Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 811 Abigail Meets Young Hayden Bell

Abigail stood on the bustling street corner, completely bewildered. How had she time-traveled?

If the previous rebirth had given her a new life, what was this current situation? She was about to marry Brandon Piers, which should have been a joyous resolution, but now this sudden twist? And there were her elderly grandparents, little Teddy, and that man Brandon...

Abigail could hardly bear to think what Brandon would do if something happened to her!

Her initial shock at hearing the name Hayden Bell was quickly replaced by the panic of possibly having time-traveled. Standing in an unknown place with her mind in turmoil, she hadn’t even noticed being pushed by the crowd into a staff entryway until a staff member grabbed her. The person sized up her striking appearance and her clothes, "You must be a member of Sky, right? Hurry up, the concert is about to start, why are you still here?"

Without waiting for Abigail to explain, the person dragged her hurriedly toward the backstage.

The music festival scene in the eighties was much rougher compared to the modern day, the backstage was sparsely decorated, but it didn’t affect the professionalism of the singers or the enthusiasm of the audience.

In the midst of various noisy clamors, Abigail never found a chance to explain to the staff and was simply ushered into the backstage. "I, um..."

"Hayden, I brought her here, get ready quickly, you’re on in twenty minutes." Abigail had barely started speaking when she was interrupted; the next moment, she was pushed into a makeup room and the door slammed shut behind her.

Abigail stared at the closed door, "..."

Completely bewildered.

"Ernie?" Just as Abigail was staring blankly at the door, a tentative voice came from behind her.

Abigail turned around and saw three handsome young men, although their style was somewhat indescribable, reflecting the popular trends of the eighties. Maybe it was considered fashionable at the time, but for a modern, cultured university student like Abigail, their current styling just seemed... outdated.

However, no matter how outdated, handsome is still handsome. In an instant, her gaze was drawn to the man in the middle, who was looking down and tuning his electric guitar. Among the three, he was the only one who didn’t react, but was also the most attractive. Yet, this wasn’t what drew Abigail’s focus. The real reason was that his face was too familiar to her.

After learning that Hayden Bell was her biological father, Abigail had looked up a lot of information about him, seen photos of him in various styles, and watched all the videos available of him, but she never imagined she’d one day see him in person. freewebnoveℓ.com

The living kind.

Abigail stared blankly at Hayden, completely forgetting to answer the others until her intense gaze finally caught Hayden’s attention.

Hayden looked up to see a strange girl, then frowned, "Who is she? Who let her in here?"

The bass player who had earlier called Abigail ’Ernie’ already realized the mistake, "Yeah, who are you?"

"Could she be one of Hayden’s crazy fans? Dressed up as Ernie?" the drummer raised an eyebrow.

Upon hearing this, Hayden’s frown deepened, "Whoever you are, please leave!"

Abigail was initially startled by Hayden’s overly pleasing voice, then realized she had no way to explain, "I..."

"Never mind her for now, why hasn’t Ernie arrived yet? We’re about to start, she’s so unreliable," the bass player couldn’t help but complain.

"I told you guys before; she has been hanging out a lot with BULE’s group lately, you didn’t believe me, and now look what’s happened," just as the bass player finished speaking, a whining man behind Hayden stepped out, appearing rather indignant.

The bassist rolled his eyes and thought to himself, just because you said it, that’s why we don’t believe you.

It was only then that Abigail noticed that there was someone behind Hayden Bell.

"Now is not the time to complain. Whit, try to contact Ernie again, Perkin, you go ask the organizers if there is a keyboardist we can borrow," Hayden paused, then looked at the drummer, "Crazy, be prepared to change the song."

"Change the song?" The drummer, called Crazy, got a bit excited, "Hayden, no! This song is both your creation and ours. We chose to debut it at this music festival to make a name for ourselves. If we change now, all the subsequent promotions will have to be redone, and we might not even achieve the impact we have today."

"Exactly, and the company only gave us this one chance," Whit also objected.

Hayden fell silent, his voice slightly hoarse, "This is a pop song, without the keyboardist it loses its original flavor, I don’t want to give the audience an incomplete song."

"But..."

"No more buts, I’ve already decided." Hayden glanced at the time, "We go on in twenty minutes, Ernie won’t make it, even if we find a keyboardist on site without practice it’s futile," although he had made this decision, the pain in his eyes was more severe than anyone else’s.

Because, compared to them, this might be his last chance.

Abigail, standing by the side, heard everything, many thoughts ran through her head, including about this music festival.

Due to her exceptional memory, different from others, such that during Hayden’s brief life she could remember this music festival, which could arguably be seen as a major turning point in Hayden’s life.

Before this music festival, he was an admired newcomer in the music scene, but after it, due to his disobedience to the company’s arrangements and changing the song on his own, all promotions ceased, teammates left one after the other, the song originally meant for him was given to a rival band, and it became a hit, causing his career to plummet and gradually fade away.

And this moment was precisely that turning point in Hayden’s life.

Even though Abigail didn’t know why she came, the past which she once couldn’t change, now that she had the opportunity, how could she not seize it? Thus, right after Hayden announced his decision, Abigail timidly raised her hand, asking quietly, "May I say something?"

The atmosphere in the makeup room was tense, because of Hayden’s words it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, suddenly hearing the girl’s voice, everyone looked at her simultaneously.

Abigail smiled awkwardly, "Well... I can play the piano, and also know a bit of electronic keyboard, I don’t know if I can help you guys?"

Both Whit and Crazy’s eyes lit up, only to hear Perkin’s tsukkomi, "Even if you can play the keyboard, what’s the use? We’re about to go on stage, and you haven’t practiced with us, do you even know the score?"

Perkin’s words once again dampened everyone’s spirits, and Hayden remained silent as well.

But Abigail apologetically said, "Well... I’m a hidden fan of Hayden, I have overheard your rehearsals, so... I know a bit."

Abigail of course hadn’t actually overheard their rehearsals, but that song became too popular in future years, commoners would hum it, and since she had learned that piece at Youth Palace and knew it was Hayden’s song, she specifically sought out his version and listened to it a few times.

Her memory was usually good, though she was afraid of being a bit rusty from years without touching a keyboard.

"What’s a hidden fan?" Whit unexpectedly asked.

"Is that the point?" Crazy pushed him aside and walked excitedly towards Abigail, "Is everything you’re saying true?"

"Well... It’s been a few years since I’ve used a keyboard, I need to try," Abigail felt nervous internally, she wouldn’t hesitate to perform surgery on these folks right there, but playing the piano made her quite unsure.

But the few people in the room were obviously treating a dead horse as a living one for medical treatment. As soon as she finished speaking, the drummer, nicknamed "Crazy," handed her the keyboard.

There wasn’t much time, and Abigail didn’t hesitate. Relying on her memory, she played the tune. At first, it was a bit clumsy, but soon her movements became smooth.

After finishing, she instinctively looked at Hayden Bell. He was looking at her, and Abigail caught the surprise in his eyes. Her heart settled instantly, and she asked softly to the man who was her father, "Can I do it?"

Even though it was a common question, Abigail couldn’t help but fill it with hopeful longing. In her two lifetimes, she had never enjoyed the favor of a father, nor had she been encouraged or affirmed by anyone she called father. Originally, she thought she didn’t need it, but upon seeing Hayden, she found herself involuntarily craving for it.

Perhaps it is undeniable that every girl’s heart harbors a desire to be praised by her father.

"Not bad, we have ten minutes left, let’s run through it together, if you’re okay then you’ll perform," Hayden Bell paused for a moment as he met the eyes of the beautiful girl and then confirmed his answer.

The other two immediately responded.

However, their manager and makeup stylist was somewhat disdainful, "I think you guys should wait for Ernie."

But the other three didn’t mind him and quickly got into position to practice.

They all knew this was their last chance.

With the earlier adaptation, Abigail was much more comfortable with the keyboard, and being genuinely familiar with the original song, the four coordinated unexpectedly smoothly. Even Hayden, usually restrained, showed an impressed look.

For the first time coordinating with the band, Abigail herself didn’t expect to have such a talent, her eyes shining as she looked at Hayden.

Hayden, facing the girl’s eyes asking for praise, was startled at first, then inexplicably his heart softened, "Not bad, it’ll be you."

Abigail didn’t expect Hayden to actually agree, and upon hearing it, she excitedly blurted out, "Thank you, dad."

Everyone in the makeup room, "..."

Abigail herself was also stunned, not expecting calling Hayden "dad" to come out so naturally, although she had never called anyone that before. She felt a bit embarrassed and scratched her ear, "I got a bit excited."

"You scared me, I thought Hayden had secretly had a kid behind our backs," Whit clutched his chest.

The Crazy drummer kicked Whit, "Are you silly, even if Hayden had a kid, could he have one this big?"

Abigail didn’t dare to say a word, but thought to herself, I really am his kid, only she couldn’t possibly explain to these old-school guys what was happening to her.

Hayden glanced at the two of them, and after they shut up, he looked at the girl with complicated eyes and coughed lightly, resting his fist on his chin, "Get ready to go on stage."

"Are you guys crazy? Do you really want to use a girl with no experience?" Perkin panicked, he didn’t expect Hayden to stick with the plan instead of switching it up for someone whose origin he didn’t know.

"There’s no time for makeup, tie up your hair and put this on," Hayden ignored the manager and said to Abigail, then suddenly asked, "What’s your name?"

"I am..." Abigail was about to say her name was Abigail, but changed her mind at the last moment, "My name is Abigail Bell."

"Ha, even the surname is the same, and have you noticed that she even looks strangely similar to Hayden?" Whit sighed.

The madman glanced at Abigail and nodded in surprise.

Hayden Bell gave Abigail another look, said nothing, but instead picked up the electric guitar. Abigail obediently tied up her hair, but froze when she looked into the mirror.

The person in the mirror wasn’t the body of Abigail Green she had grown accustomed to, but her own, much younger than before, quite similar to the current age of Abigail Green. No wonder Whit said she looked like Hayden.

Of course, after all, he is her real father.

"Come on, Abby, don’t be nervous, just treat it like fun," Whit said, seeing Abigail staring into the mirror, and gently patted her shoulder to urge her.

Abigail snapped back to reality and met Hayden’s gaze, scratching her ears awkwardly, "I’ll do my best, don’t worry."

"Mhm." Hayden nodded, striding elegantly beside Whit, reminding her to keep up.

Abigail intentionally lagged a few steps behind, observing his lean silhouette. Although Hayden is reserved now, one can tell that he is inherently gentle and soft, not yet fallen into the hellish vices and still holding his own firm beliefs in music, a handsome and trustworthy man.

"Phew..."

Backstage, Abigail finally began to feel nervous, took a deep breath; enveloped by an indescribable emotion, she was about to perform on stage with her young father.

Just the thought made Abigail’s blood boil.

"Don’t be afraid," amidst the deafening noise, Hayden suddenly whispered in her ear. Despite the surrounding din, Abigail heard it clearly.

He said not to be afraid, and her eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

In her life, she had faced countless challenges. As a child, her grandfather always pushed her to excel and never allowed her to show fear or weakness. As she grew, she rebelled against him and stubbornly went to the M Kingdom; since then, every decision was hers to make, never allowing herself to be afraid.

As an adult, she was accustomed to the surgical theater, familiar with blood and the separation of life and death, oblivious to the concept of fear. Until she met Brandon Piers, who always worried about this and that for her, but that was different from the support her father provided.

It was the first time Abigail realized what it felt like to have a father.

Even though he did not yet know her.

Hayden didn’t understand why his few words had brought tears to the young girl’s eyes, but the host had already called their band’s name. It was not the time for more words, he ruffled Abigail’s hair, "Give it your best."

With that, he jumped onto the stage first, followed by the others, Abigail touched her moist eyes and kept pace.

"Hayden Bell, Hayden Bell..." As soon as they appeared, the fans below started shouting frantically.

Deafening.

Abigail rubbed her ears, took her position by the keyboard as instructed, and looked at Hayden, holding the electric guitar, at the center stage. The man was incredibly handsome, worthy of unparalleled elegance, she could somewhat understand why her mother still thought of him after all these years.

How could such a beautiful person meet such a violent end, Abigail didn’t know why she was here, nor whether all this was reality or a dream, but whatever it was, she was determined to protect this man.