Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 288 - : Confirmed, My Own Son
Chapter 288: Chapter 288: Confirmed, My Own Son
“How am I supposed to go out like this?” Brandon Piers asked in a calm voice.
Abigail replied, “…No one is going to stare at your chest.”
It would have been better if Abigail didn’t say anything. Her words made Brandon even angrier. He had last casually mentioned he wasn’t up to it to spite his grandfather, which led the old man to call for someone to get him to a male clinic. Now everyone in the circle knew he was infertile after a failed surgery.
Now his son had peed all over him again. If he went out like this, who knows what rumors would spread!
“Put the child down, go get me a shirt,” Brandon ordered.
“Pullan…”
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“You go!” As soon as Abigail mentioned Pullan, the man’s voice rose sharply.
Abigail shivered. Thinking about Pullan’s nature, she almost laughed out loud. Glancing at him, seeing his handsome face with a furious expression, she couldn’t bear to embarrass him in front of others and agreed. Placing little Teddy into the stroller, she said, “I’ll be right back. If he gets upset, just rock the stroller.”
“Hmm.”
To Abigail, the man’s response sounded particularly pitiful.
The little one in the stroller had no sense of wrongdoing. Still lying down, Teddy was resting his feet on the stroller’s guardrail, holding a stuffed doll in a cool posture, sucking on his fingers.
Brandon, “…”
He confirmed it; this was indeed his son.
Abigail hurried to Brandon’s room, chose a shirt he usually wore, and snuck back to the nursery.
Brandon might have been angry, but he hadn’t neglected their little one. When Abigail returned, the father and son were getting along just fine. The tall man was holding a stuffed doll above Teddy, shaking it. The little one was reaching out, babbling and trying to grab it, laughing continuously.
Abigail stood at the door, hesitating to interrupt.
In her previous life, she didn’t even know who her father was. In this life, she had a father, but it was worse than not having one. So she longed for her child to grow up in a healthy parent-child environment. She used to think Brandon was not suited to be a father.
But at that moment, she realized she might have been wrong.
Despite his aloofness, Brandon had warmth deep down.
Maybe it was because he’d lost his father at a young age and had lived through deceitful times early on. The pure love from Elder Piers might have hardened him, making him ruthless to protect himself. Yet his core character still retained warmth.
He was more suited to be a father than anyone.
A very good father.
“Got the shirt?” Brandon sensed her gaze and looked up to see Abigail staring at him. He raised an eyebrow and asked.
Quite pleased the little one was captivated by his good looks.
“Hmm.” Snapping out of her brief daze, Abigail handed Brandon the shirt.
Without a second thought, Brandon began unbuttoning his shirt.
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Abigail froze, “You can change in the other room.”
“It’s not like you haven’t seen it.” Brandon didn’t understand. She’d seen everything before. Why was she being so reserved now?
Abigail, “…” Yes, she had seen it.
Although she had, when Brandon took off his coat, she couldn’t help but look again, marveling at his abs. It was a miracle he had them, but her gaze fell on the wound on his chest. “Wait a second.”
“Hmm?” Brandon raised an eyebrow.
“The wound is wet. You should change the dressing before putting on the shirt.” Abigail couldn’t help but cover her forehead. How much had Teddy peed on his father?
Brandon looked down and indeed saw it.
It wasn’t Abigail’s first time treating his wound, so he naturally sat on the sofa. Seeing that, Abigail closed the door and then fetched the first aid kit.
Teddy, still in the stroller, continued playing with his stuffed toy, babbling excitedly.
The whole Piers’ Mansion had gone wild!
