearing Jeffrey’s words. "She won’t."

"She will. Because I am the safest choice for her."