Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 770: Clara Smith, I accept your apology

The night grew deeper, and the sound of insects began.

Clara Smith talked about her acquaintance with Hayden Bell and her unending love for him, following him across thousands of miles only to find that Hayden had been lured into an abyss by others, and their mutual struggle.

At the end, Clara Smith truly apologized to Abigail Green for the first time, "Abigail, I’m sorry. Mom couldn’t stay by your side back then, always thinking how lonely he was when he was alive, and how lonely he would be in death. So, I thought I had to stay with him no matter what. Later, things turned out this way, and I wanted to come back, but I couldn’t..."

As she spoke, Clara thought about the time when her suicide attempt failed, but the doctor announced she would need an amputation. All her despair converged in that year. In those dark days, she constantly thought about death and had no strength to love anyone, even her own child.

So, I’m sorry, Abigail. I’m sorry.

"I’m sorry..." Looking back at the past, Clara muttered uncontrollably, over and over, especially since she knew that the real Abigail had already died suddenly in the operating room. If it weren’t for borrowing the body in front of her eyes, she might never have had the chance to meet her and apologize.

Listening to this, Abigail felt uneasy in her heart. She let go of the wheelchair and walked to Clara, squatted beside her, and looked up at the person she had longed for countless times, "Clara, I accept your apology."

I accept your apology, so there’s no need to blame yourself anymore.

Clara was stunned by Abigail’s words, seemingly not expecting Abigail to forgive her so quickly. She had already prepared herself for not being forgiven.

Because no matter how many reasons she had, it couldn’t change the fact that she abandoned Abigail.

But Abigail forgave her so easily. Clara felt it was unreal and uneasy, looking at Abigail with some panic in her eyes, "Abigail..."

"I’m serious. Although you are my mother, you are also yourself. If I were in your position, I might not have done better. Though I forgive you, I still can’t call you mom for now. You’ll have to accept that," Abigail said, half crouching, looking at the woman in front of her who, despite having better health than Durin, was still so thin and frail as if a gust of wind could carry her away.

Clara didn’t say everything, but Abigail knew from her brief narration that Hayden died beside her, and she was already eight months pregnant at the time.

After being reborn and experiencing the pain and despair of childbirth, Abigail realized that Clara was not much older then than she is now. Pregnant for eight months in a foreign country, with a boyfriend deeply addicted to drugs and depression who eventually committed suicide in her arms—she could understand that kind of despair without even imagining it.

As a doctor, Abigail had more empathy than others, and it was this empathy that prevented her from blaming Clara.

For all these years, Clara didn’t lose her mind, signifying her psychological strength. If it were someone else, there wouldn’t have been Midsummer Trust, nor would there have been Daniel.

Hearing Abigail’s words, Clara’s throat choked up. She held Abigail’s hand, unable to speak through her sobs. How could her Abigail be so good, so very good...

"How do you expect me to call you mom if you don’t talk?" Abigail softly teased, seeing Clara suddenly cover her face.

Clara shook her head hurriedly. Being forgiven by Abigail was already enough for her; how could she dare to hope for more?

Seeing the beautiful woman in her fifties shake her head like a child, Abigail’s heart melted. She stepped forward and gently embraced Clara’s thin body, whispering in her ear, "I’m really happy that you came back."

This sentence brought tears to Clara’s eyes, "Silly child."

Abigail’s eyes also began to water. In her rebellious teenage years, she thought the entire world did not love her. Her grandfather treated her as a tool for studying medicine. She had no father or mother, and nobody wanted her. Even her classmates didn’t like her. She felt like an extra.

It wasn’t until she met Jeffrey Foster that she thought, since no one loved her, she could love others.

But after her rebirth, meeting Brandon Piers, reconciling with her grandfather, and recognizing Clara Smith, she truly realized that she was never the abandoned one, and that loving and being loved were both essential.

Loving without response for too long can lead to a loss of balance. Being loved for too long without knowing how to love makes one overconfident and forget how to cherish. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

But now she was just right: She knew how to love and to cherish. The past wounds had been healed by Brandon Piers, allowing her to open her heart to Clara Smith.

If it were her previous self, she would still be trapped in her own emotions, unable to extricate herself, let alone speak calmly to Clara.

She probably wouldn’t have had the mindset to listen to Hayden’s life story and would have simply written him off as trash, then wallowed in self-pity for having such a father.

Thinking this, Abigail rubbed her head against Clara’s palm, "You have to make it up to me from now on, godmother."

She couldn’t call her mother, but godmother would suffice.

Clara was stunned when she heard the term godmother. Even with the qualifier "god," she was already very satisfied, reaching out to rub Abigail’s cheek, her voice very soft, "You... you don’t hate him?"

"He was sick, not intentional. Why blame him? Besides, respect for the dead is paramount. If there really is an afterlife, I hope he can be born into an ordinary family, have the mundane love of his parents, and grow into a healthy and happy person," Abigail gently replied to Clara.

She knew that Hayden’s death had always been a knot in Clara’s heart and the reason Clara didn’t dare to face her initially.

Clara’s eyes welled up with tears, "But if others find out that an excellent person like you has parents like us, they will laugh at you, discriminate against you..."

This was also why Clara later resisted meeting Abigail.

Hayden’s death, though secretive, had its related negative news handled cleanly by the Bell family. But if someone were to dig, they could still uncover the truth.

At that time, as Abigail kept winning awards and becoming more famous, Clara lived in daily fear, worried that Abigail would discover their existence, and even more so that the media might one day expose it, dragging Abigail down from the pedestal because of her and Hayden.

"But that’s all in the past, right? Besides, I am Abigail Green now. Not to mention that your worries are unlikely to happen, even if they did, there’s no need to worry now." Abigail, feeling pained, reached out to wipe Clara’s tears.

It wasn’t that she didn’t love herself, but that she loved in her own clumsy, inarguable way.

Clara returned to her senses, remembering that Abigail was no longer just Abigail. Holding her daughter in her arms, she was even more heartbroken knowing a bit of what Abigail had gone through after her rebirth.

Thankfully, both of them had been favored by fate.

Abigail allowed Clara to hold her. The sky had completely darkened, turning a deep blue. The lights of the estate had automatically turned on, casting a soft glow over the blooming garden, making it look even more serene and beautiful. The sound of insects was mixed with the laughter of Teddy and Tate, warm and endearing.

As Abigail let go of Clara, she glanced in a particular direction, raising her eyebrows slightly.