abcnovels
Chapter 143: Is the Little Fatty a Devil?
Chapter 143: Is the Little Fatty a Devil?
Chapter 143: Chapter 143: Is the Little Fatty a Devil?
“`
Abigail did not stop.
She cut the curtains and then surveyed the hospital room, pushing the coffee table askew.
That wasn’t enough. Seeing the man’s beautiful face on the verge of collapse, Abigail suddenly approached and thrust a knife into Brandon Piers’ pants leg.
Brandon’s breathing became unsteady, his chest rising and falling, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead from the pain.
Abigail appeared as if she hadn’t seen it. She slashed down, tearing half of Brandon’s pants leg.
The man could no longer bear it. “Abigail Green!”
Just uttering these three words made Brandon feel even more pain in his chest.
Abigail gave Brandon a gentle smile, her bright black almond eyes full of harmlessness. She spoke to Brandon, word by word, “I’m changing the condition. During the second young master’s hospital stay, nothing in this room is to be moved or changed. Can you do that?”
Brandon took a deep breath, his tongue pressing against his molars. “Are you sure? I will only agree to one condition. Don’t waste it.”
“Whether it’s wasted or not is my concern, second young master. You don’t need to worry.” Abigail looked at the uncomfortable Brandon, and her previously unpleasant mood finally eased a bit.
“Thirty million!” Brandon gritted his teeth.
“I don’t need money.” Abigail had been busy taking care of Teddy and hadn’t had time to deal with her shares. She’d heard from the Midsummer Trust that there were some documents requiring her signature to take full effect.
Once those contracts were effective, she would hold five percent of the Piers shares. Would she need money?
Ridiculous!
Brandon took a deep breath. “Change it to something else.”
“You say Grandfather Piers believes I saved your life. If I accidentally damaged something in the old house, the old man wouldn’t blame me, right?” Abigail asked sincerely, looking at the man on the bed whose face was growing paler.
One sentence made Brandon shiver.
He had come to understand this little chubby woman somewhat these past few days. If he didn’t agree today, who knows what she’d do to the old house. He could tolerate a ruined hospital room, but the old house?
How could he tolerate that!
Brandon had never thought in his life that he’d be so helplessly threatened by a little chubby woman. He owed her a tremendous debt, and she was Teddy’s biological mother. He couldn’t lay a finger on her.
Closing his eyes tightly, Brandon opened them again to meet those excessively beautiful almond eyes. “Fine.”
“Thank you, second young master,” Abigail said. But her eyes flicked at the man unkindly, full of disdain.
Brandon felt thoroughly uncomfortable under her gaze. But when he looked down, there was the slashed blanket; when he looked up, there were the diagonally cut curtains. Turning his head, the coffee table was askew. Even the apple basket, with apples all the same size, now had half an apple thrown in it.
He felt miserable.
Brandon felt particularly miserable. He wanted to close his eyes, but his mind was filled with the images of things in the room either askew or crooked. In the end, he could only look at Abigail’s face.
The little chubby woman had no particular merits, but she was symmetrical.
Symmetrical eyes, symmetrical chubby cheeks, even her chest… was more symmetrical than average. And her legs, evenly plump, were pleasant to look at.
Brandon finally let out a breath of relief.
Abigail seemed to have guessed his thoughts. Her large, watery eyes suddenly gave Brandon an unexpected wink.
Brandon had been trying to avoid thinking about the awful room and focused entirely on Abigail. Suddenly being winked at, his heart inexplicably skipped a beat, as if he had been electrified.
The next moment, he saw Abigail let down her hair, then divide it in the middle, tying up one half and letting the other half flow down.
Brandon thought, “…”
Having believed he’d barely survived on the operating table, Brandon now felt he was about to die from a heart attack.
This little chubby woman had to be the devil!