Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

Chapter 83: Abigail, you lose when you admit defeat

“Goo goo…”

Just as Abigail Green was immersed in her terrible emotions and couldn’t extricate herself, Teddy on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

The little one didn’t see anyone at first. He looked around with his big eyes, then finally started to babble. His little head turned back and forth until he saw Abigail, and suddenly he smiled.

Abigail was slightly stunned. She dumbly stared at the smile on the little one’s face.

These days, she sometimes saw Teddy smile, but most of them were unconscious smiles while sleeping. Unlike just now, the little one seemed to have finally seen her and smiled happily.

The heart that was sunken in the February sea suddenly began to thaw bit by bit with the warmth.

At her most desperate moment, she saw the purest smile in the world.

Without impurities, unrelated to benefits, and irrelevant to beauty or weight. He relied on her with his whole heart, needing her.

The tides of helpless despair that surged over her also receded like a tide.

Abigail went forward and gently tapped Teddy’s small nose. “Baby, give mama another smile.”

This was the first time Abigail referred to herself as mama, and it wasn’t as difficult as she had imagined.

The little one on the bed didn’t know if he understood Abigail’s words. He opened his small mouth again and smiled, babbling words that adults could never fully understand, but he enjoyed it immensely.

Abigail let go of her psychological burdens, focusing solely on playing with the little one in front of her until Teddy fell asleep again.

The room was as quiet as before, but Abigail’s mood had completely changed. Looking at the fat on her body, she already had a plan in her heart. She stood up and told herself in the mirror, “Abigail, you lose if you give up.”

She could not give up! She could not be defeated by just an inadvertent glance from Jeffrey Foster.

From abandoning traditional Flowery medicine and entering surgery, to becoming the most dazzling female genius in the field of cardiothoracic surgery, if she had given up at any point because of any incident, she would not have been the Abigail she once was.

Now it was just another test. How could she be defeated?

Absolutely not!

Besides, now she not only needed to be the best version of herself but also had to take good care of the child in front of her.

Arrogance wasn’t scary. What was scary was inferiority.

Her ability to live a second life was already a miracle, a gift of fate, an encounter others could never have. But just now, she almost lost herself in self-pity and couldn’t extricate herself.

Although she didn’t know why she could be reborn into Abigail Green’s body, since heaven gave her this chance, she mustn’t waste it.

It was just some body fat. How could it stand in her way?

Thinking of this, Abigail shook off the earlier gloom and began to exercise according to the plan she had devised.

It had only been forty days. A postpartum woman couldn’t engage in strenuous exercise, but some yoga moves could help restore bodily functions while also achieving fat reduction.

Abigail had learned that before pregnancy, her original body was not fat. On the contrary, because of the long-term physical and mental abuse from Taylor and her daughter, she was thin and frail. It was the massive nutritional supplementation during pregnancy that caused the weight gain but also replenished the body’s original deficiencies.

Misfortune and fortune were intertwined. The current weight gain was not entirely a bad thing.

If the weight loss was proper, Abigail’s previous poor constitution could be improved.

Thinking of this, Abigail’s repressed mood had finally really improved since she returned from the hospital. She placed a mat on the ground and began to stretch her body bit by bit.

Kelly was excessively frightened and injured. She took three days off.

Tonight, Abigail was alone with Teddy.

At first, Abigail’s movements were clumsy and difficult, but as time passed, they became increasingly smooth.

In the baby’s room, besides Teddy’s breathing, the only sound was the occasional friction noise from Abigail’s yoga moves.

Quiet and warm.