Christine White chewed on her finger, contemplating what she should do.
Bone marrow donation is out of the question. She’s carrying a baby, and if she donates bone marrow, the baby won’t survive.
So there’s no way she’s going to say yes to Baird Lane and donate bone marrow to Molly Bort again, but how can she say no?
Christine White thought a lot about it, and eventually realized in despair that there was surprisingly only one thing she could do.
That would be telling Baird Lane about her pregnancy.
Maybe he’ll look out for the baby and won’t ask for her bone marrow again, or maybe he’ll force it on her for Molly Bort, despite the fact that she’s carrying a baby.
If it was the former, she would naturally be safe, and if it was the latter, she would definitely tell the old man so that he could protect her.
Even if in the end Baird hates her for not saving Molly Bort, she has to keep the baby!
Thinking about this, Christine White had a flash of determination in her eyes, and all her panic became much calmer.
Ives Norton sensed the change in her and couldn’t help but be a little puzzled, “Christine, have you come up with some sort of solution?”
Christine White gave him a look that didn’t answer.
Ives Norton rubbed the tip of his nose sardonically, “Well, forget I asked.” The
He restarted the car.
With nothing to say along the way, Christine White asked Ives Norton to drop her off a few dozen meters away from the villa.
She got out of the car and gave him back his jacket, “Thanks for the jacket, and thanks for the ride home too.”
“You don’t have to thank me, I still say get out of Baird while you can, you really can’t donate any more bone marrow and you shouldn’t expect Baird to leave you alone, for Molly Bort’s sake there’s no guarantee of what he’ll do, there are some things that can’t be risked.” Ives Norton said in a hushed voice.
Christine White kept her head down so she couldn’t see the expression on her face, “I’ve got a point, I know what I have to do, go on ahead and get back.”
“Okay, I’ll go then, bye.”
Christine White waved at Ives Norton, “See you later.”
Ives Norton drove off before Christine White lifted her feet and headed for the villa.
Just as he reached the door of the villa, it opened.
Aunt Lucy came out from inside and was flabbergasted for a moment when she saw her, then ran over quickly and hugged her to her, “Ma’am, where the hell have you been? Didn’t you say you’d be back after eleven o’clock, why are you only back now, do you know how worried I was?”
“I’m sorry Aunt Lucy,” Christine White hugged her back, “I’m really sorry, I went to see Baird at the hospital.”
“See Mr.?” Aunt Lucy looked at Christine White and hastened to ask, “And ma’am, did mister spend his birthday with Molly Bort?”
Christine White shook her head, “Let’s go back and talk, it’s a little chilly.”
“Good good good.” Aunt Lucy nodded repeatedly and pulled her back inside.
When she went back, Aunt Lucy brought her another cup of hot milk before sitting down next to her and waiting for her answer.
Christine White held the milk with a sigh in her voice, “Baird wasn’t there for Miss Molly Bort’s birthday, but Miss Molly Bort committed suicide and Baird was worried about her so he went over there!”
“What? Suicide?” Aunt Lucy stood up in shock.
Christine White took a sip of her milk, “Uh-huh.”
“She would actually kill herself?” While believing Christine White wouldn’t lie, Aunt Lucy couldn’t believe for a second that the woman Molly Bort would kill herself.
That woman is most precious.
How can you kill yourself when you could have left Mr. alone three years ago to stay alive!
Thinking about this, Aunt Lucy analyzed, “She couldn’t have deliberately made this bitter trick to call Mr. over because he didn’t go over to accompany her.”
The corner of Christine White’s mouth curved up in a bitter smile, “Who knows, Baird thinks I caused Molly Bort to kill herself anyway.”
“Why is that?” Aunt Lucy was a little puzzled.
Christine White spilled the beans on Molly Bort’s suicide note.
Aunt Lucy after hearing this, angry even slapped the table, “Mr. how so, obviously usually very shrewd a person, how to meet that woman will lose his mind, even the conventional judgment is not there, that woman suicide and Mrs. what do you have to do with you, and besides, Mrs. you did not say the wrong ah, that woman is trying to be a mistress.”
“But in Baird’s mind, it’s me who’s wrong, and he just thinks Molly Bort killed herself because I said those things and couldn’t take it for a moment.”
“Hmph, how long ago did you say those words, I do remember, she committed suicide only today, so it’s obvious that her suicide has absolutely nothing to do with what you said, it’s just that she was jealous of Mr. Accompanying you to spend your birthday with you, madam, and that’s why she made this mess.” Aunt Lucy scornfully bristled.
Christine White slowly sips her already nearly cold milk, “But Baird doesn’t believe me.”
A truth that even Aunt Lucy can see right through, but Baird Lane remains convinced that she caused Molly Bort to kill herself.
She really felt bad.
“Sir is too much.” Aunt Lucy sighs.
Christine White put down her glass without speaking.
Aunt Lucy patted the back of her hand painfully, “By the way ma’am, when you went to the hospital, did you tell mister that you are pregnant?”
“No.” Christine White shook her head, “I couldn’t find a chance to tell him.”
“To say yes, it’s not an hour that you’re pregnant, and it’s not a good idea to keep hiding it.”
“I know, I just wanted to tell him this as a surprise, but he … Never mind, I’ll tell him when he gets back, I want to know what he’s going to do with the baby too.” Christine White touched her belly and said with a grave expression.
She wonders if Baird Lane cares more about Molly Bort or the baby.
Sure it’s nice if he cares more about the kids, but if he chooses Molly Bort …
Then she’d rather be hated by him than ask the old man to step in, and she’d never give up her baby to save Molly Bort!
Aunt Lucy doesn’t know what’s going on in Christine White’s mind and thinks she’s worried about whether Baird Lane likes the baby.
“Ma’am, don’t think too much, it’s Mr.’s own flesh and blood, he’ll love it.” Aunt Lucy settled down, signaling her not to worry.
Christine White however smiled a forced smile, “I hope so, enough about that Aunt Lucy, I’m tired, I’m going to my room.”
“Good, go back and rest, it’s late.” Aunt Lucy nodded.
Christine White got up and went upstairs, physically and mentally exhausted, she casually shuffled into bed and was asleep in no time.
But because so much had happened during the day, she had been so unsettled, even when she fell asleep, and even had nightmares.
She dreamed that Baird Lane, between her child and Molly Bort, chose to give up her child to save Molly Bort, that the old man stepped in to no avail, and then her child was no more.
Christine White woke up hard from the dream, and she popped up in her seat with a shriek.
Baird Lane had been sitting on the edge of the bed intricately both staring at her, and he had been startled to see her suddenly wake up.
“What are you doing?” He asked in a low voice, pursing his thin lips.
Christine White heard his voice and her scattered pupils came into focus, turning her stiff neck to look at him, “You’re back?”
Her voice was very raspy and hard to hear.
Baird Lane frowned, “You having a nightmare?”
Christine White clutched the covers tightly, “Well, had a horrible dream …”
That dream, though false, might turn out to be real.
So even if she was awake at this moment, she couldn’t be still.
“A nightmare can scare you like that, Christine White you’re really out of your league.” Baird Lane said contemptuously, getting up and getting ready to go to the bathroom.
The result was that just as he turned around, the back hem of his suit was yanked by Christine White.
“Baird, how long have you been back?” She asked, unable to read her expression.
Baird Lane tugged his shirt back on, “It’s been a while.”
“Really, I thought you’d gone back to stay with Miss Molly Bort and not come back tonight.” Christine White mocked lightly.
Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “What the hell are you trying to say?”
Christine White looked up at him with a hint of hurt in her clear eyes, “I already know about Miss Molly Bort’s second surgery!”
“What did you say?” Baird Lane’s pupils shrank.