Brandon Piers was amused.
He curled his lips at the little chubby boy in front of him, "Is this what you're worried about?"
Abigail, however, looked at the man seriously. "Shouldn't this be worried about?"
"When did I need others' approval to marry a wife? What does others' mockery have to do with me?" Brandon Piers leaned against the headboard. His clear voice carried a thin layer of coolness, and there was a trace of sarcasm in his eyes, as if he thought this was an utterly boring question.
Abigail quietly looked at Brandon Piers. She always knew he didn't care much about others' opinions. Otherwise, he wouldn't have caused the Piers main branch to fall apart while he was still a minor and earned himself a reputation for being ruthless at such a young age.
She hadn't realized that he wasn't indifferent; he simply lived transparently.
Unlike her, who even in a second life, still cared about those illusory things.
