Chapter 391: Chapter 391: Behave, you look better Chapter 391: Chapter 391: Behave, you look better Abigail looked at the young boy on the hospital bed, his expression constantly changing, and finally becoming more and more painful. She frowned and closed her eyes.
“You’re older than . Can I call you brother?”
“Why?”
“Because having a brother ans being protected. There’s a girl in our class who always gets bullied. Her brother helps her fight back, and then no one dares to bully her anymore. So I want a brother too.”
“Is soone bullying you?”
“… Not really.” The girl hesitated in her response.
“If anyone does, tell . I’ll help you fight back.”
“Really?”
“Of course it’s true. I’m a man of my word.”
“Thank you, brother. You’re so kind.”
“Silly butterfly,” the boy said.
Later, as they beca more familiar with each other, the little girl always called him brother, as if having him would truly an soone to protect her.
Until the boy asked for help, and she unhesitatingly agreed to give him ten thousand yuan.
But ten thousand yuan was not a small amount for fourteen-year-old Abigail Green. With a stepmother and stepsister always watching her, it was fortunate that Lincoln Pharmaceuticals was still doing well at that ti, and Lincoln Green had no concept of money, gifting Abigail valuable presents.
The fourteen-year-old girl secretly pooled all her savings and the valuable gifts she had saved over the years and sent them to the boy.
She hoped that the boy would succeed and protect her like the brother of the girl she envied, taking her away from the dark and damp storage room.
But despite her caution, her stepmother and stepsister, who were always spying on her, found out and revealed it to Lincoln Green.
Lincoln checked all of Abigail’s belongings and discovered, as the mother and daughter said, that his fourteen-year-old daughter had not only fallen in love early but also stolen family items to give to the boy.
Lincoln, in a rage, kicked her out of the house. That sumr had a lot of thunderstorms. She was drenched and curled up in the garden. Ruby Green mocked her, saying that the brother was just a thug in their class, tricking her, a fool.
She didn’t believe it, but Ruby showed her a photo of the boy, who was one of those who had once bullied her with Ruby.
Fourteen-year-old Abigail Green went through a catastrophic disaster, then had a high fever for three days. After waking up, she abandoned all chat software.
That sa year, Rose Taylor took over her living expenses, making her life increasingly difficult.
“Chubby…,” Brandon Piers saw that Abigail was in a bad state and held her hand tightly, guessing what she was doing and speaking softly, afraid to scare her.
Abigail ca out of the rain, her eyes complex as she looked at Hughes. “Thank you for saving today. Just consider it as paying back the ten thousand yuan.”
Hughes’s handso face showed surprise. “I don’t believe it. Why did you call yourself a butterfly? Why!”
If he didn’t believe it, he wouldn’t have gone crazy thinking of ways to save Abigail today. He just couldn’t accept that he was so stupid and made such a big mistake.
“Because I wanted to be as free as a butterfly,” Abigail said, then looked at Brandon Piers. “Let’s go ho. Teddy must be worried.”
Hughes’s eyes turned red, thinking of Ruby Green’s explanation back then: “If you blossom, butterflies will co.”
He had suspected it at the ti but was coaxed over by the other side. He never thought that the person could be switched, later attributing Ruby’s changes to being forced by the Green family.
The more he thought about it, the more stupid he felt!
Such obvious things, and he was fooled for so many years, even helping that woman persecute the little butterfly.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Hughes murmured, head lowered.
Abigail looked at the young boy, frowning. At this mont, she felt the man’s large hand gripping hers tightly. “He deserved it.”
“Yeah.” Abigail acknowledged, then followed Brandon Piers out of the ward.
But Hughes jumped off the bed and chased after her. “Little butterfly, what do I have to do for you to forgive ? I really didn’t an it.”
“I don’t really rember you, so there’s no forgiveness to speak of. As for what you did for Ruby Green, I believe the law will punish you.” Abigail vaguely rembered that the other party was a computer genius, who had even won national awards. She wondered why he had beco a hacker.
“Little butterfly…” Hughes was hurt by Abigail’s coldness and wanted to speak again, but was stopped by Brandon’s cold gaze. Thinking of this man’s rumors, he halted but murmured unwillingly to Abigail’s back, “I’ll co to repay my debt after I’ve made up for my mistakes.”
Abigail stiffened at the words. Repay his debt? What kind of nonsense was that?
She clearly felt Brandon Piers’s grip on her hand tighten, almost hurting her.
After finally leaving the ward and shaking off Hughes, Abigail saw Jeffrey Foster in a white coat. The man beside her imdiately bristled like a porcupine, glaring at Jeffrey.
Abigail guessed why this man was so hostile to her senior brother. She didn’t know whether to bla herself for being too enthusiastic toward her senior brother before or the man for being too sensitive. She sighed lightly in her heart and gently scratched Brandon Piers’s palm with her fingertip.
Brandon Piers felt his palm itch from the scratch, his tense nerves slightly relaxing. He looked in dissatisfaction at the chubby girl over here.
Unexpectedly, Abigail smiled softly at him. Brandon had never seen her smile at him like this before, making him montarily unsure of what to do. His voice stamred. “W-why are you smiling?”
“Be good. You look better this way,” Abigail soothed him.
“Cough cough cough…” Brandon choked on his own saliva. What was this chubby girl doing? Complinting him at this ti?
Abigail looked at Brandon’s embarrassed expression. She thought about the panic in his eyes when he rushed into the gynecology examination room today, his nervousness when he hugged her, and her own uneasy heart. She raised her head to speak to Jeffrey Foster, her gaze indifferent and distant. “Hello, Dean Foster.”
“I heard Miss Green almost had an accident. Are you alright? If you need help, please let know.” Ever since that gala, Jeffrey Foster couldn’t help but think of his junior sister when he saw Abigail, so he paid more attention to her. Recently, he also discovered so other things he was verifying, making his gaze more complicated when looking at Abigail.
“Thank you, Dean Foster, for your concern. I’m fine. Brandon has taken care of it.” Abigail said, glancing at the still-displeased Brandon Piers beside her.
For the first ti, Brandon Piers heard Abigail call him Brandon. Maybe it was just his imagination, but he felt that her calling him that way sounded sweeter than when his grandfather did. It felt like sweet spring water, pouring into his heart. Looking at Jeffrey Foster, he found him less annoying. “Dean Foster, rest assured. With here, Abigail will be fine.”
Jeffrey Foster paused, feeling a hint of boasting in Brandon’s words. And that “Abigail” made Brandon sound like he was talking about his junior sister.
But looking at Brandon Piers, the other man appeared dignified and refined, exuding the aura of a nobleman. How could he be showing off his fiancée to him?
Lately, he felt like he was losing his mind.
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