Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 489 - We were invited how about you
Chapter 489: Chapter 489: We were invited, how about you?
Chapter 489: Chapter 489: We were invited, how about you?
Celia Agatha turned around and saw more than a dozen classmates staring at her, each holding a gift marked with the Moon Lake Manor emblem. She froze instantly.
A thought came to her mind. Maybe the second master didn’t know that Abigail Green had invited her cousin to host an event at Moon Lake Manor. If she made a fuss, Abigail’s relative might get fired, and others would be kicked out of the manor, too.
Even if she couldn’t get in, she would make sure others wouldn’t have a good time either!
But it had been five hours since they had arrived at the manor and got entangled. Not only did she not see them being kicked out in embarrassment, but she also saw their faces filled with joy and barely concealed excitement.
Did they really play inside the manor and even eat?
“Why are you here?” Sally Hood never liked Celia Agatha, and after the fuss in the morning, she hadn’t expected her to come.
“I… if you can come, why can’t I?” Celia responded awkwardly.
“We were invited, what about you?” Lena Locke asked, resting her head on her hand as she hadn’t fully stepped out of the car.
As soon as Lena Locke finished speaking, more than a dozen pairs of eyes turned to Celia Agatha.
“I…”
“Are these your classmates? Since they are out, miss, can you leave now? This is a private manor; no invitations, no entry.” The security captain, speaking with a heavy northeastern accent, drove her away again before she could explain.
Celia’s face turned red in an instant. She glared at him in humiliation before walking away.
“Pfft.”
Someone couldn’t hold back and laughed.
Then others followed suit, laughing as well, while Abigail frowned at Celia Agatha’s limping figure.
Celia Agatha, walking ahead, was so furious that her face was twisted. Worse still, her eight-centimeter high heels had already rubbed her heels raw on the way up, and now she had to walk back…
But the others had already gotten into the luxury cars of Moon Lake Manor.
Watching those cars pass by her, Celia Agatha felt both envious and jealous. Yet, she couldn’t swallow her pride to stop any of the cars and could only bite her lip and walk forward.
The last car was driven by Pullan, who was taking Old Mr. Smith and Mrs. Han.
Abigail really wanted her grandfather to stay one more night, but Old Mr. Smith, recalling the scene he witnessed last time he stayed overnight, was adamant about leaving.
With no other option, Abigail had Pullan take them.
Watching her grandfather and Mrs. Han get into the car, Abigail reminded Pullan once more. The car slowly left, and shortly after it exited the manor, it stopped beside Celia Agatha. “Miss Swift, please get in the car.”
“I…” Celia Agatha wanted to refuse but hesitated between her pride and her sore feet.
Pullan recalled the young lady’s words. “Miss Swift, don’t worry. The car only has Old Mr. Smith and Mrs. Han. They won’t tell your classmates.”
“…Alright then.” Celia Agatha reluctantly nodded, considering Old Mr. Smith was in the car.
Old Mr. Smith, seeing the limping girl getting into the car, scolded, “Fool.”
Celia Agatha was angry but wilted when she saw Old Mr. Smith’s face. “You… Are you really the highly respected figure in traditional Flowery medicine? Your words are so harsh.”
“What’s with all the ‘you’s? If you don’t get in now, you can crawl back on your own.” Old Mr. Smith didn’t care about showing courtesy to the younger generation, especially this little troublemaker who bullied his granddaughter.
Celia Agatha was fuming inside, but she didn’t have the nerve to offend Old Mr. Smith. She could only climb into the car with great grievance.
Old Mr. Smith snorted again, seeing the young girl sulking at the front without saying a word, just like Abigail used to sulk around him, his expression grew somber.
Seeing the young kids’ laughter and cheer today, he realized that Abigail had never laughed so heartily. Even at the most carefree age, she never seemed as happy as other kids.
Even today, standing among her peers, playing and laughing, there was an inherent sense of aloofness about her, setting her apart from the other kids.
This filled him with immense guilt.
After all these years, for the first time, he wondered if his way of educating her was wrong.
And there was also Jeffrey Foster, who always made Old Mr. Smith feel uneasy.
The journey went by without Old Mr. Smith noticing when they dropped off Celia Agatha. He returned gloomily to the Courtyard House and went directly to his room.
He opened the box Abigail had given him from its corner, filled with trophies and banners.
Old Mr. Smith paused and took out each trophy, gently caressing them while muttering, “Abigail, Grandpa was wrong; Grandpa let you down. If only Grandpa hadn’t insisted on you inheriting the Smith family’s legacy. Why did I force you to do things even your mother couldn’t? Where is the importance of medical skills compared to my Abigail…”
As he muttered, Old Mr. Smith’s eyes turned red.
Jeffrey Foster, who got a beating at Moon Lake Manor today and was sent out of the manor under the guise of medical treatment by Brandon Piers, was also in a foul mood. He had hoped to use today’s opportunity to resolve Old Mr. Smith’s grudge against him, so he could often visit in the future and gradually share some truths with the old man without having to achieve it through other means.
But he hadn’t expected Old Mr. Smith to be so resolute.
There was something strange, though. Although he saw Grandpa Smith’s expression soften a bit, why did he become even angrier after seeing Abigail?
With a clear yet puzzled look on his handsome face, his phone suddenly beeped. Pulling on his coat to cover his bruised back, his slender and clean fingers tapped on the phone. The usual pitch-black screen suddenly lit up, showing an old hand caressing Abigail’s trophy. He was momentarily stunned.
After all this time, Old Mr. Smith finally opened the things he had sent back to the Courtyard House.
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Listening to Old Mr. Smith’s murmuring about Abigail’s matters, an emotion broke through the ever-gentle and polite expression on Jeffrey Foster’s face, revealing a look of long-suppressed pain.
On the other end, unaware, Old Mr. Smith continued to mutter, “Seeing you play so happily with the kids today, Grandpa felt both relieved and sad. These are things you should have had ten years ago, but now you need to change your identity to get them; it’s all Grandpa’s fault. I made you endure such hardship, being ridiculed in someone else’s skin… It’s all Grandpa’s fault…”
Bang!
Listening to the old man’s ramblings, Jeffrey Foster was sinking into his own torment. But as he listened, his expression changed!
Especially at the last sentence. His phone fell onto the table with a bang, and he quickly picked it up, staring hard at the old face on the screen. “What… What do you mean?”
“But maybe it’s for the best. With a new identity, this old man can’t interfere with you anymore. That Piers boy is far better than anybody from the Foster family. He has good judgment; this puts Grandpa at ease…”
While Old Mr. Smith continued to murmur, Jeffrey Foster tightly gripped his phone. So, he wasn’t mistaken. Abigail Green was indeed the Abigail he knew!
He wasn’t wrong, wasn’t wrong…
