Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 988: Who Are You Preparing to Serve?

Chapter 988: Chapter 988: Who Are You Preparing to Serve?

Bertha Swift’s eyes were red with anger. Although she couldn’t see Adam Piers’ expression, she guessed that his expression at this moment must be extremely nasty and contemptuous.

Back then, she resisted Adam because she heard about his decadent lifestyle, a typical dandy. Later, she was almost moved by him and even held some fantasies about each other, but unfortunately, the child’s departure made this man turn his back on her directly.

Initially, she felt apologetic towards Adam. After all, during that time, she could feel his anticipation for the child.

But now, it seems he was only interested in the child.

Thinking about her foolish behavior going to West Mountain, Bertha’s lips curled up in self-mockery. Yes, how did she fall for this dandy, thinking he had turned over a new leaf and genuinely liked her, even fantasizing that even without the child, they could try to be together.

How is that possible?

Bertha regretted it!

She suddenly put force in her hands, hearing Adam let out a muffled groan. She quickly withdrew her hand, retreated to the wall, and found a bit of security before speaking coldly, "I won’t do this business anymore. Please find someone else, Master Adam."

She thought she could endure it, but when Adam held her hand and humiliatingly placed it on his hardness, Bertha realized she couldn’t take it.

She didn’t know what death felt like, but at this moment, she’d rather die.

After reluctantly saying this, Bertha couldn’t control her slight trembling, afraid of the man’s forceful actions not far away and also dreading the things she’d have to face once she left.

Adam’s handsome face was gloomy as water. Just now, Bertha almost severed his manhood, and hearing the woman’s rejection, he sneered in anger, "What, you look down on me? Then who are you planning to serve? Or does Miss Swift think after a hundred thousand a night, she still has the right to choose her patrons?"

"That’s my business." Bertha endured the discomfort in her whole body. After her induced labor, she never properly rested, her nutrition was lacking, and she even fell ill after getting cold on West Mountain last time, not yet recovered. Today she only ate in the afternoon, and after a hot dance, she was frozen and frightened, her nerves stretched tightly, with a faint sign of fever.

After saying this, Bertha planned to feel her way out of the ward.

Adam saw this and his expression became even more unpleasant, "Bertha Swift, if you dare to go out tonight..."

Knock, knock, knock!

Just as Adam was speaking half-way, a knock suddenly sounded from outside the ward.

Bertha’s body suddenly stiffened, instinctively thinking it was Oswald and his people.

Adam frowned, his voice cold, "Who is it?"

"Adam, it’s me, may I come in?" Zoe Thatcher’s voice came from outside, with a barely noticeable shyness at the end.

Bertha’s originally tense body relaxed slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled into a mocking smile. So it wasn’t for her, there was someone else.

Moreover, compared to her, the woman outside was clearly more proactive with Adam.

Bertha turned her head slightly and murmured in the direction where Adam was speaking, "Since Master Adam has an appointment, I’ll leave first."

After speaking, Bertha continued feeling her way to leave. But before she could step out, a large hand suddenly pressed on her shoulder, making her body tremble uneasily. She then asked coldly, "What, does Master Adam plan to handle two women in one night? Sorry, I’m not interested."

"You..." Adam gritted his teeth with anger, somewhat curious why this woman had been wearing an eyepatch since coming in and doesn’t intend to take it off. But as Zoe’s voice rang out again from outside, he furrowed his brows and said coldly, "Do you think you can make it clear if you go out like this? Get into the bathroom and hide."

After saying this, Adam didn’t wait for Bertha to speak, picked her up, and threw her into the ward’s bathroom.

Bertha, unprepared, almost hit the sink. Once she stood firm and tried to say something, she heard the man rudely shutting the door.

The bang of the door made her eardrums hurt, and her head spun. It took her a long time to stand straight by holding the sink, and then she heard the door opening outside.

Bertha, who had just caught her breath, tensed up even more. She suddenly realized what Adam had done.

She reached up to lift the eyepatch, looking at herself in the mirror—dressed in a gaudy dance outfit, even wearing safety shorts couldn’t mask the frivolous scent. So he was afraid of the woman outside seeing her, which is why he hid her away.

This recognition humiliated Bertha to the point that her body trembled again.

She never thought she’d fall to such a low point, looking at her red-rimmed eyes in the mirror, and a face as garish as her outfit behind the heavy makeup, Bertha wiped her eyes fiercely, not allowing herself to cry again.

"Haha..." She forbade herself to cry, yet she couldn’t help but laugh at herself. Eventually, she slid down the bathroom wall while laughing, pulling the eyepatch down again, not wanting to see herself at this moment.

But though she could restrain herself from crying, she couldn’t stop herself from imagining what the two people outside were doing at the moment.

Would Adam treat the woman outside the way he treated her, or was the other party more proactive, not needing Adam’s persuasion?

In fact, Bertha could probably guess who had come from outside.

It’s just that she’d always thought Adam falling off the cliff with Zoe was an accident, not as the outside world said, that Zoe fell off, and Adam jumped down to protect her.

But looking at the current situation, perhaps the speculation outside was correct. She just didn’t want to admit that the man who used to be tangled with her pursued other women the same way.

The more Bertha thought about it, the more pathetic she felt.

Outside the bathroom.

Zoe Thatcher entered and saw the man reclining lazily against the hospital bed. His collar casually open, revealing a shallow honey-toned chest muscle, sexy and charming, looking at her with a bit of impatience, even his "What’s up?" was laden with deadly allure.

Moreover, Zoe couldn’t tell if it was her illusion, but she felt Adam’s voice was particularly magnetic today, as if he had just gone through an ambiguous encounter. She found herself a bit bewitched, truly liking this sexy yet impatient dandy demeanor of his, even her voice became dry, "I’m being discharged tomorrow."

"Then just get discharged." Adam had his mind full of the woman’s miserable appearance in the bathroom, showing not the slightest interest in the shy starlet before him.

"We made plans before to have dinner together, to let me thank you, um... you haven’t forgotten, right?" Zoe tentatively asked. Actually, her visit to Adam Piers’ hospital room tonight wasn’t just to confirm this agreement, but rather as an excuse to see him. Earlier, a young nurse mentioned a flashy, pretty woman had entered Adam’s room, which stirred Zoe into coming over uncontrollably. But upon seeing the large room with only Adam inside, she felt much more at ease.

Maybe the nurse just made a mistake.

"No, I haven’t forgotten." Adam replied indifferently.

Zoe was delighted. Having known Adam for a while, she realized that if this man truly disliked someone, he wouldn’t give them the chance to approach him. At that moment, her hope grew, and she couldn’t help but find topics to chat with Adam.

Unexpectedly, the man who usually had no patience for idle chit-chat was unusually patient with her tonight, without interrupting her topics, occasionally responding with a word or two to show he was listening.

This made Zoe extremely happy, leading her to talk even more until she finally left Adam’s room half an hour later.

Once the door closed again, the previously lazy man suddenly got up, first shutting the door securely, then slowly making his way towards the bathroom.

Although he didn’t want to admit it, he had done it on purpose.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be sick enough to listen to a minor celebrity ramble on nonsense for over half an hour. If it hadn’t been for Bertha Swift leaving just now, he wouldn’t have let her in.

Glancing at the time, Adam pushed open the bathroom door, expecting to see Bertha Swift furious and fuming, but she wasn’t.

The bathroom was eerily quiet. He frowned and stepped inside, for a moment thinking Bertha Swift had stormed off, then lifted his gaze to the windows, eyebrows lightly furrowing as he walked further in to find a woman, knees hugged, head tilted, dozing off against the cold ceramic tiles.

For a moment, Adam nearly lost it. After all that effort, she not only didn’t react but treated his hospital bathroom like her own home?

Adam took a deep breath, moving forward with the intention of snapping Bertha Swift awake with a slap. But as his gaze fell on her bothersome eye mask, it suddenly struck him that she’d had it on since entering his room, even alone in the bathroom; was she blind, or was there something wrong?

With that thought, the motion to slap Bertha Swift changed, his hand moved to yank off her eye mask.

Bertha Swift was too exhausted. Her heightened emotions left her in a half-faint, half-sleep state, to the point where Adam’s rather forceful actions didn’t wake her.

Instead, as Adam removed her eye mask, he saw her reddened eyes and smudged makeup from tears, momentarily stunned.

All this time, he’d thought she was indifferent to his attitude and insults tonight, only now realizing she refused to take off the eye mask perhaps to hide her tears.

Considering this possibility, Adam felt slightly better. Looking again at the woman curled against the wall, sleeping, his heart softened a little, and he reached out to lightly tap her cheek, "Hey, wake up, silly woman."

Yet, even after he tapped her, Bertha Swift showed no sign of waking. Instead, she whimpered uncomfortably, making Adam both exasperated and amused, "Hey, Bertha Swift, stop pretending. Wake up, don’t sleep here. Your playing hard to get is really pathetic. Do you really think I would..."

Adam noticed Bertha Swift still wasn’t waking. But where his hand touched her cheek was unusually hot, suddenly he stopped to press his palm against her forehead.

In her sleep, feeling like she was being roasted, as Bertha Swift sensed Adam’s cool hand, she instinctively leaned into his palm, so obedient it was unbelievable.

But Adam didn’t look any less sour at Bertha Swift’s obedience. Feeling her temperature, his expression darkened even further; she had a fever!

When did it start? Why would she come here to ’entertain’ while burning up like this? Was she that desperate for money, or was there another reason?

Adam, who was previously blinded by rage, started to regain his sanity somewhat, ignoring his injuries and scooping Bertha Swift up in his arms. As he did, he paused for a moment, then strode out of the bathroom, placing her onto his bed, then pressed the call button by the bed.

Soon enough, a doctor walked in.

The hospital staff were always very respectful to the young master of the Piers family. The attending physician wasn’t sure what trouble this young lord had gotten into, arriving in a hurry, so upon seeing the woman on the bed, was momentarily bewildered, "Master Adam, what is this..."

"Look after her." Adam placed Bertha Swift on the bed, and she still showed no sign of waking. He was extremely agitated.

The doctor didn’t understand the situation but came over, and as his hand was about to touch Bertha Swift’s forehead, Adam suddenly glared at the doctor, "Why are you touching her? Is your hospital so poor you lack equipment?"

Suddenly berated, the male doctor paused, quickly offering Adam a sheepish smile, as he’d been intimidated by his presence.

Though soon after, the male doctor gathered himself, performed a simple diagnosis, then spoke, "This young lady seems overly fatigued, and her nerves are tightly wound..."

"What is she exhausted about, could it actually be because of her ’job’..." Hearing the doctor’s words, Adam irritably cursed, stopping midway aware of others around, brusquely urging, "Continue."

"Uh, okay, the fever in the hospital room might be due to catching a chill from blowing air..."

"Wearing something so damn sexy, not catching a cold would be odd." Adam continued cursing, with the memory of Bertha Swift dancing in such skimpy attire at the bar gnawing at him fiercely.

The male doctor was left speechless by Adam’s attitude; clearly worried about the woman on the bed, yet each utterance grew more unpleasant. And should he continue talking?

"What are you staring at? Continue."

"Oh, did this young lady’s body suffer a significant loss before?" The doctor was frustrated by Adam’s conduct, but he had to ask boldly.

Adam froze for a moment, recalling how ruthless this woman was when her child was already four months along and she disregarded her parents’ pleas to have it taken away, his molars ground audibly. Seeing the doctor waiting for a response, Adam nodded, "Yes, she had an abortion a month ago."

"Ah, then it’s quite normal. She’s greatly lacking in physical resources, combined with poor recovery and some malnutrition, making illness due to weakened immunity normal. I’ll prescribe some medication, hopefully she recovers quickly, but once she’s awake, master Adam should remind the young lady to take care of her health. Otherwise, at this rate, her body will eventually collapse, and she should ideally check with a gynecologist to see if there are further complications." Although the doctor wasn’t clear on the relationship between the lady on the bed and Adam, as a responsible physician, he had to say.

Upon hearing, Adam’s brows furrowed deeply. What did it mean by poor recovery and malnutrition? This woman, malnourished?

Repeating this in his mind, Adam suddenly remembered the feeling when he held Bertha Swift. He’d always known she was thin, but holding her just felt weightless, like when he grabbed the back of her collar earlier and tossed her into the bathroom was the same; he was too angry then, not thinking much.

Thinking on this now after hearing the doctor’s words, Adam’s brows knitted tightly. He knew Bertha had been driven out by her family, but did she really starve to that extent?

Or was it poverty driving her to sell herself?

Thinking of this, Adam’s expression darkened even more, and the tension-filled hospital room grew more oppressive. The doctor, about to escape after speaking, dared not move, inwardly cursing what had provoked this young lord again?