Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 561: Are You Indulging Me Too Much?

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Lincoln Green walked into the police station once again the next day.

He demanded that the police conduct another DNA comparison between himself and the female corpse. If it was his daughter, he would accept it. If it was not, he would demand that the police return his daughter to him.

The news quickly reached the media, and many gathered at the police station entrance that day, waiting for the test results.

After the previous incident, Lincoln Green’s hair had turned grey, and he looked much older. Due to the aftereffects of a stroke, he walked unsteadily and was being pushed in a wheelchair by a special nurse. He appeared particularly desolate in front of the cameras.

It was truly a case of a white-haired person sending off a black-haired one. Many reporters felt heartache for him.

Previously, there was the story of Master Brandon digging through the explosion site with his bare hands to rescue his fiancée. Now, there was an elderly man unwilling to believe his daughter’s demise, which moved many people to pity Abigail Green.

Soft-hearted people also began to hope that the female corpse was not Abigail Green.

Unfortunately, events did not go as hoped.

The next day, the DNA comparison results came out. After reconfirmation, it was established that the female corpse excavated from the explosion site in Gills City’s Southern Town was indeed Abigail Green, the daughter of the Green family and the fiancée of Brandon Piers.

Upon hearing the results, Lincoln Green fainted. Someone witnessed Brandon Piers crying uncontrollably upon receiving the news. He spent the night at the April Sky bar, drunk and unconscious.

When Lincoln Green woke from his faint, he was determined to take Abigail Green’s body back to Gills City. However, Brandon Piers did not appear throughout the entire process, being too drunk to function.

Some said Brandon couldn’t accept the news of his fiancée’s death; others said he couldn’t accept the fact that his fiancée had cuckolded him.

Regardless of the reason, it was evident to everyone that this incident dealt a devastating blow to Brandon Piers.

Upon receiving the news, Jeffrey Foster’s formerly tense expression relaxed slightly. He turned his head to look at Abigail, who had been staring at the mirror for thirty minutes.

"Still not used to it?" Jeffrey’s voice carried an unmistakable hint of amusement.

"How did I get so fat?" Abigail took another look at herself in the mirror. She had weighed herself earlier and found she was 138 pounds. It was simply unbelievable.

She had always been strict with herself. How could she have gained so much weight? It was terrifying.

"It’s actually not that bad." Jeffrey chuckled softly. There was no hint of disgust in his eyes, but he thought to himself that she found 138 unacceptable because she didn’t remember weighing 200 pounds before.

"This is not that bad? Jeffrey, aren’t you being too lenient with me?" Abigail looked at him in surprise. Though she had been here for three days, she was still used to calling Jeffrey her senior brother.

She had thought about changing the way she addressed him but found it difficult to say out loud. Fortunately, her senior brother was always considerate and never forced her.

"Am I?" Perhaps because he had gotten used to it, Jeffrey did not think Abigail was fat at all. On the contrary, her chubbiness made her look cute, bringing an inexplicable sense of youthful vitality that she didn’t have before.

But Abigail didn’t see it that way, "You think it’s fine. I can’t accept it."

However, after speaking, Abigail looked at herself in the mirror. She always felt this face seemed like hers, yet somehow not hers. It looked exceptionally young. She tried to think about why but felt it was unnecessary.

Sometimes she felt everything was real, yet it also felt like a dream, a very peculiar feeling.

Regardless of the feeling, Abigail was determined that the extra weight needed to go. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Thus, in the brisk British countryside mornings, a running girl could always be seen.

After running, Abigail would do several sets of exercises. She didn’t remember learning these moves before, yet somehow she knew them. Every time she did them earnestly, she felt someone was behind her. But when she turned around, it was either empty or just Jeffrey.

She always felt something was missing, but no matter how hard she thought, she couldn’t figure it out.

Fortunately, she was always quite serene, and if she couldn’t remember, she didn’t bother thinking about it.

For years, she had lived her life as if in a battle. During her school years, to meet her grandfather’s expectations, she spent her days learning medicine or attending various elite classes. Later, to attend Yale and prove her choice was correct, she spent two or three times the usual effort learning and practicing.

Later, she successfully started her internship at Cleveland. Then, upon returning to her country, due to her fame, she performed surgery after surgery. Although she couldn’t tolerate the fat on her body, she was still curious about how she had gotten so fat.

Jeffrey had said it was because she ate more during pregnancy to ensure the baby’s nutrition. As a doctor, she knew he was telling the truth. The fat marks showed rapid weight gain, and her belly was covered in faded stretch marks. Although they had lightened, they were still distinguishable.

Abigail thought she must have lived a very leisurely life during her pregnancy. Otherwise, how could she have gotten so fat!

However, the C-section scar on her belly was ugly. Jeffrey had said her reputation for greatness had made the obstetrician’s hands tremble so badly that they had stitched her up poorly. Abigail thought she might really have been capable of causing such a thing.

But the child...

Even though she had no memory of the baby, every time she thought about it, Abigail’s heart ached unbearably. Jeffrey was understanding, never mentioning the child.

Abigail knew if the child was her wound, it must have been Jeffrey’s as well. If the child had once hurt their relationship, she should let it go now that it was in the past.

Yet the empty space in her heart always silently ached when she was alone.

"What are you thinking about?" Jeffrey’s voice suddenly broke in as Abigail was daydreaming while doing her aerobic exercises.

Abigail was startled and turned to look at Jeffrey, "Senior brother, why do you always show up so suddenly?"

"Do I? It’s just that you get too lost in your thoughts." Jeffrey teased with a smile.

Abigail’s cheeks flushed. "Do I?"

"If you were thinking of me, I could forgive it." Jeffrey continued to tease her.

Abigail thought she had known her senior brother for over a decade and had never seen this side of him. She couldn’t help but laugh, "Then you better not forgive me because I was thinking about Bob’s big white goose."

"Hah." Jeffrey raised an eyebrow, then nodded thoughtfully, "Shall we cook it tonight?"

"I’m not worried about it affecting my weight loss plan. I’m just afraid Bob will cry while hugging my leg and wipe his snot on me." Abigail felt disgusted at the thought but suddenly had a flash of memory of a similar incident.

Jeffrey’s usually elegant face couldn’t hold it anymore, "I suggest you stick to eating the goose eggs instead."

Abigail burst out laughing. She realized she had successfully disgusted both herself and Jeffrey.

Just then, they saw Bob walking around the farm with his big white goose, Carney.

Bob was the youngest son of the farm owner, and Carney was his beloved pet. After stepping off the plane, Abigail had been brought to this emerald island by Jeffrey, instantly falling in love with its beauty, which was just as enchanting as the postcard she had once seen.

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