Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 428 - Brandon Piers You Have No Shame
Chapter 428: Chapter 428: Brandon Piers, You Have No Shame
Chapter 428 -428: Brandon Piers, You Have No Shame
Brandon Piers, slightly surprised, looked at Abigail after listening and ignored the wound on his back. “Can you be sure?”
“Of course. You didn’t know you had heart surgery before?” Since it was man-made, someone must have operated on Brandon Piers’s body. It had to be either because Brandon was very young at the time or someone he trusted did it.
“According to my grandfather, I was diagnosed with congenital heart disease at birth, and later had heart surgery. But at fifteen, the problem recurred, and I was predicted not to live past thirty. So, I should have had heart surgery.” Brandon Piers frowned.
Abigail shook her head. “Your surgery wasn’t done right after birth. You didn’t have congenital heart disease. It was man-made.”
“You mean?” Brandon trusted Abigail’s judgment. He could question her on other matters, but in cardiac surgery, his chubby girl was an authority.
Abigail didn’t answer Brandon. Instead, she thought of something, squatted down, took a pair of tweezers from her medical kit, and then picked out a chip smaller than a grain of rice from a small box. “Have you seen this thing?”
She was in such a hurry during Brandon’s surgery that she put the chip in her coat pocket, later placing it in the medical kit. But with the engagement, the fallout with Lincoln Green, and the lawsuit against Taylor and her daughter, she almost forgot about the chip.
Brandon hesitated, then nodded. “This is a micro bomb.”
Abigail’s hand holding the tweezers stiffened, and she looked at Brandon in shock. “What… did you say?”
She thought it was just a tracking device but never expected it to be a bomb.
“If I’m not mistaken,” Brandon added.
Abigail hesitantly looked at Brandon. “How powerful is it?”
She needed to know since she had kept it in the medical kit in Teddy’s room.
“Don’t worry. Its size and power are calculated precisely. It would just about blow up a heart.” Brandon shrugged.
“So you know the company that developed it? Can we find out who implanted it in you?” Abigail asked in detail, knowing the bomb wouldn’t harm them.
Brandon felt a bit embarrassed. “I know the developer but not the implanting person. It’s likely those freaks around me.”
Abigail, listening, said, “Since we know the developer, we should be able to find out.”
“Cough, cough. If I remember correctly, I developed this thing when I was ten to scare my sister’s Persian cat.” Brandon felt more embarrassed. Which young master didn’t have a rebellious, mischievous phase?
Abigail’s hand stiffened, thinking she misheard.
Who was bored enough at ten to develop a bomb? No, who could make such a precise device at ten?
She looked at Brandon in disbelief.
“To scare your sister’s Persian cat?” Abigail lightly repeated.
“Yeah. A big, nasty-tempered cat.” Brandon recalled it with disdain.
“Let’s talk about this thing. Since you made it, could others have? How did it end up in your heart? I found 80% of your heart issues were due to its wear and tear. Its material is special; the CT didn’t detect it.” If not for her keen senses, this man might have been killed by it.
“Not sure. It was just a random experiment. And the one in your hand seems to have been upgraded, more advanced.” Brandon’s amber eyes naturally turned cold. No wonder some people acted fearlessly; they knew he had a timed bomb inside him.
Though its power wasn’t huge, it could easily blow up a heart, creating the effect of an unexpected heart attack.
But after all this time, the other side hadn’t killed him. Was it because the device malfunctioned, they had issues, or were they waiting for the right moment?
Brandon thought of someone in prison, his lips curving into a thin smile, which made Abigail uncomfortable. She lightly poked his cheek. “Don’t smile like that. It’s ugly.”
“Really?” Brandon turned to look at Abigail.
“Yes. I prefer your mischievous smile.” At least, it was a real smile, not the cold, detached look which was more chilling than not smiling.
She wasn’t scared but felt a bit heartbroken.
“Like this?” Brandon’s lips curled wickedly as he gave Abigail a wink.
Abigail, unprepared, was electrified, her heart seemingly hit, and her cheeks flushed pink. “Flirty.”
“Ha! You, a chubby girl, have such high standards?” Brandon complained.
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Abigail snapped, “What’s wrong with being chubby? If you have an issue with it, don’t get married!”
“Adorable.” Brandon looked at the angry Abigail, answering cheerfully.
Abigail was stumped, “You…”
“Alright, you don’t need to worry about this. I’ll look into it. Focus on your studies.” Brandon reached out, pinching Abigail’s cheek, loving her soft, rosy appearance.
“Stop pinching my face.” Abigail patted his hand and put the chip back into the small box, handing it to Brandon. “Here, you investigate.”
“Okay. Should I still apply medicine?” Brandon pointed to his back.
Abigail nodded sulkily and began cleaning Brandon’s wound again. Seeing that thing in his heart had already made her realize the Piers family’s situation was grim. Hearing what it was only intensified her feeling that his seemingly glamorous life was truly perilous.
“By the way, is the sister you mentioned your biological sister? You rarely talk about her.” Abigail remembered it was the second time she heard about Brandon’s sister since entering Moon Lake Manor.
“Yes.”
“Why isn’t she in the country?” Abigail thought if Brandon, a monster, looked so good, his sister must be stunning. Her curiosity was piqued.
“Oh, after our father’s death, she and our mother settled abroad.” Brandon replied plainly.
Abigail’s hands stiffened, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s nothing, just past events.” Brandon didn’t mind.
Abigail didn’t know what to say, instead focusing on treating his wound.
When Abigail didn’t speak, Brandon couldn’t help but ask, “Feeling sorry for me?”
“No.” She thought his arrogance wouldn’t evoke sympathy from others.
But Brandon was dissatisfied, “Why not?”
Abigail, “…”
This wasn’t what she expected.
“You should sympathize with me more in the future. Like today at Moon Lake, as my fiancée, I asked for your help, and you ran away?” Brandon was unhappy recalling her reaction then.
Abigail’s face turned pink, “You… shameless.”
“How was asking you to help me up shameless?” Brandon countered.
Abigail, “…” So, did she misunderstand?
