“Nothing, go away, I’m going to bed.” Molly Bort fished the covers over her head and ignored him.
Baird Lane pursed his lips and looked at her for a few seconds, a few hints of gloom in his eyes, “Molly, I wish you wouldn’t mess around.”
Molly Bort’s quilt shuddered, but there was no response.
Baird Lane knew she didn’t want to talk on purpose and didn’t push her, resuming his two long legs and walking out of the hospital room.
“How are you?” Ives Norton couldn’t help but ask with a raised eyebrow when he saw Baird Lane come out, still looking a little worse for wear.
Baird Lane pulled the cigarette case out of his pocket and shook a cigarette out of it and bit into it, “In the meantime, you’ll arrange for a few more caregivers to take turns watching Molly twenty-four hours a day.”
“Why did you suddenly give such an order?” Ives Norton pushed his glasses up suspiciously.
Baird Lane leaned against the cold wall and exhaled a puff of smoke before coldly returning, “I doubt Molly will do anything as stupid as suicide again.”
The same thing Molly had just said to him on the phone on Christine White’s birthday.
He didn’t take it to heart at the time, and then waited until the news that Molly had committed suicide.
Now that Molly was letting that out once again, he had to be on his guard.
“What? And do something stupid like kill yourself?” Ives Norton was startled by Baird Lane’s words and his expression became serious, “Baird, are you serious?”
“Not quite sure, but keep an eye out.” Baird Lane flicked his cigarette ash.
Ives Norton mused for a moment, “Okay, I know, I’ll make the arrangements, I’ll have the nurse go over and take away all the sharp objects in her room in a few moments, she won’t be given the chance to kill herself again.”
“Well, please.” Baird Lane nodded.
Ives Norton tsked, “I say, don’t you think this woman is extra pretentious now?”
Baird Lane’s eyelids drooped slightly and he didn’t answer, not knowing what he was thinking.
Ives Norton saw this silent, high strung look on his face and skimmed his lips, feeling rather bored, “Never mind, just forget it, I’m asking you now, what are you going to do to keep her alive?”
“In the way you first told me.” Baird Lane returned faintly.
Ives Norton wrinkled his nose, “You mean, the way I told you about before it was determined that Christine White’s bone marrow was the best fit?”
“Yes, you said then that that solution would stabilize Molly for the time being first, so it should work now, at least it will be able to hold off until I find new bone marrow.” Baird Lane stared at him.
“It’s possible.” Ives Norton rubbed his chin as he returned, “But Baird, as I said at first this approach is risky, and in the event of rejection, Molly Bort is in danger.”
“I believe in you.” Baird Lane tapped him on the shoulder.
Ives Norton’s mouth twitched, “You think so highly of me, wouldn’t I be doing you a disservice if I let you down.”
Baird Lane gave a soft huff and didn’t say anything.
Ives Norton sighed, “Okay, I know what to do, it’s suddenly so much more stressful all of a sudden.”
At that, he lifted his wrist and looked at his watch, “Baird, I’ll leave you to it, I have a surgery coming up, so I’ll go first.”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane answered.
After Ives Norton left, he pulled out another cigarette and lit it, standing alone in the cold, quiet hallway and smoking it in silence.
It wasn’t until he finished this cigarette in his hand that he looked back at the ward behind him before dropping it and leaving the hospital.
Back at the villa, Baird Lane just happens to meet the scene of Christine White learning etiquette from her etiquette teacher.
Although her etiquette teacher had been teaching her for some time, it was nevertheless the first time that she had seen her study in person.
Baird Lane came to some interest for a moment, and, so as not to disturb them, he changed his shoes, and then stood quietly watching from the entranceway.
After looking at it for a while, he suddenly didn’t have the eyes to continue looking at it anymore.
Because this woman, is really stupid!
It’s amazing how many times a teacher has to correct a simple sitting position!
“Teacher.” Baird Lane couldn’t hold back any longer and walked over.
Christine White’s face lit up when she heard his voice, “Baird you’re back?”
As soon as the etiquette teacher saw her like this, her face instantly sank, “Mrs. Lane, please don’t get distracted, keep a smile on your face and don’t show any other expressions, don’t forget you’re still in class!”
At those words, Christine White spat out her tongue and hurriedly adjusted the expression on her face, reintroducing a polite and ungraceful smile.
Seeing that she took her words in, the etiquette teacher let her go and turned to Baird Lane with a polite hello, “Mr. Lane.”
“Not bothering you, teacher, are we?” Baird Lane asked with a faint smile.
Christine White grunted a little inside.
With everyone else there was a smile, even if it was just a polite one, but with her it was almost always a cold face.
That’s too obvious a distinction to make.
“No interruptions.” The liturgy teacher returned.
Baird Lane lifted his chin, “That’s good, then the teacher can take a break from tomorrow and not be used to teach her for a while.”
He pointed to the woman who was still maintaining her smile.
The etiquette teacher was surprised, “Mr. Lane, why is this, are you firing me?”
Christine White was also curious as to why Baird Lane had abruptly ended her etiquette tutorial.
Is it hard to think that she can’t learn, so she simply won’t let her learn?
Thinking about this, Christine White was a little anxious in her heart, and her face could no longer maintain its expression and became pale.
Baird Lane knew that the etiquette teacher misunderstood, walked to the side of the sofa and sat down, unhurriedly explaining, “It’s not dismissal, it’s that my wife is pregnant, she’s not well, when her fetus phase stabilizes, I will inform you to continue to come back to teach her.”
“So it is.” The etiquette teacher breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and congratulated him, “Mr. Lane, you’re about to become a father, so congratulations.”
“Thanks.” Baird Lane nodded.
Christine White’s heart was also happy.
Turns out he did it for her and the baby.
She thought he was disappointed because he thought she couldn’t learn the etiquette after all this time.
“Since Mr. Lane has decided to suspend Mrs. Lane’s lessons, I won’t stay much longer, so I’ll take my leave.” After saying that, the etiquette teacher took her bag and excused herself and left.
As soon as she was gone, Christine White’s straight back collapsed and she let out a relieved breath.
Baird Lane squinted at her, “You’re in your element as soon as the teacher leaves?”
Christine White smiled a little embarrassed, “I didn’t want to, but it’s just that my back has been straight for too long and I’m a little sore, so I’m still comfortable like this.”
“Hmph, strong words.” Baird Lane scorned.
Christine White rubbed the tip of her nose and quickly changed the subject, “By the way Baird, you’re not letting me learn etiquette anymore, so will I still be attending the charity banquet next month?”
“I’ve already told the master of the party that I’ll bring you, so you’ll still have to attend, but when the time comes you’ll do what I tell you to do, and you won’t be allowed to say anything you shouldn’t say, and you won’t be allowed to do anything you shouldn’t do, or else you’ll make a joke, and the ones who will be humiliated will be yourself and The Lane Family,” Baird Lane warned in a hushed voice .
Christine White nodded seriously, “I know, I’ll be a good girl and I won’t embarrass The Lane Family.”
“That’s good.” Baird Lane gave a satisfied hmmm, then thought of something and instructed again, “Starting tomorrow, you’ll stay at home to nurse your baby, don’t go to work, and wait until the baby is born.”
“Not working?” Christine White exclaimed.
Baird Lane raised an eyebrow, “Why, you seem a little upset with my arrangement, don’t you?”