Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 380 - : Unreliable to Level Up as a Dad
Chapter 380: Chapter 380: Unreliable to Level Up as a Dad
An hour later.
The downstairs noise had quieted down. Abigail lazily spoke, “Time’s up. Send them away.”
Pullan quickly went upstairs with the two men. In the walk-in closet, the three men were stunned.
The large walk-in closet was covered in clothes, shoes, and bags. The two women lay each in a corner.
Downstairs, Ruby Green had appeared well-dressed and groomed despite her shrieking. But now, a large chunk of her bangs had been yanked out, exposing her scalp. The remaining hair stuck to her forehead, and her makeup was smeared; she looked like a ghost crawling out of a TV at midnight.
Diana Edith wasn’t any better. Her face was full of alarming scratches, making her already plain, aged face look even more grotesque. She was panting heavily, still cursing under her breath.
Looking at the ruined clothes and bags on the floor, Pullan twitched. This wasn’t just two women dissing each other; it looked like the aftermath of a full-on brawl.
The three men simultaneously concluded that it was best not to provoke crazy women.
Terrifying.
Just as Pullan was contemplating this, Ruby suddenly turned her head and glared fiercely at him, “Fat bitch’s lackey.”
Ha!
The iron-willed Pullan was disgruntled. He looked at Ruby on the floor, “Our madam may be fat, but she’s still prettier than you.”
Ruby, “… Who are you calling ugly?”
“You, ugly freak.” Pullan looked at the mess on the floor, “You both have two minutes to collect your things and leave. Otherwise, I’ll handle it, and your belongings will be confiscated as villa property.”
Ruby wanted to argue with Pullan but instinctively looked at her things upon hearing his threat. She saw Pullan raise his watch, “The countdown starts now.”
“You…” Ruby was fuming. She thought everyone was blind. Hearing what he said next, she realized that if she didn’t take her things within two minutes, they would be left behind. She got up immediately, grabbed her two suitcases, and limped out.
Seeing this, Diana ignored the pain on her face, dragged her snakeskin bag, and quickly stuffed the last bag she had snatched earlier into it, then trotted downstairs.
Pullan, seeing this, snorted and followed them downstairs.
As Ruby rushed downstairs, she glanced resentfully at Abigail, remembering the ‘period’ promise. Just then, she heard Pullan counting down, “Ten, nine, eight… ”
Forgetting everything else, she frantically carried her two large suitcases and ran out of the villa.
At that moment, Clark Stone slowly regained consciousness. He saw Ruby rushing out like the wind. His whole body ached as he groaned and saw Abigail lazily standing there, “You…”
“Pullan, also escort Master Stone out,” Abigail didn’t give Clark a chance to speak.
Pullan, who had already come downstairs, grabbed Clark by the collar, was about to lift him but realized they were of similar height. His small eyes pondered for a moment, then changed his grip and dragged him out of the villa.
Abigail, “… all right then.”
Pullan dragged Clark out and saw Ruby and Diana panting on the ground. He snickered, his small eyes gleaming mischievously, and threw Clark right in between the two of them.
Unluckily, Clark’s fall landed on Ruby’s leg.
Ruby, earlier nearly strangled to death by Clark, humiliated by Abigail, then bitten by her own servant, was enraged. She immediately raised her hand and slapped Clark’s face, “You foul man! How dare you choke me!”
Clark, injured by Pullan’s kick, was too powerless to fight back. He could only glare hatefully at Ruby.
Seeing this, Diana quietly got up, dragged her snakeskin bag, and quickly grabbed one of Ruby’s large suitcases, running away swiftly.
By the time Ruby reacted and tried to chase after her, Diana had run far. Enraged, Ruby kicked Clark hard, forgetting about her own injured leg and almost falling again. She got up awkwardly, dragging her only remaining suitcase and hatefully chasing after Diana.
Having witnessed all this, Abigail’s face showed no smile. She only felt everything was ridiculous and mocking. After a moment, she sighed lightly and said to Pullan, “Go find the remaining servants in this house. Pay them their remaining wages from my account, and hire some reliable ones to take care of this house.”
Looking at the mess in the villa and the heavy memories it evoked, Abigail felt suffocated. She turned to leave but suddenly remembered what the Midsummer Trust people had said. She went upstairs to the storage room to look for the old phone.
There hadn’t been much change. The mother and daughter likely hadn’t entered since she left, and no one had cleaned it. It still exuded a heavy, moldy smell.
Abigail gazed at the small, one-meter-wide bed, as if she were looking at the past ten years of Abigail Green’s life.
From initial confusion and struggle to gradual resignation and finally absolute despair, maybe because she possessed all of Abigail Green’s memories, Abigail could clearly feel her feelings.
These days, sometimes she couldn’t tell if she was Abigail or Abigail Green.
Sometimes Abigail would think that maybe she was indeed Abigail Green.
Due to some reasons, part of her consciousness lived in Abigail’s body, and after Abigail’s death, she returned to her true self.
This thought was absurd, yet it occasionally entangled Abigail’s mind.
Like now, as she looked at this room, all her emotions weren’t about Abigail Green, but about herself.
She stood there, watching the small figure in her memory cry, fear, cower, and crave for her father’s love while missing her mother so dearly. It was real—it was Abigail Green’s past and her own past.
They had both been weak and helpless. Abigail Green chose to give up, while she chose to be strong.
Life was full of flavors, and she wanted to taste more.
The world was full of wonders, and she wanted to see more.
After a long time, Abigail composed herself, found her old, abandoned phone, and gave the room where Abigail Green had slept for ten years one last glance. Looking at the dim room unchanged for a decade, she softly murmured, “Goodbye, Abigail Green.”
Then gently closed the door.
On the way back, Pullan clearly felt that the madam was in a bad mood.
After much hesitation, he sent a message to the second young master.
Brandon Piers, after Abigail’s comment about staying to care for the child, had devoted his entire afternoon to entertaining young Teddy by playing a hide-and-seek game. This made Teddy laugh hysterically all afternoon, while Aunt Claudia kept smiling like an aunt on the side.
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The father and son were having a great time when suddenly his phone rang. Brandon glanced at it and quickly stood up, holding his phone in one hand and tucking his son under his armpit with the other as he walked out, scaring Aunt Claudia enough to give her chills, “Uh, Master…”
“Hmm?” Brandon looked back, puzzled.
Aunt Claudia, troubled, pointed at Teddy who was tucked under Brandon’s armpit like a toy, “You have urgent matters. Maybe put Teddy down?”
“Oh, no need.” Brandon said, striding outside.
Aunt Claudia tensely followed, her eyes on Teddy as if saying, wait till Aunt Claudia rescues you, wait till Aunt Claudia rescues you,.
“Hehehe.”
Teddy showed no appreciation.
