Molly Bort, although she was upset that he was treating her so coldly, but thinking about her purpose, she could only make herself not care and cried, “I’m sorry Baird, I heard my father, my father he kidnapped Ms. White and … I’m sorry, I’m the one who caused you to lose your child …”
Baird Lane gripped his cell phone tightly, “Is that what you’re calling about?”
Molly Bort was crying, “I just wanted to say I’m sorry to you and Ms. White, I really don’t know how things got to this point …”
“Finished?” Baird Lane asked.
Molly Bort flinched and suddenly didn’t know how to answer.
He’s a little unconventional.
She had said she was sorry and was crying so hard, shouldn’t he have comforted her a little?
Baird Lane didn’t know what was going on in Molly Bort’s mind as he said with an expressionless face, “Now that that’s out of the way, you get well, that’s all.”
He hung up and tossed the phone casually onto the seat.
Gates, who was driving the car, heard the commotion and stole a glance in the rearview mirror, not daring to speak.
He really didn’t expect anything like this to happen to Christine White.
And then there’s The Bort Family, who actually did get off on it.
He also wondered if President Lane would retaliate against The Bort Family this time, but he figured he would, after all, it was President Lane’s own child.
“President Lane, are we going to the hospital?” Gates asked in a low voice as he gathered his thoughts.
Baird Lane looked back, remembering the wound on Christine White’s stomach, and pursed his thin lips, “Go.”
“Okay.” Gates answered, silently speeding up his drive.
Baird Lane looked down at the woman in his arms, and a strong sense of apology came into his eyes.
He could imagine the emotions she would feel when she woke up, perhaps blaming him, resenting him.
Either way, he accepted it as something he owed her and he would make it up to her!
Soon the hospital arrived.
While on the road, Gates called Ives Norton to set up an operating room.
Ives Norton did as he was told and then waited outside the hospital to find out what was going on.
When he saw Baird Lane getting out of bed with an unconscious Christine White in his arms, his heart tightened and he rushed to meet her and asked, “Baird, what’s wrong with her?”
Without answering his question, Baird Lane put Christine White on a pushchair and followed those nurses to the operating room.
Ives Norton had no choice but to pull Gates in and ask.
Gates hesitated, but spilled the beans.
Ives Norton listens and the whole thing freezes for a long time, then goes to Baird Lane with a look of rage on his face.
Outside the operating room, Ives Norton, as soon as he grabbed Baird Lane by the collar, loudly questioned, “Baird, you tell me, what are you going to do about this?”
Baird Lane, his eyes fixed on the door to the operating room, still didn’t answer.
Ives Norton became even angrier, “Baird Lane, are you listening to me?”
“I hear you, and I’ll take it all in my stride on this matter.” Baird Lane pulled his collar out and returned coldly.
Ives Norton was dumbfounded by his answer, “You’re taking it all on? That means you’re going to harbor The Bort Family?”
Baird Lane is silent.
Ives Norton knew that he was acquiescing, and suddenly his face turned ugly, “Baird Lane, are you out of your mind? Do you even know what you are doing? The Bort Family father and daughter kidnapped your wife, forcibly extracted your wife’s bone marrow, and even aborted your child, and you actually chose to harbor them?”
“I know what I’m doing, I’m clear in my head, and if I don’t, Molly will do something stupid.” Baird Lane said in a low voice.
Ives Norton looked like he had heard a big joke, “She would do something stupid? Only you believe that, Baird Lane have you even thought about it, your harboring of The Bort Family father and daughter is an injustice to Christine White, she’s been forcibly drained of her bone marrow and is childless, do you have any idea how desperate she’s going to be when she wakes up?”
“I know.”
“You knew and you still did it Baird Lane I think you’re out of your mind!” Ives Norton clenched his fists, itching to punch his way through and wake up his brain-dead best friend.
Baird Lane closed his eyes hard and when he opened them again they were cold, “I’m not crazy, I’ll tell her this whole thing was my idea, she can blame me if she wants to.”
“Heh, you think that makes up for what you did to her?” Ives Norton sneered, “In your heart, Molly Bort is more important than anyone else right? If you care so much about Molly Bort, then why don’t you donate bone marrow yourself instead of letting Christine White and the baby in her womb pay for you guys? Baird Lane, don’t you think you’re shameless?”
“If my bone marrow was available, I would naturally donate.” Baird Lane said as he sat with his back teeth clenched.
Ives Norton took off his glasses and rubbed his face fiercely, barely suppressing the anger in his heart, “Okay, anyway, you have a point, Baird Lane, this incident today, I want you to remember it, but hopefully you won’t regret it later.”
He finished, pushed open the door to the operating room and walked in.
Baird Lane sits down in a side chair, his eyes drooping slightly.
Regret?
Will he regret it?
Baird Lane thought hard about this.
In the end, he realized that if it was before, he could say with certainty that he would never regret it, but now, he was a little unsure …
Baird Lane kept his head slightly down as he waited for Christine White’s surgery to be over, and after about an hour of waiting, the operating room’s opened.
A couple of nurses wheeled Christine White out and he got up in a hurry and walked over to her, “Is she okay?”
“The gaping wound on her stomach has been re-stitched, but the doctor who performed the abortion on her was very rough in his technique and injured the uterus, it may be difficult for her to conceive in the future, please be prepared, sir.” The nurse finished her polite reply and pushed Christine White to the ward.
Baird Lane’s handsome face paled slightly.
What did he hear?
Christine White will have a hard time getting pregnant?
“You heard what the nurse said earlier, didn’t you?” Ives Norton emerged from the operating room as he removed his mask.
Baird Lane looked over at him, his thin lips moving slightly to say something, but suddenly realized he couldn’t say anything.
Ives Norton sneered, “Baird Lane, you’ve got a hard heart!”
At the end of his sentence, he ignored Baird Lane and turned to walk away.
Baird Lane fumed where he was for a while, and when he came to his senses, he went quickly to Christine White’s hospital room, and then sat by her bedside, for hours.
Christine White woke up to find herself in a different place again, she wasn’t surprised and didn’t bother to think about where she was now.
Because there is nothing, nothing that compares to the grief of losing her child.
Christine White couldn’t hold back any longer and cried again at the thought of the baby that had only been in her belly for two months and hadn’t even been formed yet.
Baird Lane hears the cries and awakens from his lethargy, a glint of joy crossing his eyes as he sees Christine White, who has awakened.
“You’re awake.” He spoke in a hoarse voice.
Christine White’s sobs stuttered at the sound of his voice, then she turned her head to look at him with a bit of hatred in her eyes.
Baird Lane was stunned by the hatred and froze for a moment.
She hates him?
He’d thought she’d resent him and blame him when she woke up, but he hadn’t thought she’d hate him ah!
But yeah, other than that sort of thing, she really should have hate.
“Thirsty?” Baird Lane asked softly.
Christine White remained glued to him, not speaking.
Baird Lane stopped asking and stood up and poured a glass of water, but then seeing that she was lying down, he thought for a moment and put another straw in the glass before handing it to her, “Drink some.”
Christine White turned her head away from him, rejecting his kind offer, only to question coldly, “Why are you doing this?”