Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 297 - : Some grudges need to be avenged personally for satisfaction

Chapter 297: Chapter 297: Some grudges need to be avenged personally for satisfaction

“Second Young Master, why don’t we just help Miss Abigail get rid of them?” Pullan suggested, unable to keep silent any longer.

Brandon Piers gave him a sidelong glance. “Get rid of them? That would be letting them off too easily.”

“Then what should we do with them…”

“Let her handle it first. Some grudges need to be avenged personally for satisfaction.” Brandon Piers stood up as he spoke.

Pullan hurriedly asked, “Where are you going?”

“To change the dressing.” Brandon Piers left these two words behind and continued walking out.

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Pullan quickly said, “I’ll call Dr. Morse for you.”

Brandon Piers gave Pullan a cool glance and walked towards the nursery.

Pullan scratched his head. Didn’t he say he was going to change the dressing? Why is he going to see Miss Abigail?

When Brandon Piers arrived, Abigail had just returned from dinner and was playing with Teddy. Seeing Brandon Piers, she asked in surprise, “Why didn’t you have dinner?”

“No appetite.” Brandon Piers looked at Abigail, seemingly searching for traces of that harrowing past on her, but found none.

That bright, fair face was clean and pure, even with a few rare touches of confidence and clarity.

“You’re in the recovery phase now. Irregular meals are the last thing you should have,” Abigail reminded him from a doctor’s perspective.

“Oh.” Brandon Piers replied absentmindedly, then pointed to his chest. “The wound seems to have reopened. Do you have the time to take a look?”

Abigail’s face changed slightly when she heard this. “What happened? Weren’t you recovering well recently? How could it reopen?”

As she spoke, Abigail stepped forward and naturally began to unbutton Brandon Piers’ shirt. Just then, Kelly returned from having dinner, and seeing this scene, she remembered the master’s orders after the two had closed the door last time, feeling awkward, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

Brandon Piers sensed the attention and turned to see Kelly’s troubled face, his brow furrowing slightly.

Abigail reacted too and was about to explain, but Kelly stepped forward. “I will take Teddy to the master to play for a while. You two, continue, please continue!”

Abigail, words unsaid, “…”

Have we been misunderstood again?

But Brandon Piers was unaffected, looking at the awkward Abigail. “Aren’t you going to take a look?”

“Oh, I… okay.” Abigail sighed helplessly. This misunderstanding was really getting deeper, but the next moment, seeing the bloodstains seeping through Brandon Piers’ bandage, she couldn’t think of anything else, her gaze displeased. “Don’t you know you just had surgery? If you don’t take care of yourself, why have surgery at all?”

Brandon Piers had never been scolded like this before, especially by a woman, but he wasn’t angry at all, only looking at her amusedly.

Abigail felt uncomfortable under his gaze, her tone dissatisfied. “What? Did I say something wrong? Even if you don’t care about yourself, you should value others’ hard work.”

Saying so, Abigail took the medical kit from the side. “Go lie on the sofa.”

Brandon Piers didn’t speak, obediently lying down.

Abigail glanced at the man strangely. Since when did Pullan’s young master become so obedient? She couldn’t help staring at him longer. “Does it hurt a lot?”

Otherwise, why so obedient?

Brandon Piers hadn’t felt much pain until Abigail asked if it hurt. Her softened tone made him unexpectedly remember the words of the female doctor.

Because she couldn’t wait for the anesthetist, she had a C-section directly, to the point of passing out from the pain. He wondered how she survived it all?

“Did it hurt when giving birth to Teddy?” Brandon Piers asked gently, not answering Abigail.

Abigail was startled. She didn’t expect him to ask this. Without knowing if it was a physical reflex, just hearing the question made her body tremble involuntarily. The past pains, like thousands of silver needles, pierced her brain, causing a momentary dizziness.

It was not only the pain she felt, but also the pain of the original body being opened up.

Was that pain? It was like a journey through hell.

Just mentioning it caused a layer of thin sweat to appear on her forehead.

But looking at the man’s beautiful face and those long amber eyes, she thought she saw a hint of worry in those unfathomable depths, but quickly denied it, replying lightly, “No, it didn’t hurt.”

As calm as a gentle breeze.

As if by saying it didn’t hurt, it really wouldn’t.

After finishing, without waiting for Brandon Piers’ reaction, she started checking his chest. “It’s okay, it didn’t reach the inside. Just some seepage, but if it happens again, I can’t guarantee the recovery.”

After saying this, she found Brandon Piers just staring at her. She couldn’t help touching her own cheek. “Do I have something on my face?”

“Did it really not hurt?” Brandon Piers asked stubbornly.

Abigail felt like they were having different conversations, not understanding what had possessed the man today, but considering his wound, she patiently explained. “I had a C-section with anesthesia, so I didn’t feel it.”

Generally, that was the case.

But after answering, Brandon Piers still looked at her, making Abigail feel like he might be falling in love with her, only to see him finally look away, calmly instructing, “Change my dressing.”

Abigail heaved a sigh of relief. This man was back to normal.

Changing the dressing wasn’t difficult for Abigail, but the blood made it troublesome. After a while, she finished and stood as a doctor to remind him, “Don’t let it happen again. If it does, even if your heart is fine, you’ll be scarred.”

“Hmm.” Brandon Piers gave a light hum.

Abigail stood up to put the medical kit away. When she returned, she saw that Brandon Piers hadn’t moved. Raising her eyebrows, she asked, “Something else?”

“I want to see your C-section scar.” He had seen photos before, but at that moment, he wanted to see for himself. He hadn’t missed Abigail’s every slight movement earlier. How could he believe her saying it didn’t hurt?

He especially wanted to know how she managed to keep her eyes open, command a nurse to stitch her up, and how she endured it all, still being able to calmly tell him it didn’t hurt?

Abigail was dumbfounded by the question. Was this man possessed?

With his obsession, could he really look at her abdominal scar?

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Abigail gave Brandon Piers a complicated look, not understanding the unpredictable thoughts of this handsome man, only giving him a light glance. “I don’t mind you looking. I’m just afraid that after seeing it, you’ll lose sleep thinking about me every night!”

Brandon Piers, “…”

Abigail didn’t care about his reaction, continuing, “I’ve changed your dressing. You should rest now. I’ll go get Teddy.”

She didn’t want them to stay in the room too long, giving people outside more ideas.

The aftermath of the last incident hadn’t dissipated yet. Everyone in the compound was treating her with utmost respect, making her feel very uncomfortable.

After finishing, Abigail turned to leave, but a long arm suddenly reached out, grabbing her wrist.

The cool touch made Abigail’s skin shiver slightly. She turned back incredulously. “What… are you doing?”

“I…” Brandon Piers himself didn’t know what he was doing. He just panicked when the plump little figure was about to leave and reached out instinctively.

“Don’t tell me you like me?”