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Abigail tried to soothe the baby, obviously hungry, by giving his little hand to suck on, which caused noisy sucking sounds.

Once the baby stopped crying, Abigail looked at Brandon Piers, “Maybe you should hide?”

Brandon Piers gave her a cold glance, opened the door, and walked out.

Kelly was about to knock when she noticed him, “Mas…Master Brandon?”

She thought her eyes were playing tricks on her.

Brandon Piers nodded slightly and, looking as usual, made his way to his room.

Kelly looked at the retreating figure of Brandon Piers, then at Abigail who was holding the baby, “Why did Master Brandon come back?”

“Must be for the baby.”

“But the door?” Why was it bolted from the inside? Kelly wondered.

Abigail looked confused, “Maybe it’s broken?”

“I don’t think so.” Kelly tried with her key. She had kept a key with her, fearing that knocking at night would make too much noise while the baby was inside.

“You should feed the baby first,” Abigail suggested.

Kelly came back to her senses and busied herself attending to the child.

By the time the baby was fed and slept, an hour had already passed. Kelly had long forgotten about the door being bolted from the inside.

Abigail breathed a sigh of relief and let Kelly go to sleep in peace.

During the night, Abigail figured out the baby’s feeding schedule and had to feed him twice more before he finally settled and slept.

Breakfast was delivered directly to the room.

After eating and taking a nap, Abigail woke up to feed the baby with a bottle. The trash had been taken out, and a faint smell of milk permeated the room as if the events of the last night were just a dream.

At this point, Kelly came in to tell her that Elder Piers wanted to see Teddy, asking her to carry him downstairs.

Elder Piers sat in the living room, while Brandon Piers dozed in a rocking chair. As the elder idly played with his grandson, he casually chatted with Abigail, “Is your sister hospitalized? I am afraid it may cause a complication given she just gave birth. Why isn’t she taking better care of herself? Have her move to the old house so she can be with the baby all the time.”

“You’ll have to ask my sister,” Abigail responded politely.

Elder Piers was clearly worried that Ruby Green wouldn’t be able to have any more children.

After all, the Green family couldn’t offer anything more to support Brandon, and if Ruby damaged her body to the point of not being able to get pregnant again, she would be of no value to the Piers family.

Especially considering Brandon’s current physical condition.

The living room was well lit, Pullan was rocking the chair intermittently. The usually graceful man looked like a valuable Persian cat, lazily squinting his eyes, seeming unaware that Elder Piers was talking to Abigail as if he was speaking to him.

“Right, Brandon, why don’t you go ask the Green family,” Elder Piers suggested when it became clear his grandson didn’t get it, he decided to cut right to the chase.

“No.”

“Why won’t you go? Engagement is set for June, and it would be perfectly reasonable for you to take over now,” Elder Piers was frustrated.

“Ugly,” Brandon muttered without opening his eyes.

Elder Piers was so upset that his beard bristled, “You slept with her and now you say she’s ugly?” He realized his mistake and cast an apologetic glance at Abigail.

Turned out, Abigail was falling asleep sitting in the chair.

“I’m blind,” Brandon’s crisp and pleasant voice contrasted starkly with his harsh words. He was even insulting himself.

Elder Piers, “…You get what you deserve. She’s ugly, but you should still take her in.”

“She broke a leg,” Brandon considered it for a moment and finally answered seriously.

Elder Piers didn’t understand.

Pullan, who was standing behind Brandon and helping rock the chair, explained, “What he means is, she can move in, but her other leg also needs to be broken.”

“…Bitch.”

Pullan stepped back a bit, denying his involvement. It was Brandon who was sick in the head.

Abigail’s eyelashes fluttered, could OCD be applied in this way?

Just as she finished the thought, her cell phone beeped. Abigail opened her eyes and apologized, “Sorry, Grandfather Piers.”

“No worries, go and get some rest. Kelly will look after the baby,” Elder Piers waved.

Abigail nodded, got up, and checked the message on her phone—it was a notification from the hotel that the room had remained unoccupied the previous night and since it was already reserved, no refund would be issued.

Aunt Claudia didn’t go last night?

No sooner had this idea crossed her mind when Abigail was already dialing Claudia’s number but got no response. She tried again, only to get the same result, her heart filled with dread. Could something have happened to Aunt Claudia?