Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

This was his offspring, naturally, he wanted to show some respect.

Only…

“Waa waa…”

As soon as Brandon Piers took the child from Abigail’s arms, the little one’s loud cry echoed through the entire hallway.

Abigail hurriedly pulled the little one back into her arms.

A myriad of colors appeared on Brandon Piers’ handsome face.

“Dr. Watston previously did a check-up for Teddy not long ago. There shouldn’t be any major problems. Teddy is scared today. How about postponing the examination?” Abigail took the child back, looking at Brandon’s amber eyes with a distant expression.

It seemed like a suggestion, but her attitude was firm.

She was a doctor and naturally knew Teddy was healthy and developing well. When Brandon suddenly mentioned a check-up for Teddy yesterday, she didn’t pay much attention, thinking it was just a routine check.

But what happened on the way made her realize that Brandon was using the check-up as an excuse. He wanted to use the child as bait to lure out someone who harbored ill intentions towards him.

As for the check-up? It was just a pretext.

Since the goal was already achieved, there was no need to trouble the child.

Brandon sensed the firmness and coldness in Abigail’s tone and realized that the little fatty must have guessed that the car accident earlier was not an accident.

His brows furrowed. He stared at Abigail for a while. “Alright.”

If Abigail didn’t cooperate, it would be difficult to have Teddy undergo the check-up.

Hearing Brandon’s response, Abigail didn’t hold back. “Master Brandon, I’ll go change Teddy’s diaper first. I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

With that, Abigail walked towards the elevator.

Pullan scratched his head uneasily as he watched Abigail’s back. Why did he feel like Miss Abigail was a bit angry?

Brandon glanced indifferently at Abigail’s back and handed the strand of hair he had inadvertently pulled from Abigail while holding the child to Dr. Waston. “Thank you.”

Dr. Waston nodded. “Rest assured, Master Brandon.”

Only then did Brandon slowly go downstairs.

After exiting the pediatrics department, the number of patients noticeably increased. Abigail deliberately avoided the crowds and walked towards the hospital exit when she heard someone call her name from behind.

“Abigail!”

Abigail’s body stiffened; her brows furrowed, but she didn’t stop moving.

At this moment, Jeffrey Foster, who had just finished a meeting, came to see Brandon. He happened to hear this name and instinctively searched for that slender and strong-willed beautiful figure. Instead, he saw a fatty holding a child, his eyes deepened.

Ruby Green, not seeing Brandon on the other side, was dissatisfied when Abigail didn’t stop. “Abigail Green, stop right there.”

“So, it’s Abigail Green.” Jeffrey Foster was puzzled and murmured softly.

Brandon happened to hear this. “You know her?”

“No, just that she shares the same name as one of my junior sisters.” Jeffrey sighed softly. “If my junior sister were here, your surgery success rate would be above ninety percent.”

Jeffrey was being modest with this success rate.

Brandon heard this and focused his gaze on Abigail. He thought of the little fatty’s words when they first met, his subsequent boldness, and his skillful way of removing the bullet. A strange sensation arose in his heart. “She is the girl I mentioned to you. I’ll need your help, Dean Foster, next month.”

“It’s her?” Jeffrey was slightly surprised, not expecting Brandon to push for a spot in a medical competition for a fatty.

“Yes, she’s quite good.” Brandon had witnessed Abigail’s impressive suturing skills.

Hearing Brandon’s praise, Jeffrey was even more astonished, never thinking he’d hear compliments for a woman from Brandon’s mouth.

And that girl, he estimated, weighed at least 200 pounds. Her medical skills must indeed be excellent.

The Abigail being discussed felt terrible at this moment. Ruby didn’t stop her and directly had someone block her path ahead.

Pullan turned to Brandon. “Should I help Miss Abigail?”

“No need.”