Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife - Chapter 757

Chapter 757: Chapter 757: Abigail’s Intentions

“Grandpa.” Abigail Green pulled out a big smile the moment she entered.

Elder Piers sharply lifted his head upon hearing the voice, “Abigail, it’s you.”

“Yes, Grandpa, I’m back.” Abigail answered with a smile.

“Congratulations to our Abigail for winning the grand prize! What gift do you want? Tell Grandpa, and as long as Grandpa can manage it, it’s yours.” Elder Piers patted his chest heartily, showing not a hint of gloom.

“I want Grandpa to have a meal with me. How about that?” Abigail looked at Elder Piers, tilting her chin up.

Elder Piers was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and collected the documents on the desk, “Alright, the world is big, but our champion matters most. Grandpa will have dinner with our Abigail now.”

“That’s more like it.” Abigail deliberately responded haughtily, stepping forward to support Elder Piers.

As they exited the office, they coincidentally ran into Adam Piers who arrived hurriedly. Seeing Abigail supporting Elder Piers, he was first stunned and then asked in confusion, “Sister-in-law, why did you come back? Didn’t my brother tell you not to return?”

Realizing he had said too much, Adam glanced awkwardly at the glaring Elder Piers.

“I came back after the competition ended.” Abigail responded casually as if she hadn’t noticed Adam’s embarrassment.

“I heard you won the international competition, congrats!” Adam quickly congratulated, then looked at Elder Piers, “Grandpa, those people are still blocking downstairs. You and Sister-in-law should leave through the side door. I’ll cover for you.”

“Mm.” Elder Piers nodded and turned to Abigail, sighing lightly, “Abigail, you shouldn’t have come back.”

Given the current situation with the Piers, coming back meant getting involved.

“Grandpa, what are you saying? We are family, and family doesn’t speak in formalities.” Abigail knew what Elder Piers was worried about. With the Piers’ turmoil, not returning was fine, but coming back meant getting pulled into the situation.

On her way here, Abigail had read the online comments about Brandon Piers’ incident. They were very unfavorable.

Some even brought up Brandon’s past dealings with Bertha Swift, asserting that Brandon was engaged to Bertha before. It was only after Bertha’s affair with Adam Piers, which led to a fatal incident, that measures were taken to salvage the situation by publicly claiming that it was Master Brandon who was initially involved with Bertha Swift.

There were also gossipy netizens who dug up past news of Brandon spending the night in Bertha Swift’s boudoir, turning the love triangle in wealthy clan into a widely spread scandal, making it a frequent topic during casual conversations.

Abigail, as the genuine fiancee who had once walked the red carpet with Master Brandon in a grand gesture, had long been forgotten.

Previously, people adorned Brandon Piers with a beauty filter. Appearance fanatics tried to justify his actions, complaining that Abigail Green, a 200-pound fatty, was unworthy of Master Brandon.

However, with the emergence of tax evasion and counterfeit medicine news and Brandon being taken by the court, no strong beauty filter would hold in the face of the law. Re-examining Brandon’s and Bertha’s matter, it turned into a scumbag abandoning his fiancee after she gained pregnancy weight. Such character flaws stood out.

Bertha Swift eventually cheating with Adam Piers was deemed a just recompense for the scumbag.

In essence, all sorts of rumors were circulating online, with various castigating angles assembled, turning Brandon Piers into a street rat.

Abigail’s return didn’t affect Brandon much but wasn’t good for her.

Although Elder Piers said Abigail shouldn’t have returned, her return was a comfort to him.

The group split up to go downstairs. Abigail accompanied Elder Piers, while Adam led his assistant to distract the crowd.

They barely managed to avoid the troublemakers blocking downstairs. Unexpectedly, upon exiting through the side door to the underground parking lot, sharp-eyed reporters had been waiting inside. They spotted Elder Piers immediately.

Within moments, Abigail and Elder Piers were surrounded by the swarming reporters.

Luckily, Pullan was prepared, and several bodyguards shielded Abigail and Elder Piers, moving forward with difficulty.

Despite this, the reporters didn’t relent, crazily snapping photos of Elder Piers. Since they were in the underground parking lot, many reporters even used flash.

Worried that Elder Piers wouldn’t handle the stress at his age, Abigail shielded him from the cameras, refusing to comment on any of the reporters’ questions.

Once they were in the car, Abigail sensed something off with Elder Piers and immediately instructed the driver to head to the hospital, performing emergency measures for Elder Piers in the car.

From the rearview mirror, Pullan saw the situation and dared not slack off, speeding out of the reporters’ blockade towards the nearest Piers-owned hospital.

Only upon entering the hospital did the reporters halt.

Elder Piers was rushed to the emergency room. Because of Abigail’s proper handling, he was sent out after half an hour with no major ailments. However, given his age, he couldn’t withstand such ordeals. The doctor forbade him from exertion.

Hearing this, Abigail looked at the exhausted Grayson Piers, “Grandpa, I used to tell you, and you didn’t listen. Now, the doctors are saying it.”

“Hehe, wasn’t I just startled today? Usually, I’m pretty healthy.” Elder Piers chuckled guiltily at Abigail, explaining his condition as a scare.

Abigail observed Elder Piers for a moment, then turned to Pullan, “Contact Kelvin Max and let him arrange for the PR department to issue a press release, focusing on Grandpa having a heart attack caused by reporters’ blockade and subsequent hospitalization.”

“I’ll take care of it right away.” Though Pullan didn’t understand the young mistress’s purpose, since she had arranged it, she must have her reasons.

After Pullan left the ward, Abigail looked at Elder Piers on the hospital bed, “Grandpa, now you can rest, right?”

“I was planning to rest anyway.” Elder Piers greatly admired Abigail’s decisiveness and insight.

He, the old man, sitting in the Piers was initially a gimmick, meant to inform the outside world of the internal and external troubles in the Piers.

After today’s journalist commotion, even if Abigail didn’t have the press release issued, he would have had someone do it.

“Then you should rest well. Leave the rest to Kelvin and Adam.” Seeing Elder Piers didn’t oppose, Abigail breathed a sigh of relief.

She had checked Elder Piers’ health in the car. Although not critically ill, many aspects required attention due to his age. He shouldn’t exert too much physically or mentally.

“Alright.” Elder Piers nodded, with some regret, “I’m afraid we can’t celebrate tonight.”

“We’ll celebrate when things settle down, as a family.” Abigail looked at Elder Piers and answered. Given the Piers’ situation and Brandon being detained, she wasn’t in the mood for celebrations. Previously, it was to comfort Elder Piers.

Hearing Abigail’s mention of family, Grayson Piers patted her hand appreciatively, mouthing, “Good child, good child…”

Regardless of his grandson’s plans, the current Piers were riddled with holes, with his grandson detained. The future was uncertain. Abigail coming back was hard enough. For her to treat them as family now showed tremendous heart.

When that scoundrel came back, he must teach him a good lesson!