Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 570: The Hidden Button under the Suitcase

This realization made Brandon Piers happy, but also caused him pain.

The happiness came from finally understanding it thoroughly after so long, but the pain was from being too late.

Too late.

The people in the restaurant watched Brandon Piers’ ever-changing expressions and didn’t dare to speak. The head chef, not knowing which of his words had triggered the young master, stood there awkwardly.

"Daddy... bababa..."

Because of Brandon Piers, the restaurant was very quiet. As everyone was at a loss about what to do, little Teddy grabbed a handful of soft beans from the kitchen and stuffed them into his mouth, growing happier with each bite. He eventually started shaking his little body, calling "daddy."

What started as "daddy" soon turned into "baba," and his happy demeanor only made the tense atmosphere more anxious. People feared the little one would face anger.

Brandon Piers was snapped out of his thoughts by his son’s calls. Seeing the tense faces around him, he realized he had overreacted. He waved to the head chef. "Go on."

The head chef, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, felt immensely relieved. He restrained the urge to run and reentered the kitchen.

Adam Piers, sitting behind little Teddy, tried hard to make himself inconspicuous. It was terrifying; this monster was too terrifying. For a moment, he thought Satan had descended, causing the restaurant’s temperature to drop sharply. He shivered and got goosebumps despite the well-heated room.

Yet, Teddy, right in front of him, seemed completely unafraid of the monster’s aura. With his chubby hands, he continued to stuff his mouth with soft beans. Occasionally, he’d shake from joy and call out "daddy" again.

In his heart, Adam gave his nephew a thumbs-up. Truly the son of a monster.

"Are you okay?" Old Mr. Smith asked worriedly, seeing his grandson’s pale face.

"I’m fine." Brandon had already collected himself, responding lightly though his voice was slightly hoarse.

Seeing this, Old Mr. Smith refrained from questioning further and sighed lightly. What a mess.

Brandon ignored Old Mr. Smith and looked at his son, whose face was covered in soft bean crumbs, happy as can be. The stern lines of his mouth softened. "What kind of eating is this?"

"Huh? Oh, Teddy, you can’t eat like that." Aunt Claudia, previously frightened by Brandon’s expression, finally came to and hurried to stop the little one.

But this little troublemaker not only didn’t restrain himself, he became even happier. Soft bean crumbs were all over his mouth. Brandon frowned as he got up.

This act of standing up scared many people. They immediately became vigilant, unsure of what the young master intended. To their surprise, he walked over to Adam’s side. "Move."

Adam, who had been trying to reduce his presence, quickly scooted over with his bowl and chopsticks.

Brandon sat next to Teddy, took a wet wipe, and meticulously wiped the little one’s mouth and cheeks clean of crumbs. Then he took the small bowl from Aunt Claudia’s hands. "I’ll feed him."

Aunt Claudia, stunned, handed the spoon to Brandon. She watched the overly handsome young master, who always had an air of detachment from worldly affairs, scoop a spoonful of pumpkin porridge. Imitating her manner, he gently blew on it and fed the little baby, "Teddy, open your mouth, ah."

The little one was in a phase where he loved to eat. Seeing his dad feeding him, he quickly opened his mouth wide to bite the soft spoon and ate happily.

After finishing, he tried grabbing the spoon, but Brandon dodged his small hand and continued feeding.

Seeing this, everyone finally relaxed and began to eat.

Adam, sitting far from the father and son, felt increasingly frightened seeing Brandon like this. Thinking about how the chef had only mentioned that Abigail had cooked for him, he almost lost control out of grief. Couldn’t help but wonder if love was truly that terrifying?

He shook his head. It wasn’t love that was terrifying but this monster’s madness. Was it worth it for a woman? His father had so many home-wrecker mistresses, yet never went mad over one.

However, despite his complaints, he kept quiet.

After feeding Teddy, Brandon ate a little himself without hurrying back to the study. Instead, he played with the little one.

Since he had to take Teddy along, he needed to establish a close relationship in the shortest time to care for him better on the road.

After interacting with the little one, Brandon discovered that although young, children are very sensitive to emotions. The adult’s emotions could quickly affect the child, so to ensure Teddy wasn’t impacted, Brandon tried to be emotionally present while with him.

The father and son got along very well that entire afternoon.

When the little one got tired and went to rest, Brandon finally entered the study and had Pullan open several boxes. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Though Old Mr. Smith had a bad temper, he was meticulous in his actions. He had classified and labeled all of Abigail’s items from elementary school to college and post-graduation.

This made it easier for Brandon to review.

Despite being three large boxes, there were very few personal items belonging specifically to Abigail. Most were books she had used, awards she had received; she didn’t even have many of the diaries young girls loved, mostly just study notes.

From these things, Brandon could see Abigail’s growth was rather mundane. Her college years at Yale had even fewer items.

However, there were quite a few things from her post-graduation years.

After looking through the other boxes, Brandon’s gaze landed on items from Abigail’s years at Sincere. Possibly due to her passing, Old Mr. Smith had actually collected quite a few of Abigail’s belongings despite his hard front. As Brandon browsed, he caught sight of a familiar box and his face changed slightly.

If he remembered correctly, this box was handed to Abigail by Jeffrey Foster before their return to Swallow City, asking her to bring it to Grandpa Smith.

He frowned slightly, reaching out to open the small leather box. He wanted to see what Jeffrey Foster had given Grandpa Smith through Abigail.

Inside were various trophies and banners, leaving Brandon momentarily stunned. Had Jeffrey Foster taken such great lengths to give these to Grandpa Smith?

A strange feeling arose in his heart. Why hadn’t Jeffrey Foster handed them over personally?

Gently caressing the trophies, these were all Abigail’s honors. These were parts of her life that he hadn’t witnessed.

Feeling very complicated, Brandon examined each one. The trophies and banners made Abigail’s life, previously just a series of records, more vivid.

After setting down the last item, Brandon found nothing unusual. As he was about to close the box, he noticed a black button on the box, only a single one, almost blending with the black background. It wouldn’t catch others’ attention, but for someone with his obsessive-compulsive tendencies, it stood out, impossible to ignore.

Brandon hesitated and frowned, "Pullan."

"Here, young master."

Brandon pried off the black button. "Investigate."

One word carried a suppressed anger. Pullan quickly took it and began examining it.