Chapter 522: Chapter 522: The Love of This Man and Woman is So Fragile! Chapter 522: Chapter 522: The Love of This Man and Woman is So Fragile! Sophie was staring at the direction of the online controversy when she suddenly received a ssage from Abigail. Her hand trembled, knowing she couldn’t avoid it.
Staring at Abigail’s ssage for a while, she finally responded dejectedly, “I am the second young master’s subordinate.” Definitely not Brandon Piers’ person. Abigail asking like this would cause misunderstandings.
Seeing the reply, Abigail thought of Lena’s previous words. Sophie transferred from the military dical university, so was all of this arranged by that man?
“I knew.” Abigail had guessed as much yesterday. Today, she was just confirming with Sophie.
Sophie sighed upon seeing Abigail’s ssage. “Mada, I’m sorry. I failed to protect you yesterday. It’s all my fault.”
“Call Abigail. As for yesterday’s situation, even if it were soone else, the result would be the sa. If you want to bla anyone, bla for ddling in other people’s business. You didn’t wrong , so you don’t need to feel guilty, understand? Besides, you are Brandon Piers’ subordinate, not mine. We are friends.” Abigail replied very seriously.
On the other end, Sophie stared at Abigail’s ssage for a long ti before finally replying with three words, “Alright, Abigail.”
Abigail was satisfied and shifted her attention to Brandon Piers’ Facebook.
After a whole night, the man still hadn’t responded to her ssage.
But the clearing up of the scandal and the man’s arrangent to protect her both ward Abigail’s previously gloomy heart.
She thought for a mont and sent the man an emoji asking for a hug.
After waiting for half the day without a reply, she sent another emoji asking to be lifted high.
Then, she sent emojis asking for a hug and for a kiss…
However, an hour later, there was no movent on her phone.
Thinking she had adjusted her mindset, Abigail’s mood plumted again. She simply decided not to check her phone and got up despondently to go downstairs. She ended up running into Pullan and asked tentatively, “What is your second young master busy with?”
Pullan scratched his head, “I haven’t gone in yet.”
“Oh, then you go in, and I’ll wait here.” Abigail felt she had never been so thick-skinned before.
Pullan glanced at the young mada with difficulty, finally realizing he had been given a peace mission. He solemnly nodded and marched into the study as if walking to his death.
“Second young master, our people have tracked Doris Symons. She boarded a flight to New York last night when the mada had her accident. We found evidence of her transferring money to Duncan Symons from her residence, as well as records of her accessing and contacting the owner of an underground obscene room. She must have known about the remote pinhole surveillance in the room and published it online according to Doris’ request.” Pullan reported cautiously, inwardly cursing Kelvin for being so cunning.
“Hand the evidence to the police. Let them deal with the room owner. Have Kennan Max send people to track Doris. I want to see where she thinks she can run.” Brandon Piers sneered coldly.
“Yes.” Pullan responded respectfully, then stood still.
Brandon Piers busied himself for a while. Seeing Pullan still there, he asked, “Anything else?”
“Well… the mada asked to see what you are busy with.” Pullan secretly took a deep breath and plucked up his courage.
“Have you seen now? Get out.” Brandon Piers said, his tone unkind, dismissing him.
Pullan felt that since he had already taken the first step, it was okay to go a bit further. After all, the second young master hadn’t punished him, which ant he wasn’t angry. Maybe he was still waiting, so Pullan bravely decided not to leave but rather to persuade kindly, “Second young master, this wasn’t the mada’s fault. In fact, the mada is the victim…”
“So it’s my fault?” Brandon Piers coldly laughed, thinking of Jeffrey Foster confessing under the little fatty, while Abigail looked shocked and helpless. His heart felt as if it was burning.
Also, when he kicked Jeffrey Foster down, Abigail’s instinctive reaction, although she restrained herself, indicated she still cared about that man.
She had liked that person for so many years, how could she let go just like that?
If he hadn’t arrived in ti yesterday, would she have already followed Jeffrey Foster?
So things Brandon Piers didn’t dare to think about. When he did, it felt like his heart was being fiercely squeezed.
“Of course not…”
“Get out. Don’t make say it a second ti.” Seeing Pullan still trying to speak, Brandon Piers cut him off directly.
Pullan had no idea why the second young master suddenly exploded after being just fine a mont ago. Terrified, his heart pounded, and he no longer cared about his peacekeeping mission. He turned and ran out.
As he ca out, Pullan saw Abigail, who was anxiously waiting for him. Feeling a bit guilty, he looked at Abigail and suggested, “Young mada, maybe you should wait. Approach the second young master after he calms down?”
Bang!
Just after Pullan spoke, a loud noise ca from Brandon Piers’ study.
Abigail was startled. Recalling Pullan’s words, she gave a bitter smile, “I understand.”
Saying that, Abigail turned and went downstairs.
Pullan looked at Abigail’s hurt back, then glanced at the tightly closed study room. He sighed inwardly, thinking how fragile love between n and won could be. He decided it was better to obediently remain a single guy.
Abigail went downstairs and stood at the top of the stairs for a while, not knowing what to do next. After so ti, she self-murmured, “Oh, I should go see Teddy.”
After muttering, Abigail left the house to find Teddy.
Watching the young mada’s back, Pullan sighed helplessly and reported the situation to Elder Piers before heading off to work.
Abigail wandered aimlessly around the estate for a long ti, finally following bursts of laughter to the Floral corridor.
Under the Floral corridor, a thick layer of soft mats had been laid. Teddy and Tate were lying on it.
Aunt Claudia was supporting Teddy. Kelly was holding down Tate. A maid stood by with a phone.
“Co on, Teddy. Look at how Brother Tate crawls. You crawl just like him. Go ahead, Judy, let Tate go.” Aunt Claudia said. Abigail watched as Kelly released Tate, and in the next mont, the little guy took off like a small horse, quickly crawling forward.
Then Aunt Claudia released little Teddy. Little Teddy also started to “crawl,” but his body was still too soft, with no strength in his waist. Calling it crawling was an overstatent. It was more like he was pushing backward rather than forward.
“Haha…”
The onlookers were amused. Little Tate turned back, curiously looking at Teddy, then crawled back to him. Teddy, seeing this, joyfully stretched out his hands. But his body continued to push backward.
This made everyone laugh again. Abigail even heard Elder Piers’ laughter from the video.
Abigail’s previously gloomy mood eased a little. At this mont, a sharp-eyed maid noticed Abigail and hurried over, “Young mada, you are here. The little master is learning to crawl. Co and watch.”
“Hmm.” Abigail nodded lightly and walked to the corridor. Just then, little Teddy saw his mother in front and started to coo.
Abigail was about to step forward and pick him up but saw Aunt Claudia shaking her head slightly. She then noticed that Teddy, who had been pushing backward, was now propping himself up with his hands and slowly moving forward.
Applause erupted…
Everyone gasped in astonishnt and began to clap.
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