Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 594: Young Madam, Please Go See Our Second Young Master

Chapter 594: Chapter 594: Young Madam, Please Go See Our Second Young Master

Abigail looked at the message on her phone, stunned for a long time.

She could tell that the sender of this short message must be someone close to Brandon Piers, and the tone was full of protection for Brandon, with a hint of accusation towards her.

Deliberate?

And what was this hypnosis about?

Her senior said that her amnesia was due to the explosion.

And what was this about him dying?

She noticed that Brandon Piers’ complexion was poor, probably due to long-term sleep deprivation. As far as she could see, there was nothing wrong with his heart.

How could he die?

Abigail frowned, looking down at the sleeping, well-behaved Teddy, ignoring the content of that message. However, the matter of hypnosis kept lingering in her mind.

Abigail didn’t sleep well all night.

The next morning, as soon as Teddy made a slight noise, she opened her eyes, and first made a milk bottle for the little guy. Once he was full and didn’t want to lie in bed anymore, Abigail began to dress him.

After taking care of Teddy, it was already eight o’clock.

Abigail came out to have breakfast, but before finishing, Teddy was already stretching his arms and legs towards the outside.

Jeffrey Foster, curious, approached, "What’s he trying to do?"

"He wants to go out and play," Abigail said with a shake of her head.

"Really?" Hearing this, Jeffrey pushed Teddy’s stroller outside. The little guy first was happy but then immediately started crying upon realizing it wasn’t his mother. Jeffrey hurriedly pushed him back to Abigail’s side.

Looking at her senior brother’s embarrassed appearance, Abigail laughed, "Teddy is in a separation anxiety phase right now, so he’s very clingy."

"You really understand him well," Jeffrey said somewhat sourly.

Abigail froze for a moment, looked at her senior brother’s expression, wanting to laugh but then remembered last night’s message, "That... senior brother..."

"What?" Jeffrey said discontentedly.

Abigail awkwardly scratched her head, "Jeffrey..."

"Yes, that’s better. I’m going out with Uncle Kimura to arrange the wedding matters. You stay home and take care of Teddy with Aunt Nako. If you’re too tired, after a few days when we finish, I’ll find a professional nanny for you," Jeffrey, satisfied with Abigail calling him that, said.

After finishing, he packed up and left with Kimura.

Abigail’s question was already at her lips, but the interruption made her not ask it. When she came back to her senses, he had already left.

Sighing lightly in frustration, she looked down at the expectant-faced Teddy and rubbed his head, "Alright, let’s go out and play."

Muttering to herself, Abigail informed Aunt Nako and pushed Teddy out the door.

Outside, she saw Juliet Rosa waiting for her, and Abigail couldn’t help but frown.

Thinking about this month’s interaction, she initially thought she was taking care of someone else’s child, only to find out in the end that it was her own son, feeling a complex mix of emotions.

"Madam, please go see our Master Brandon. He went back last night, very heartbroken, drank a lot, and hasn’t woken up yet. He’s running a fever now. You’re a doctor, please go check on him," Juliet Rosa said. She and Alex had stayed with Master Brandon last night. In the morning, they found out he still hadn’t woken up and had begun to run a fever. She hurriedly went to find a private doctor.

The private doctor said it was due to long-term sleep deprivation and excessive emotional stress. Plus, the heavy drinking caused a sudden illness.

But the doctor said all those things, which were essentially psychological issues. Juliet Rosa then sought out Abigail.

Hearing this, Abigail’s face slightly changed. Thinking of the things she said yesterday, she suddenly felt a bit guilty. Her emotions were bad at that time, and she didn’t know why she had such an outburst at Master Brandon. Afterward, she herself felt she had overreacted.

Because of her grandfather, she extremely disliked irritable people and was always restrained. Yet, she lost her temper with him.

"Madam..." Juliet Rosa pleaded, looking at Abigail.

Abigail sighed inwardly, "I’ll take a look, but don’t let him think too much about it. Also, don’t call me Madam."

"Yes, Madam," Juliet Rosa nodded quickly.

Abigail, "..."

Handing Teddy to Juliet Rosa, Abigail followed Alex upstairs.

As soon as she pushed open Brandon Piers’ room door, she smelled a strong odor of alcohol, frowning involuntarily. How much had this man drunk?

Entering the room, Abigail walked to the bedside and saw the man sleeping uncomfortably. His face was very pale, but his cheeks were flushed red. He looked sickly delicate, more beautiful than a woman. Her heart inexplicably ached, more so than when she looked at Teddy.

For a moment, Abigail managed to control her inexplicable emotions. She reached out to feel his forehead and frowned, "Did he take antipyretics?"

"We couldn’t wake him up, couldn’t manage to get him to take any," Alex said helplessly.

"Fetch a basin of cold water," Abigail ordered.

Alex hurriedly went to get it.

When the water was brought, Abigail felt for his pulse with her fingertips, then looked at Alex, who was in a daze, "What are you standing there for? Wipe his palms, soles, armpits, and belly button."

Hearing this, Alex immediately stood straight, "Madam, I..." free𝑤ebnovel.com

Before Alex could finish, Abigail had already stood up. Who knew her hand checking his pulse would be grabbed? Even though delirious from fever, the man still murmured, "Abigail, I was wrong. Don’t leave..."

Alex quickly explained upon seeing this, "Master Brandon was drunk last night and kept mumbling this, even almost mistook me for you."

Finished, Alex hoped Madam would soften her heart.

Abigail’s senses were keener than others. Though the words from the bed were slurred, she heard them clearly.

The pain from earlier, like being hit hard in the heart, resurfaced. She bit her lip, pried open his hand, and walked out.

Alex stared at Madam’s departing figure, momentarily stuck in place, not knowing what to do.

Looks like Master Brandon really was out of luck...

Abigail returned with needles and saw Alex still standing there like a pole, "Didn’t I tell you to wipe his body?"

Alex, surprised, snapped out of it but then cried in distress, "Please spare me, Madam. If I touch Master Brandon, he’ll cut off my hands when he wakes up."

Abigail, "... He’s a patient now!"

"You’re a doctor, so it’s your job," Alex said before fleeing the scene and even shutting the door behind.

Abigail looked at the closed door, angrily cursing under her breath. She then turned to see the man’s cheeks even redder and snapped, "How old are you? Treating your body like this, such childishness!"

She finished scolding, but still turned to wet a towel. After wiping his palms, she hesitated a moment before reminding herself he was a patient. She then lifted his shirt, her eyes landing on his perfect six-pack. A faint scar made her face flush.

Quickly frowning, the scar had long healed, but she immediately recognized her stitching.

She felt strange, but the man’s body heat brought her back. She continued wiping under his arms. Remembering he had heart surgery, she wondered. If she had an accident in April, who did his heart surgery? Curiously, Abigail lifted his shirt higher and saw the suture line. She was stunned.

The suture was not neat, but she recognized it as her work. Had she done his open-heart surgery?

Abigail was confused. She didn’t remember.

While she was lost in thought, the man in bed suddenly reached out. Unprepared, she fell onto his body, "Oof..."