“Yeah, she’s gone through this and the baby’s gone, even the strongest of psyches can’t handle it, just in case she can’t think straight.” Ives Norton looked at the door to the hospital room with worry written in his eyes.
Baird Lane, though he found the look in his eyes a little piercing, had to admit that his words were right.
“I know, I’ll arrange it, don’t worry about it.” Baird Lane said coldly.
Ives Norton chortled, “But whenever you’re nice to your wife, you don’t need me to remind you of that you know?”
Baird Lane clenched his fists, “Enough said? You really care about her.”
“Yeah, I care about her a lot because I sympathize with her for meeting a man like you, and it’s no wonder that this time she says she’s figured it out.” Dropping this, Ives Norton turned to leave.
Baird Lane called out to him, “You stop!”
Ives Norton stopped, “What’s wrong?”
“You said she figured it out, what did she figure out, and what exactly did you guys talk about in the hospital room just now?” Baird Lane stared at him intently.
Ives Norton pushed his eyes together and smiled, “We did say something, but I promised her I’d keep it a secret for her, so I can’t say, but if you want to know, you’ll have to ask yourself.”
With that, he shrugged his shoulders and walked away.
Baird Lane looked at his back with a grimace and a cold air around him.
Ives Norton’s ‘she’s figured it out’ comment from earlier had him very concerned, always feeling that something was about to happen.
Is he overthinking it?
“President Lane,” Gates said as he came over from the distance carrying a lunchbox.
Baird Lane gathered his thoughts, “Something wrong?”
“I got your lunch.” Gates handed over the lunchbox.
Baird Lane looked away, “No, I don’t have an appetite.”
“No way President Lane, you haven’t eaten in almost a day, how can your body stand it if you don’t eat, better eat something.” Gates advised.
Baird Lane shook his head, “No, help yourself.”
He was so adamant that Gates couldn’t even be persuaded to put his lunchbox down with a sigh.
“President Lane, are you worried about ma’am?” Gates couldn’t help but ask when he saw Baird Lane looking at Christine White’s hospital room door.
Baird Lane hung his eyes without answering.
Gates sardonically rubbed his nose and stopped asking questions, changing the subject, “President Lane, you have a video conference abroad tonight, when do you plan to return?”
“Push it, I’m not going back.” Baird Lane commanded faintly.
Gates wasn’t surprised by that answer; after all, President Lane really didn’t have the heart for any kind of meeting the way things were going right now.
“I know, I’ll let you know later.” Gates returned.
Baird Lane hmmm’d, “Also, go arrange for a psychiatrist and get Aunt Lucy back here again while you’re at it.”
He was more comfortable with Aunt Lucy looking after Christine White.
“Good.” Gates nodded, “Is there anything else President Lane wants?”
“Nope, go ahead and do as you’re told.” Baird Lane waved.
Gates immediately left the hospital to do as he was told.
Baird Lane was again alone in the long ward corridor.
He sat in the cold chair, his eyes fixed for an instant on Christine White’s hospital room, and a long time passed.
Ives Norton was not surprised to see him still sitting and not gone when he came back.
But Ives Norton ignores Baird Lane and walks right through the door of Christine White’s hospital room to examine her once more.
By the time Ives Norton came out of his checkup, Baird Lane finally made a move.
“What’s her condition now?” Baird Lane stopped Ives Norton to ask.
Ives Norton rolled his eyes, “What else, the usual, but I say why haven’t you gone back yet, you’re not going to sit here all this time are you?”
Baird Lane pursed his thin lips and acquiesced.
Ives Norton raised an eyebrow in surprise, “You’ve really been sitting here for half a day, when did you become so patient?”
“I don’t know.” Baird Lane replied indifferently.
He did wonder where he got the patience to stay here for almost a day at a time.
He was also going to leave and come back later.
But every time he decides to leave, he can’t help but have that scene in his head of Christine White being wheeled out of surgery, and then he can’t go any further, like he’s going to stay here and see her one more time.
Ives Norton was a good judge of character and naturally saw what was going on in Baird Lane’s mind, his glasses reflecting back, “You stayed here because you wanted to see her?”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nodded slightly.
Ives Norton bristled, “Are you not going to leave if you don’t see her?”
Baird Lane frowned and was about to say no, but ultimately didn’t speak.
“Alright, just go in, she’s asleep and not emotional at this point anyway, but do you want your forehead taken care of?” Ives Norton asked looking at the wound on Baird Lane’s forehead.
He’d meant to say that before.
Also know how this injury came about.
But the thought of Baird Lane being so unfair to Christine White over Molly Bort made him think that he did deserve to teach Baird Lane a lesson, but it had been hours, and if he didn’t take care of it, it would leave a scar.
However Baird Lane declined, “No, that’s it.”
He crossed over to Ives Norton and entered the ward.
Ives Norton shrugged.
If you don’t need it, you don’t need it. He was just asking anyway.
Baird Lane entered the hospital room and subconsciously put his footsteps as light as possible, not wanting to wake the woman in the hospital bed.
But eventually the woman woke up, and just as he was sitting down on the edge of the bed she suddenly opened her eyes, “What are you doing here?”
She looked at Baird Lane faintly, and the tone of her question was indifferent.
It was the first time Baird Lane had seen her look at herself with such eyes, and for a moment there was something inexplicably wrong in his heart, as if something important had suddenly disappeared all of a sudden.
But what that thing was, he couldn’t say.
“I came in to see you.” Baird Lane dropped his eyes and whispered back.
Christine White sneered, “Come to see if I’m dead yet?”
Baird Lane wrinkled his nose, “Why do you say that?”
“Am I wrong?” Christine White bit her lower lip, “You knew I was pregnant and not in good health, you still forcefully extracted my bone marrow to abort my child, I’m lucky that I’m alive now, it’s my life, if it were anyone else, they might have died then.”
Baird Lane blushed slightly at her comment, but had to admit that she was indeed right.
“I’m sorry, I’ll have your body patched up later.”
“It can’t be mended.” Christine White closed her eyes, her face full of exhaustion, “I’ve had my bone marrow drawn twice in a row, and I’m still childless, my body has already hurt its roots, so that’s it.”
“No, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Baird Lane said in a very serious tone as he took her hand.
Christine White drew her hand back, “If you had said that to me before it happened, I would have been happy for days, but now, I just think it’s ridiculous, look at me now, that’s what you’re saying won’t let anything happen to me?”
Baird Lane was speechless.
Christine White tilted her head the other way, “Go away and don’t ever come back, I really don’t want to see you, seeing you reminds me of my missing child.”
“I’m sorry about the baby, but we’ll have it later.” Baird Lane said.
But as he said this, a flash of complexity flew across his eyes.
He hasn’t forgotten the nurse’s words at the time, who said that Christine White had injured her uterus and that the chances of her getting pregnant in the future were low.
He was the one who had informed the hospital side not to tell her about it, so as not to add another point of sadness to her, and he only hoped to comfort her by saying so now.
“Children?” Christine White opened her eyes, a look of confusion in them, “Can I have children?”