Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

The old Abigail would never have spoken like this.

Aunt Claudia’s hand shook violently as she held Abigail’s. “It’s not worth it, Abigail… it’s not worth it for me.”

Over the years, Claudia watched as Abigail grew from a lively and adorable child to a timid and self-deprecating girl who barely dared to speak, which filled her heart with pain and sorrow.

When Abigail said she would sue Jackson Taylor for intentional injury, Aunt Claudia’s heart warmed.

But still, she shook her head.

Today, the entire Green family was dominated by the Taylor mother and daughter. With Lincoln Green trusting them blindly, and Ruby Green was set to be engaged to the second young master of the Piers, in two months.

That was an incredibly illustrious family—crushing Abigail would be as easy for Ruby as killing an ant once she aligned herself with them.

If they dared to sue Jackson now, it was like seeking their own destruction.

“If I think it’s worth it, then it’s worth it.” Abigail’s mother had passed away early; she could hardly find any of her related memories from her past life. Even the existing memories felt constructed by others. But with Aunt Claudia, it was different.

In the memories Abigail inherited, Aunt Claudia gave her the purest love.

Abigail had never experienced maternal love, but she felt it from Aunt Claudia, and this feeling sparked a strong desire to protect the poor woman.

“But Jackson Taylor is Rose’s brother. If we sue him, she definitely won’t spare you,” Claudia spoke softly and gently.

“Even if we don’t sue him, she won’t spare me,” Abigail reassured Aunt Claudia, although she secretly added, she won’t spare us either.”

“Abigail…”

“Rest and recover.” Abigail interrupted Aunt Claudia.

Just then Pullan walked in. “Miss Green, Kelly called.”

“I have arranged for you to have special care, rest well, and leave everything else to me,” Abigail instructed before leaving the ward.

Once she was in the car, Abigail’s phone rang.

It was Lincoln Green.

Abigail hung up the phone without expression, then asked Pullan, “Mr. Pullan, do you know any property consultants?”

“Miss Green, are you planning to buy property?” Pullan asked, surprised.

“Yes, a two-bedroom apartment will do.” Given her plans to sue Jackson, Aunt Claudia couldn’t return to the Green family. She needed a place to live.

“Do you have a price range in mind?” Pullan had extensive connections through Brandon Piers.

“Under three million.”

“Alright, I will look into it and let you know, Miss Green,” said Pullan, without slowing the speed of the car.

With the housing situation taken care of, Abigail took out her phone, logged into a private email account, and sent a message. “Hello, Lawyer Jones, I’m a friend of Abigail, and I want to ask you to represent me in a lawsuit.”

A man in Swallow City looked at his familiar mailbox, paused, and wondered, friend of Abigail’s?

…

When Abigail returned to the Piers’ Mansion, she rushed to the nursery.

Little Teddy was sobbing with his eyes closed and gasping for breaths while Kelly and Aunt Wilde were visibly sweating. Even Elder Piers was pacing anxiously back and forth. Seeing Abigail, he hurriedly called her over, “Quick, you try.”

Abigail quickly took over the baby, holding him upright and gently patting his back, “Don’t cry, Teddy, you’re the best baby…”

Eventually, the little fellow opened his eyes, his big watery eyes staring at Abigail as his mouth puckered up and cutely sulking.

Abigail, who thought herself desensitized to many heartfelt moments due to past experiences, felt her eyes welling up. She had never had someone so reliant on her in her 27 years.

At that moment, she was not just Abigail, she was Lincoln Abigail—she was also a baby’s mother.

For the first time, Abigail felt a deep guilt for having left.

She wanted to take responsibility for this tiny life.