BXBX NOVEL Chapter 43 - 43 Have You Checked My Medical Records?
Eating postpartum meals with Kelly didn’t feel awkward. But secretly breastfeeding was not sustainable. Abigail pondered when to bring it up with Kelly.
After spending a few days together, she found Kelly to be very empathetic and trustworthy.
As for the other nanny, Mona Wilde, she barely entered the nursery and didn’t seem concerned about the baby. That was manageable.
After finishing her meal, Abigail received an email.
Lawyer Jones accepted her hire, so she entrusted Aunt Claudia’s matters to him entirely and did not involve herself.
Abigail did not want today’s situation to repeat a second time.
Before getting paid, she could do as she pleased. Now that she had received $3 million for her nanny services from the Piers, she had to give it her all.
Most importantly, Abigail couldn’t bear to see the little guy cry so heartbrokenly again.
After replying to the email, Abigail opened Lincoln Green’s message. She glanced at it indifferently and tossed her phone aside.
In the evening, Pullan sent over several sets of floor plans.
Two-bedroom, one living room units ranging in price between 2 and 3 million.
Abigail chose the 2.8 million unit, with 69 square meters, fully furnished. Although it was far from the city center, the neighborhood was mature, near a subway, and convenient for Aunt Claudia’s lifestyle.
Most importantly, it was in the same building as her apartment when she was Dr. Smith, very close to Sincere Hospital.
After contacting the real estate agent, Abigail instructed them to go to the hospital to get Aunt Claudia’s signature. She reminded them, “I will have her sign. You don’t need to explain the specifics.”
She intended to put the house in Aunt Claudia’s name.
Having done all this, Abigail took a deep breath and looked down at the little guy next to her. “Teddy, Mommy and Aunt Claudia have a home for now.”
She did want to live in her old apartment. But she didn’t know if anyone from the Smith family had handled her assets after her death.
Even though she had been here for just over ten days, the past felt increasingly distant.
As if her short life as a genius doctor had been a mere dream.
Waking up to face the chaotic days of being Abigail Green was her real life.
Knock! Knock… Knock! Knock…
Abigail sighed lightly. The rhythmic knocking outside pulled her out of her chaotic thoughts.
No one else would knock with such rhythm. It was Brandon Piers.
The nanny said she was going to wash the little guy’s clothes.
Kelly was resting in the next room. Abigail opened the door and saw the tall, handsome man who looked like a monster but had the demeanor of a refined gentleman. “Second Young Master.”
A phrase came to mind: well-dressed scoundrel.
But was the well-dressed scoundrel here to settle accounts?
“Help me change the dressing.” Brandon Piers spoke and lay down on the sofa, pointing to his injury.
Abigail raised an eyebrow. This man was calm today. She couldn’t even tell he had been shot last night. She nearly forgot about it entirely.
She took out the medical kit, disinfected the wound, applied medication, and re-bandaged it.
Five minutes later, Abigail stood up. “All done.”
Her posture was like a seasoned doctor.
Brandon Piers remained still. “You said last night that my heart disease wasn’t congenital. What did you mean?”
Everyone knew that the second young master of the Piers was born with a congenital heart defect. But the woman in front of him claimed it wasn’t congenital, piquing Brandon Piers’ interest.
“Congenital heart disease results from damage to the embryo during its formation, leading to incomplete heart structure development. Yours…” Abigail paused, “Yours is a case of acquired congenital heart disease, with indications of artificial interference. But a detailed examination is needed to confirm.”
Having said this, Abigail suddenly sighed. This man wasn’t supposed to live past thirty. The fact that he had lived this long was a miracle.
She was particularly curious about how he had managed to train his abs.
“Did you review my medical records?” Brandon Piers ignored Abigail’s analysis and looked at her coolly.
His amber eyes had a thin layer of coldness.