Chapter 32: She wants to be fat?
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The more Ruby Green thought about it, the angrier she became, clutching the bedsheet tightly, with a layer of venomous resentment rolling out from the depth of her eyes; she glared at Abigail Green. She was certain that this fat bitch had used some means.
Unexpectedly, whether due to anger or not, the leg that was already fractured twice suddenly began to cramp, “Ah, mom, it hurts so much …”
Ruby Green moaned in pain. Her swollen cheeks turned purplish-red. Tiny beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. She was writhing in pain on the bed.
Rose Taylor, who was still seeking comfort in Lincoln Green’s arms, abruptly came back to her senses when she saw Ruby’s condition, “Dear …”
Lincoln Green quickly helped Rose to the head of the bed and pressed the call bell. In no time, the doctors surged into the room.
Brandon Piers got up. There wasn’t much emotion on his exquisitely handsome face, but as he passed by Abigail, he said, “Let’s go.”
Abigail examined the man from head to toe, trying to gauge his thoughts, but to no avail. She glanced at Lincoln Green, who was nervously paying attention to Ruby along with Rose, shrugged her shoulders, and followed him.
Ben looked at Mark, and Mark looked at Ben. Should we go too?
No way, we’re staying around for the long haul!
Outside the ward, Pullan came to meet them, “Kelly has been looking for Miss Green a few times.”
“Hmm.” Brandon nodded, then turned to Abigail, “Have you made up your mind?”
“The salary is pretty good, so I’ve accepted. Since Master Brandon gave me face today, naturally, I should return present for present.”
“Smart.” Brandon mouthed, pleased. His upright posture and stunningly gorgeous features caused the nurses around to turn their heads frequently.
Abigail remained silent.
Brandon had already realized that this woman was not as simple as she appeared. He wasn’t too bothered and simply instructed Pullan to “drive Miss Green back to the old mansion.”
“Can I get a taxi myself? I don’t like being dropped off halfway,” Abigail remarked calmly, with an undertone of sarcasm.
Brandon pressed the back of his finger against his nose. “Pick me up later.”
He was speaking to Pullan.
“Yes, sir. Dean Foster is waiting for you. He said the surgical plan is ready.” Pullan reported.
Abigail paused as she prepared to leave. “Dean Foster is performing the surgery on you, himself?”
Brandon just remembered that this chubby girl has previously offered to treat his illness. Seeing Ruby suddenly start cramping wasn’t a coincidence, he began to find her interesting. “Why? Do you want to come?”
“Is it not allowed?” It turned out that he hadn’t taken her words to heart at all. Their two-month agreement had just been lip service.
Brandon didn’t respond, but his gaze fell on Abigail’s chubby fingers. It seemed he was wondering, can those chubby hands of yours handle a surgical knife?
Abby’s face flushed with anger.
She was fat because she wanted to be, right?
Abby turned and walked away. She vowed she’d make this man beg her to perform surgery on him one day.
Brandon raised an eyebrow, a trace of amusement curling at the corners of his lips. The little fat girl was quite proud.
Pullan stared at his young master’s smiling face, stepped back in shock, and thought to himself, was he possessed? What made him so cheerful towards a chubby girl?
But Brandon didn’t seem to notice Pullan’s reaction. He pointed towards the back of Abby and said, “You know what, she has the most symmetrical legs I’ve ever seen, with less than 0.01CM of difference.”
I wonder if they will be as symmetrical when she’s thin?
Her chest is symmetrical too.
Yes, and those peach blossom eyes.
Pullan, “…” What does that have to do with your unabashedly joyful smile?
“Pullan.” Brandon suddenly changed his tone.
“Yes, sir.” Pullan stood up straight, maintaining the standard of an army posture.
“What are you still doing here? Get out.”
Pullan hurried off to catch up with Abigail, grumbling to himself, where’s the gentleman? Fake!
And just as Miss Green said it, the young master is sick! Seriously ill.