Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 769: I will treat Abigail Green as my own child

Chapter 769: Chapter 769: I will treat Abigail Green as my own child

Eva Bell glanced at the suddenly quiet dining room, her face sour, and sat directly in the center.

Brandon Piers looked at his mother, then lowered his head to continue comforting Teddy. When the little guy smiled, the atmosphere in the room was restored, as if the earlier disturbance had never happened.

But at the large dining table, everyone was getting along comfortably except for Eva Bell. She felt like a transparent person, completely ignored.

This feeling made Eva very uncomfortable. She deliberately made noises, but everyone still acted as if they couldn’t hear her.

After Eva’s third ear-piercing noise with her utensils, Clara Smith calmly wiped her hands. "If someone knew you were in F Nation for the past few years, they would get it. But anybody else would think you came from a slum, forgetting even basic table manners."

Eva’s face darkened at Clara’s words. "How did I not know you loved to fight for justice so much? Those who know would think you’ve taken in a goddaughter. Those who don’t would think she was your own."

"Yes, I consider Abigail Green as my own daughter. If you care at all about whatever bit of sentiment we have left, don’t make trouble for her," Clara retorted without backing down.

Eva was at a loss for words, glaring fiercely at Abigail. She couldn’t understand why this vixen had turned her son upside down and now even won over the iron-willed Clara. Wasn’t it possible she used a love potion?

Abigail felt Eva’s gaze and smiled slightly, with an expression that seemed to say, "I enjoy how you hate me but can’t do anything about it."

Eva, "..."

She was fuming.

Looking at Clara, slightly biting, she said, "Never saw you treat Abigail so well before."

Just after saying this, Eva realized Abigail shared a name with Abigail Green. Before Clara could respond, Eva asked in surprise, "You’re not out of your mind, thinking she’s the same person, just because they have the same name, right?"

Clara, nearly enraged by Eva’s last words, suddenly changed her attitude and gave Eva a strange smile. "Guess."

Eva was almost choked with anger. She threw aside her lady-like upbringing, grabbed a pork bun, and swallowed it aggressively, chewing forcefully as if swallowing Clara along with it.

But before Clara could react to Eva’s behavior, Brandon, who was sitting closest and holding Teddy, froze mid-motion, staring blankly at Eva. Then Teddy burst into ear-splitting sobs in Brandon’s arms.

"Waaah waah... waaah waah waaah..." Teddy wailed, looking at the pork bun half hanging from Eva’s mouth, crying as if the sky were falling.

Eva, startled and genuinely choking, stared at the crying Teddy in confusion. "Cough cough... cough cough cough, what’s wrong with him?"

"You ate his pork bun. It was specially made for the young master by the kitchen," a maid behind her whispered in reminder.

Eva’s face turned a bit awkward, but she stubbornly murmured, "...It’s just a pork bun, isn’t it? We can simply get another one."

"The pork bun was made to match Teddy’s portion size. You ate the last one," the maid reminded again.

Eva, looking at everyone’s eyes on her, angrily glared at the maid. "Did I need your reminder?"

After scolding the maid, Eva turned to the breathless, crying Teddy. "Stop crying. Grandma will get you another one."

She picked up an egg dumpling and offered it to Teddy.

But her tone was hard, and the little guy, already upset, didn’t appreciate it. He kept sobbing, forcing Eva to soften her voice. "Teddy, don’t cry. Grandma was wrong. The egg dumpling is just as delicious. Try it, won’t you...?"

Perhaps sensing the goodwill around him, the little guy’s crying finally subsided, though his eyes remained wary of Eva. Eva saw the opportunity and continued, "Teddy is such a good boy. Grandma’s egg dumpling is tasty. Just try it, try it, ah!"

Eva said, opening her own mouth as she held the egg dumpling to Teddy’s lips.

The little guy hesitated before finally opening his mouth to take a bite. His eyes lit up, and he reached out to grab the egg dumpling, munching on it happily.

Seeing this, Eva sighed in relief, but then noticed the odd atmosphere. She looked up to find everyone staring at her as if she’d just discovered life on another planet, their faces full of shock and disbelief.

Although she had no particular feelings, Eva couldn’t help recalling her recent actions. She was instantly filled with an indescribable embarrassment, especially under Abigail’s amused gaze. She abruptly stood up. "I’m... I’m full!"

Eva walked out of the dining room hastily, looking somewhat disheveled.

Once Eva left, aside from Teddy who was still eating the egg dumpling, everyone else exchanged glances and suddenly burst into laughter.

Abigail, perhaps due to Hayden Bell, felt her resistance to Eva soften slightly. She found that the recent change in Eva wasn’t so detestable.

However, she still wouldn’t let her guard down against Eva until she completely let go of her prejudice.

Eva’s departure didn’t affect the meal’s atmosphere. After dinner, Old Mr. Smith went fishing at Moon Lake. Abigail and Aunt Claudia took the kids for a walk, with Clara Smith being pushed by a servant. Eventually, Aunt Claudia pushed Teddy, and Abigail pushed Clara.

Since the arrival of Old Mr. Smith and Clara, Abigail hadn’t had a good chat with Clara due to the rush of time.

The summer evening darkened slowly; even at 7 p.m., the sky was still bright without clouds. The air was a clear blue with the western sky tinged in a hazy gold, making the estate peaceful and beautiful. Abigail walked leisurely, and the high-quality wheelchair wheels made a gentle sound on the flagstones, accompanied by the laughter of Teddy and Tate ahead.

The atmosphere was so good that Abigail found it an apt moment to talk about the past and life with her mother.

"I saw a photo of Hayden Bell. He is very handsome," Abigail began, unsure if it was a suitable start, but Clara visibly stiffened at her words.

Just as Abigail thought her mother wouldn’t respond, Clara spoke in a slightly aged tone, "Yes, he is very handsome. More handsome than in the photos. I fell in love with him at first sight. He is a genius, not only in music..."

Clara’s mind drifted to the scene of her first meeting with Hayden Bell years ago, a handsome man with an electric guitar on his back, cool and composed yet with the gentlest heart in the world.

Back then, she wondered how such a good man could exist in the world. But their next meeting was in the M Kingdom, their lives having veered off course.

Clara’s voice was soft, tempered by years of life experiences, calm yet not dull. She was no longer that desperate, hysterical woman missing her daughter that Abigail first saw. Her words about Hayden were filled with tenderness and nostalgia.

This reassured Abigail. Even though so much had happened, even though her father might have flawed in the past, in her mother’s eyes, he was still a kind, pure, and handsome young man. Someone she loved, pursued, hurt by, and felt greater pain for.

Compared to the black-and-white photos on Wikipedia and old, blurry videos, Hayden Bell in Clara’s stories seemed more vivid and alive, soothing Abigail’s inexplicable sadness.