Christine White’s eyes dimmed and she mentally laughed at herself.
It was obvious that she had told him to pick it up, but when she saw him actually do as he was told, it made her feel like she was eating it up again.
Is she being pretentious?
Baird Lane didn’t know what was going on in Christine White’s mind at the moment, and didn’t notice her low mood; his entire focus was on the phone.
Two minutes in, he jerked to his feet, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpricks, “Ives Norton, what did you say?”
Christine White was startled by Baird Lane and her body shook, “Baird, what’s wrong? Is something wrong?”
Baird Lane gave her a grim look and made no reply.
Christine White’s lips twitched, “What … What’s going on? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“If anything happens to Molly, I’ll never let you go!” Baird Lane, after coldly addressing her with these words, which puzzled her, fished out his coat, which was slung over the back of the chair, and left.
He had a hurried pace and looked very anxious.
Within moments, Christine White heard the sound of a car ringing outside the villa, and by the time she looked back and chased him out, he was gone.
Christine White’s small face paled as she looked in his faraway direction, her body slowly sliding down the marble columns outside the villa, finally crouching on the ground and hugging herself, an aura of bewildered sadness permeating her surroundings.
A good meal, and he leaves without even an explanation, even throwing out a warning to her.
What do you mean Molly won’t be spared if something happens to her?
Did something happen to Molly Bort?
“Ma’am, why are you here alone? Where is Mr.?” Aunt Lucy came out from the villa and saw Christine White crouching on the ground alone, and hurriedly pulled her up.
Christine White crouched for a long time all of a sudden stood up is a little anemic, head dizzy, body swayed, and a little black in front of the eyes.
Aunt Lucy saw this and rushed to get her to lean on her.
Leaning back for a moment, the dizziness finally passing, Christine White stood up from Aunt Lucy’s arms and smiled weakly, “Thank you Aunt Lucy.”
“You’re welcome, hurry inside.” Aunt Lucy helped her into the villa.
When she sat down, she immediately went to the kitchen to pour her another cup of sugar water.
Christine White took a drink, her pale face gradually regaining some redness before she answered Aunt Lucy’s earlier question, “Baird’s gone.”
“Gone?” Aunt Lucy was surprised.
Christine White, holding her glass of water, responded in a hoarse voice, “Well, Molly Bort called him, and he took the call and left.”
“What?” Aunt Lucy’s expression turned hard, “Bort’s called him away?”
Christine White nods.
Aunt Lucy was furious, “Why is mister like this? Doesn’t he know that today is your birthday ma’am?”
“He knows, but it’s Molly Bort’s birthday too.” Christine White smiled bitterly.
Aunt Lucy flabbergasted for a moment, then remembered that it was really true, her face became even more ugly, “Even if today is that Bort’s birthday so what? But Mr. promised Mrs. that he would accompany you today, what’s wrong with him running off to find that Bort’s now?”
Christine White kept her head down so that no one could see the expression on her face, “Maybe something happened to Miss Molly Bort.”
“What could happen to her?” Aunt Lucy gave a contemptuous grunt, “That woman, selfish to the core, nothing can happen to her if anything happens to anyone else.”
“Aunt Lucy, don’t say that, just now I saw that Baird was in a hurry when he answered the phone, maybe Ms. Molly Bort is really in trouble.” Christine White thought back to the way Baird Lane looked before he left, that kind of worried anxiousness, pierced her heart fiercely.
“Why don’t you ma’am, I’ll give Mr. a call and ask for clarification?” Aunt Lucy suggested.
Christine White shook her head, “Or not.”
“What about you?” Aunt Lucy looked at her with some heartache, “It’s your birthday ma’am, and you haven’t told him about your pregnancy yet.”
Christine White clenched her palms together, a forced smile on her face, “It’s okay, I’ll wait for him, it’s still early, he should be back.”
“I hope so.” Aunt Lucy sighed before taking her hand, “Come on ma’am, forget about mister for now, you go ahead and eat.”
“I don’t have an appetite.” Christine White declined.
That table was supposed to be the one she made for Baird Lane.
Now that he was gone, he’d taken her appetite with him.
She was not in the mood to eat at all.
“How can you have no appetite, eat more or less.” Aunt Lucy advised.
Christine White waved her hand, “I don’t really have an appetite.”
“What about the food?” Aunt Lucy asked.
Christine White thought for a moment, “Pour it.”
“What a shame to pour it out, why don’t I put it in the fridge for now and warm it up in case Mr. does come back later?” Aunt Lucy said.
Christine White gave a casual hmmm, “Suit yourself.”
“Okay, I’ll do that then.” Aunt Lucy headed for the kitchen.
Christine White craned her head around, then put down her glass of water and went upstairs, ready to take a nap while she waited for Baird Lane to return.
Although she didn’t think it was very likely that he would return, she just wanted to look forward to it.
Maybe if she woke up from a nap, he’d actually come back.
With this expectation in mind, Christine White was soon in dreamland.
Yet three hours later, she woke up Baird Lane still hadn’t returned.
It was five in the afternoon, and there were still seven hours to go before her birthday.
He’s not even back at this hour, so maybe he really won’t be back today …
“Aunt Lucy,” Christine White called out softly to Aunt Lucy as she withdrew her gaze from looking out the window.
Aunt Lucy wiped her hands and came out of the bathroom, “You’re awake ma’am?”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White nodded, “Baird didn’t come back after I fell asleep, did he?”
Aunt Lucy hesitated and sighed, “No.”
“Sure enough.” Christine White smiled bitterly, “So is there a phone?”
Aunt Lucy shook her head.
Christine White bit her lip, “I know.”
She got up and headed for the door.
Aunt Lucy saw this and stopped her, “Where are you going ma’am?”
“I’ll go to the hospital.” Christine White replied.
She wondered if the reason he hadn’t come back was that he’d been with Molly Bort for her birthday, or if something had really happened to Molly Bort.
Aunt Lucy naturally guessed what she was thinking, but didn’t support her to go, “Ma’am, just stay at home, in case you go to the hospital and see something sad, how much it will affect your mood, it’s not good for the baby in your belly.”
At the mention of the baby, Christine White subconsciously touched up her baby bump, “But I don’t feel comfortable not going to see it… I don’t know why, but I haven’t been able to get peace in my heart since Baird left.”
In particular, Baird Lane’s words of warning had stuck with her.
“I know you’re not comfortable with it, ma’am, but will you definitely be after you go and see it?” Aunt Lucy sighs.
Christine White opened her mouth and didn’t say anything more.
Aunt Lucy added, “Tell you what ma’am, you don’t have to go to the hospital, when mister comes back, I’ll help you ask him what he’s doing at the hospital, if he doesn’t tell me, I’ll ask the lord to step in.”
“No, don’t tell Grandpa.” Christine White stopped her.
Aunt Lucy coldly grunted, “Mister is getting more and more unruly lately, while saying he won’t have anything to do with that Molly Bort woman, he’s still tied up with that woman at the same time, and if this continues there might be something that will come out of this, if I look at it, we should just let the lord step in and completely cut off the entanglement between the two of them.”
“That’s true, but then Baird will definitely be angry with me, thinking that I made Grandpa do it, so let’s just forget it, I’m not going to the hospital, I want to go for a walk.” Christine White looked up slightly and took a breath.
“Where to go?” Aunt Lucy asked.