Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 567: I Plan to Take Teddy to Find Abigail

Not to mention Brandon Piers, even the two old gentlemen were frozen in place.

The next moment Brandon Piers suddenly squatted down and scooped Teddy into his arms.

"Mama, mama..." The little guy being held by his daddy didn’t sense the atmosphere around him at all, struggling to reach out his little hand towards Adam Piers for his cookie.

Adam Piers didn’t know whether to laugh or cry for a moment and mumbled, "little foodie."

After cursing, he was afraid that the little guy would cry if he didn’t give him the cookie, so he handed it to Teddy.

Finally getting the cookie, Teddy happily held it with his small hand and then put it in his mouth.

By the time Brandon Piers calmed down, little George Piers had already eaten half of the cookie, crumbs falling all over Brandon’s clothes.

Looking at this carefree little thing, Brandon realized his earlier loss of composure. He poked his son’s head and told him to crawl on his own.

"Let’s go downstairs and talk." Brandon had already composed himself and spoke to the two grandfathers.

Adam Piers quickly raised his hand, "What about me? What about me! When can I be free?"

He had been playing the role of Brandon Piers for three months, learning how to make formula, change diapers, prepare baby food, and immediately understand when Teddy needed a diaper change. Anyone who didn’t know might think he was preparing to start a high-end nanny training business.

Brandon Piers gave him a slight glance and turned to go downstairs with the grandfathers.

Sitting on the floor playing with Teddy, Adam Piers looked bewildered. What did that glance mean? Could it be another three months...

Adam Piers collapsed on the floor in despair, but little Teddy climbed up on his clothes. Adam Piers rolled his eyes, "Oh dear, little uncle is dying, Teddy, save little uncle..."

Grayson Piers, who was going downstairs, shook his head speechlessly.

Brandon Piers didn’t have the heart to deal with Adam’s theatrics. He went downstairs and explained the recent three-month situation to the elders, then looked at Church Smith. "Grandpa Smith, please think again if there are places Abigail liked and always wanted to go."

Old Mr. Smith shook his head and then thought for a bit. "How about this, it’s time I should return to the Courtyard House. I’ll sort through Abigail’s things again and send them over to you. Maybe you can find some useful clues."

"Alright." Brandon nodded. Now that Swallow City was no longer an issue and the old man’s safety was assured, he didn’t stop him.

Of course, another reason was that Brandon hoped Old Mr. Smith leaving the estate could indirectly send a signal to those far away that they had accepted Abigail’s accident, hoping the other party would relax their guard.

Although it was slim, it was worth a try.

Grayson Piers was unhappy, though. "Just pack the things, why do you need to move back? Who will play chess and bicker with me if you go? Moreover, how will you see Teddy then?"

Church Smith shook his head, "It’s not right for me to always live here. I’ll come back to see Teddy when I have the time."

He lived here for his granddaughter. Now that Abigail was gone, and even with another man, although possibly unwillingly, it was not appropriate for him to stay any longer. Especially thinking about the previous joy and laughter in the house, now turning into a suffocating sadness made his heart feel guilty and sorrowful.

After listening, Brandon looked at the two old men, "This time when I leave, I plan to take Teddy with me."

"What?" The two old men asked in unison.

Brandon nodded, "I plan to take Teddy to find Abigail."

"Are you crazy? Teddy is still so little!" Grayson Piers stood up immediately.

But Brandon didn’t relent. "After this search, you should also see that it will be difficult to find Abigail in a short time. Keeping Teddy at home is not suitable. I don’t want to come back and have him not recognize who I am. Don’t worry, I will slow down and take good care of him."

When the little guy grew older, it would be the time his personality was forming. Regardless of whether it was the two old men or Aunt Claudia, they would feel sorry for the little guy because Abigail wasn’t around, spoiling him excessively, which might not be what Abigail wanted to see.

But that wasn’t the most important reason. The most important reason was that he didn’t want to find her and be unable to tell her how their child grew up.

Since Abigail couldn’t participate in Teddy’s growth for now, he would document Teddy’s growth on her behalf and tell her everything when she returned.

"But—"

"Grandpa, I have already decided." Brandon directly interrupted Old Mr. Smith, who wanted to say something else.

Grayson Piers looked to Church Smith for help. Church Smith sighed. Today, though Brandon held Teddy out, anyone could tell the little guy was closer to Adam Piers than to Brandon.

Children were like that. They would stay close to you if you were around them continually, but if you left them early, they might soon forget who you were.

Particularly children under three years old didn’t remember much, but it was during these forgetful years that their sense of security formed.

Unlike Grayson Piers, who had raised Abigail alone, Church Smith understood the subtle relationship between children and parents better. He ignored his old friend’s plea, "Alright, what good is it for the child not to follow his father and instead stay with you, an old man? Stay home and wait for them to come back."

"You old codger, I asked for your help, yet you’re fine with this. What about when the little kid gets sick on the road?" Grayson Piers panicked.

"Then take Aunt Claudia with him." Church Smith threw this suggestion out and looked at Brandon. "Your Aunt Claudia has plenty of experience with kids. You’ll be reassured having her along."

"I understand." This time, Brandon didn’t refuse.

Grayson Piers saw that things were settled, glared at the two people in anger, but also knew he couldn’t change his grandson’s decision.

After deciding about Teddy, Brandon finally spoke about the upcoming plans, first explaining Grandpa Smith’s return home, then adding, "This time, I plan to focus on Europe."

"Is there a new discovery?" The two old men asked excitedly.

"Still uncertain. A few days ago, I traced a signal that was sent from Europe. I returned this time not only to take Teddy away, but also to attend Jeffrey Foster’s trial and make an appearance." Mention of the Foster family brought a shadow to Brandon Piers’ already thin face.

Their success in capturing the Foster family so smoothly owed a lot to his efforts.

"Attend Jeffrey Foster’s trial?" Grayson Piers frowned, slightly confused. He didn’t know that Abigail’s death in her previous life was also related to the Foster family.

"Jeffrey Foster meticulously planned this revenge. Now with the collapse of the Foster empire, his most hated Hearst Foster faces a life sentence. As the mastermind, if he can’t see it with his own eyes, he will have someone else watch it for him. Moreover, Abigail ’died’ because of the Foster family. It doesn’t make sense for me not to appear as her fiancé." Brandon’s eyes held a thin layer of coldness. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Whether it was in the previous life or this life, he wouldn’t let anyone who had bullied Abigail off the hook.