Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 359 - : You Killed Your Own Mother

Chapter 359: Chapter 359: You Killed Your Own Mother

The next day.

Clark Stone quietly brought Ruby Green to get their marriage certificate.

But a few days later, Rose Taylor still didn’t transfer the money back to the company’s account.

Instead, she asked to meet with Abigail Green.

She claimed she must see Abigail; only then would she return the twenty million in funds.

The meeting place was none other than Lincoln Green’s hospital room.

Abigail couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. After what happened last time, Rose still dared to go to Lincoln’s hospital room. Did she truly think Lincoln was so useless that she could easily manipulate him?

While Abigail was contemplating whether to meet this stepmother, Lincoln wanted to see her at the hospital.

This was the first time Lincoln did not order her aggressively but asked the private nurse to invite her.

Abigail knew, finally, she could talk to her father.

She had thought about this for a long time, reaching a peak when Lincoln forced her to marry Clark Stone. Now, it was the best time.

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She handed Teddy over to Kelly and Aunt Claudia.

Abigail had always been uneasy about Aunt Claudia living alone. Considering her impending showdown with the Taylor women, she feared Aunt Claudia might get dragged into it like last time, so she kept her at the Piers’ Mansion.

Grandpa fully supported it, treating Aunt Claudia as a special guest. Unexpectedly, Aunt Claudia, accustomed to being busy, helped Kelly care for the baby and even occasionally worked in the kitchen, becoming an integral part of the big house in just two days.

With Kelly and Aunt Claudia taking care of Teddy, Abigail felt more at ease going out.

Unexpectedly, she found Brandon Piers already seated inside the car after getting in.

“Hmm?” Abigail looked at the casually seated man, with his legs crossed but seemingly nowhere to place them, and let out a puzzled hum.

“Got something to do.” Brandon said casually.

Up front, Pullan thought, “Got something to do? More like worrying the young mistress might encounter trouble again and making me do the hard labor!”

“Oh.” Abigail gave Brandon a suspicious look, then sat down.

The car smoothly descended from the mountain. After arriving at the hospital, Abigail looked at the man in the car, “Don’t worry, I can handle it.”

She jumped out of the car, casually shutting the door for Brandon in the process.

Brandon awkwardly touched his nose; did she catch on?

He then took out his tablet, turned on the surveillance, ensuring everything in the hospital room was under his control.

Abigail got out of the car and walked straight to Lincoln’s hospital room.

Rose Taylor also arrived.

Abigail looked at her stepmother, still charming in her middle age, often more alluring than young girls at times.

Here stood her stepmother, at the pinnacle of grace.

Unfortunately, Ruby Green only inherited half of her charm.

“Let’s go in.” Rose spoke first, entering Lincoln’s hospital room ahead of Abigail.

Abigail curved her lips and followed.

“Honey…” As soon as she entered, Rose called out weakly.

Unfortunately, this time, the thin, pale Lincoln on the bed was unmoved, looking instead at Abigail, “Abigail…”

Abigail bowed her head slightly, her eyes devoid of emotion.

Rose didn’t care, continuing her performance, “Honey, I know I was wrong last time. It’s natural for you to be mad, but I had no choice. If Abigail hadn’t pushed me, I wouldn’t have resorted to those measures. Look, as soon as I got the money, I came to return it to Abigail.”

Neither Abigail nor Lincoln moved.

Lincoln, in particular, was filled with images of this woman tormenting and humiliating him, even trying to take his life as he listened to her gentle words.

“Stop acting. What do you want?” Lincoln asked hoarsely.

“What do I want?” Seeing this, Rose lost interest, “I heard you contacted a lawyer?”

Abigail called out softly, surprised at how well-informed Rose was.

Lincoln was also surprised, “Yes, I contacted a lawyer. So, whether it’s my share, house, or money, don’t think you can take it all.”

“I served you for over ten years. Now you’re leaving so little. If you don’t give it to me, who will you give it to?” Rose, furiously, aimed to secure the shares she bought, concerned about their future if Lincoln’s house and money weren’t given to them, abruptly turned to Abigail, “Are you giving it to the one who killed her own mother?”

Watching the drama unfold, Abigail’s body stiffened, what did that mean?

Lincoln’s chest heaved on the bed, “Shut up!”

“Why should I shut up? Am I not telling the truth? If she didn’t kill your beloved wife, would you have ignored her for so many years, treating her like air?” Rose, seeing Lincoln’s reaction, became even more reckless.

Lincoln trembled, pointing at her, “I said shut up, shut up!”

Rose sneered, turning to Abigail, “You think he ignored you because your mother died in childbirth. Let me tell you, it’s not like that. Your mother died when you were three, thanks to you causing an accident. He doesn’t love you, he hates you!”

“You…”

“So, Abigail, what right do you have to inherit Lincoln’s assets? What right do you have to blame us for treating you badly? You caused all this. It was your willfulness that caused your mother’s death. Do you know that? You’re a sinner!” Rose looked at Abigail, stressing each word.

Lincoln was heartbroken.

Abigail, confused, recalled the content of the midsummer trust and Aunt Claudia’s evasive look when she asked about her mother’s death.

So everyone had hidden this.

Minnie Swift didn’t die from childbirth but because of Abigail.

Abigail looked at Lincoln on the bed, “Is she telling the truth?”

“I…” Lincoln had adhered to his wife’s instructions, never telling Abigail the truth, continually convincing himself it was childbirth. But deep down, he resented his daughter.

Because of her willfulness, his young, vibrant wife died in an accident, a bloody memory he could never forget. Though she held on for a week, she eventually passed.

The pain of that time, recalling the scene now, Lincoln still felt it ache as if it were yesterday.

“So it’s true? You’ve ignored Abigail because she always reminded you of your wife’s death.” Abigail whispered softly.

Rose watched father and daughter, inwardly sneering, paying no attention to Abigail’s choice of words.

Lincoln, lost in his past and present pain, also didn’t notice.

Abigail couldn’t help but mockingly smile, “I don’t know what a three-year-old could do to cause her mother’s death, but I’m sure it wasn’t intentional. But what about you?”

No one responded.

Lincoln bowed his head deeply, unwilling to face Abigail.