“Repulsion can be suppressed.” Baird Lane replied.
Leo Bort choked for a moment and then started arguing again, “Yes it can be suppressed, but the process of suppression is also a form of torture, Baird why are you doing this? It’s only asking Christine White to donate a little bone marrow, it’s not going to kill her, why are you suddenly saying no, do you realize it could kill Molly!”
“I know, but I won’t let Molly die, but Christine White’s bone marrow can’t be donated either.” Baird Lane says here with an expression that has never looked more serious.
Leo Bort rolled his eyes a little suspiciously, “Baird, why have you suddenly changed your mind?”
“Nothing, anyway, my words are here.” Baird Lane returned faintly.
Leo Bort was undeterred, “Something must have happened to you, or else why did you suddenly change your attitude all of a sudden, knowing that you had previously said that you would find a way to get Christine White to agree to donate her bone marrow.”
“She’s already donated once, she can’t do it again or her body won’t be able to handle it.”
“Since when do you care about that for her?” Leo Bort was a little surprised.
Baird Lane wrinkled his nose, “Can’t I care?”
Leo Bort smiled, “That’s not true, just think some strange, you have no feelings for that Christine White, these three years, also did not see you have any care for her, how suddenly all of a sudden ….. … Baird, you would not fall in love with her, right?”
At that, Baird Lane’s eyes grew dark.
How many times has this been said to him?
Third or fourth?
Why is it that whenever he takes a little special care of Christine White, they say he’s in love with her?
“No!” Baird Lane whispers in denial.
He’s definitely not in love with Christine White.
Leo Bort was slightly relieved when he heard him say that, “That’s good that you didn’t, I thought you really had your heart set on that woman before you didn’t want her to donate her bone marrow, Baird, you mustn’t have your heart set on her, if you do, what’s Molly going to do?”
“Didn’t Molly tell you?” Baird Lane raised an eyebrow.
Leo Bort was puzzled, “What did Molly say to me?”
“If Molly and I are out of the question.”
“This …” Leo Bort was surprised, “Baird, are you serious? You and Molly can’t be anymore that’s no good, Molly did it for you …”
“Well Uncle Bort, there’s no need to talk about all this, I’m calling you tonight to tell you that I won’t let Christine White donate her bone marrow, I’ll personally talk to Molly on her side, so don’t worry about it, goodbye!” Baird Lane didn’t say much and hung up the phone directly.
After he hung up, he didn’t put the phone down, but called Gates another one over and asked Gates to arrange for a good OB/GYN.
Christine White’s body had been a bone marrow donor and had to have a full physical exam to make sure she had a baby in her belly.
Gates can’t help but be surprised to hear Baird Lane tell him to call an OB/GYN.
“President Lane, get the OB/GYN, could it be that the missus is pregnant?” Gates guessed the reason at once.
Baird Lane didn’t hold back and acknowledged it with a hmmm.
Gates’ mouth dropped open in surprise, “So it’s actually true, congratulations President Lane.”
“Thanks.” The corner of Baird Lane’s mouth hooked slightly, his mood seemed a little good, “Hurry up and make the arrangements, I’ll bring Christine White there tomorrow.”
“Okay President Lane, I’ll make the arrangements.” Gates obliged.
The communication ended and Baird Lane sat in his study for a few more moments before he got up and left to go back to his room.
Expecting Christine White to be asleep, he didn’t expect to see her sitting on the bed in a daze when he entered.
She dawdles as she dawdles, not even approving a piece of clothing, and not afraid of catching a cold.
“Why aren’t you asleep?” Baird Lane walked over and took off his jacket and threw it at her head.
The jacket slid down her head, just enough to stop moving at her shoulders.
Christine White snapped out of her daze and turned her neck to look at him, “You’re back?”
Her voice was husky.
Baird Lane pursed his lips, “What are you doing sitting here gawking if you’re not sleeping?”
“How am I supposed to sleep when you haven’t told me the clear choice.” She stirred slightly, moving her body that was a little stiff from sitting for so long.
Baird Lane dropped his eyes and said in a faint voice, “I called Leo Bort.”
“Hmm?” Christine White’s spirits lifted, “What did you say?”
“I told him I wouldn’t let you donate bone marrow.” Baird Lane looked her in the eye, word for word.
Christine White’s back straightened and excitement was written all over her eyes, “You really said that, so your choice is the baby right?”
“Yes, this baby has to stay.” Baird Lane’s gaze traveled down her face and moved to her stomach without moving.
Christine White lifted the covers and showed him her stomach in a big way, “Great, I thought you were going to go with Miss Molly Bort, but you chose the baby, what about Miss Molly Bort? I don’t suppose you’ll give up on saving her either?”
“Yes, but I’ll have Ives Norton arrange for other bone marrow for Molly first.” Baird Lane nodded.
Christine White blinked blankly, “Other bone marrow? I don’t think it’s a match, won’t there be rejection?”
The problem of rejection is so serious that once rejection is not suppressed, not only will health not be restored, but it will also worsen the condition.
Most importantly, when rejection occurs, patients are often in great pain, and some of them even commit suicide if they cannot bear the pain.
“I’ll have Ives Norton inhibited at all times, so you can just forget about it, get well and have the baby.” Baird Lane tugged at the tie around his neck.
Since he had said so, Christine White naturally couldn’t say anything else and nodded her head in response.
As long as they didn’t beat her to the bone marrow, what happened to Molly Bort, she didn’t really care.
“By the way, who else knows about your pregnancy? Does Grandpa know?” Baird Lane asked again.
Christine White shook her head, “Grandpa doesn’t know, I haven’t told him yet, but Aunt Lucy does.”
Baird Lane lifted his chin slightly in understanding, “When did you find out you were pregnant?”
“It was Aunt Lucy who found out, she noticed that my periods were a bit irregular and wondered if I was pregnant, then I took time off work and went to the hospital for a checkup, just ten days ago.” Christine White replied.
“Ten days ago …” Baird Lane reads in a low voice, then his expression becomes stern, “If you found out so early, then why did you keep it from us until now?”
“Because I wanted to surprise you, I was going to tell you today, but you went to the hospital before I could.” Christine White explained with bleary eyes.
Baird Lane instantly remembered that during the day she had said she had good news for him.
So the good news, that she’s pregnant?
“Stupid!” Baird Lane gave her a disgruntled sidelong glance.
Christine White froze, “Stupid?”
“What’s not stupid about hiding your pregnancy and doing the surprise thing? Can you afford to take the blame if something happens in the meantime?” Baird Lane accused her.
Christine White lowered her head in aggravation, “It’s not like anything happened.”
“It’s that nothing happened, but what if it did?” Baird Lane questioned coldly.
Christine White beamed and didn’t say anything else.
Baird Lane took a breath and pushed down the slight anger in his heart, “Alright, come with me tomorrow for a detailed maternity test, and when the results come back, tell grandpa about your pregnancy.”
“Good, all listen to you.” Christine White answered with a smile, the apprehension in her heart completely dissipating at this moment, completely letting go of her heart.
She suddenly realized that she had overestimated Molly Bort’s place in his heart, and that perhaps Molly Bort didn’t carry as much weight in his heart as she had thought.
Why else would he have chosen to be so dry?
Thinking about it, Christine White burst out laughing, suddenly sympathizing a little with Molly Bort.
“What are you laughing at?” Baird Lane squinted at her.