Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 446 - Get out and go back to your man and

Chapter 446: Chapter 446: Get out and go back to your man and child

Chapter 446 -446: Get out and go back to your man and child

Three people had annoyed the old man quite a bit. In the end, it was Mom Han who took them to tour the old man’s yard.

The yard, over two hundred square meters, dedicated a small part to living, and the rest was all related to traditional Flowery medicine, from the pharmacy to the acupuncture room.

Even the flowerbeds did not grow flowers but medicinal herbs.

Lena Locke looked around with great interest, even Sophie Hope’s eyes gleamed with hidden excitement. However, every corner of this place was a memory for Abigail.

Half an hour later, the old man had finally calmed down.

When they came out, Mom Han was sharing her handmade mugwort cakes with them, and the three were eating with special joy.

Looking at these three carefree little fellows, the old man realized that getting angry with them was futile. At least getting angry with Mom Han would be meaningful, as she would worry about his health.

But these girls? They just cared about eating.

“Ahem, ahem, ahem…” Grandpa Smith deliberately coughed a few times to remind these foodies that he had come out.

Lena Locke heard and turned back with joy. “Grandpa Smith, Mom Han’s green cakes are so good. Do you want some?”

“Hmph.” The old man snorted arrogantly. At least they remembered to ask him; they were not entirely heartless.

Abigail couldn’t help but laugh, “Well, are you going to eat or not?”

She and Mom Han knew very well that grandpa loved this most, but he was always restricted due to his age.

“Troublemakers.” The old man cursed under his breath and glared at Mom Han.

Mom Han smiled and responded, “Don’t worry, we saved some for you.”

“Hmph.”

The three others laughed together.

After finishing the pastries, the old man turned to the three of them, “Since I have already put it out there, you three will follow me to learn some pharmacology and techniques of traditional Flowery medicine. Traditional Flowery medicine differs from Western medicine; one needs to study from a young age. But you haven’t had the chance, so it’s unlikely you will achieve great success. Fortunately, you are systematically learning Western medicine in medical school. With what I teach, you’ll still be able to treat and save lives.”

The three finally looked serious.

The old man did not speak much since it was getting late. He arranged for them to come over for lessons during weekends and whenever else they had time, making the schedule quite relaxed.

Lena Locke exhaled deeply; she had been worried that the old man was fierce and strict, but it seemed she had misunderstood Grandpa Smith.

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Only Abigail remained silent. She knew better than anyone her grandpa’s intention in accepting students, feeling more and more sorrowful for him.

She sighed inwardly, wondering why he was so stubborn at such an old age.

Feeling his granddaughter’s gaze, the old man snorted, “Enough. That’s it for today. Get out now.”

Sophie Hope stood up, “Lena and I have something to do and plan to go to the mall. I booked a car. Abigail, what about you?”

“I… I need to go home. It’s getting late. Why don’t you let Pullan drive you?” Abigail said with some concern.

“Sophie. We…” Do we need anything else?

“No need. See you at school tomorrow.” Sophie pulled Lena outside.

Abigail shrugged helplessly at their departing backs and turned to ask her grandpa, “So… I should go too?”

“I’ll see you off.” Although the old man was reluctant, he still muttered.

Abigail stepped forward and hugged her grandpa, “Alright, don’t be mad anymore. Some things were not my decision. I came back, and you should be grateful. As for the child… and Brandon Piers, it was truly an accident.”

“Hmph.” Grandpa Smith, being hugged by his granddaughter, snorted, but his eyes had reddened. To avoid tears, he pushed Abigail away, “Enough, go now.”

“Grandpa…”

“Enough, I was fine when you were dead. Now that you are alive, I am not going to be upset. Get back to your man and child.” Grandpa Smith waved his hand to show he didn’t want to see her go.

Abigail was amused by this jealous remark, “Well… how about you come with me?”

“Pfft. I don’t want to go to that peacock’s den!” Grandpa Smith said dismissively.

Abigail couldn’t help laughing, “You used to call him a pig. Now he’s a peacock?”

“Hmph. Whether he’s a pig or a peacock, he’s no good. You’d better keep an eye on him. Don’t cry again in secret, it’s cowardly and ugly.”

Abigail, “…”

Fine, she admitted defeat again!

Looking at the time, Abigail really didn’t dare to stay longer, “You really won’t come? Then I’ll go?”

“No, leave!” Grandpa Smith impatiently waved his hand.

Abigail sighed and hurried out of the Courtyard House. She hadn’t seen Teddy all day, and her heart felt uneasy.

Arriving at the alley’s exit, she saw the familiar Maybach car that had dropped off Brandon Piers in the morning.

Abigail stopped walking and saw the car door open. Instead of Pullan, Kelly, holding Teddy, stepped out.

“Abigail, why are you running like this? Get in the car,” Kelly said seeing Abigail sweating.

“What’s wrong with Teddy?” Abigail finally reacted, quickly got in the car, and took Teddy into her arms. She saw tear stains on his cheeks.

“He was fine during the day, but started fussing in the afternoon, refused to eat or sleep, kept crying. Master Brandon asked us to pick you up, he just cried himself to sleep.” Kelly, drenched in sweat from the day’s turmoil, explained that Abigail had to study and couldn’t always stay with Teddy.

With teary eyes, Abigail pressed her cheek to Teddy’s and muttered softly, “Mama is sorry. Mama is sorry…”

Murmuring this, she noticed the sleeping baby woke up and started crying again. Abigail, aching, lifted her shirt to nurse him while gently rocking him. Soon, he fell asleep.

Even asleep, Teddy clung to Abigail’s chest, refusing to let go, holding onto her as they returned home.

Abigail carefully placed him in bed, but he woke and whimpered every time. She had to lie beside him.

People said babies were very insecure. Before, Abigail didn’t feel it so deeply, but today’s response broke her heart. Wiping his tear-streaked face with her palm, she realized she was no longer alone.

Her life had a new concern, and she couldn’t leave as she used to. The baby depended on her, and she couldn’t let him down.

“Sorry. Today it’s Mama’s fault. Mama won’t come home so late again.” In her previous life, she’d dedicated herself to medicine. Now, she couldn’t help but wonder if this life would be the same.