Christine White nodded, “Didn’t you get me a psychiatrist, that’s why I said thank you.”
“Huh? I’m looking for umm …” Ives Norton suddenly stifled a grunt, his expression twisting a bit.
Christine White was puzzled, “What’s wrong with you?”
“I’m fine.” Ives Norton smiled at her reluctantly.
“Is it really okay? I just heard you scream I think.” Christine White said.
Ives Norton coughed lightly, “I just bit my tongue.”
“Yeah?” Christine White still felt like something was wrong, but he said so and she just took it as true.
Seeing that Christine White didn’t ask any more questions, Ives Norton exhaled softly, then shifted his body weight toward Aunt Lucy and lowered his voice, “”Aunt Lucy, can you let go of my foot now?””
“Yes, but Dr. Norton don’t you dare say the wrong thing again, the last thing our wife wants to hear right now is about Mr. That’s why I told the wife that you were the one who found the psychiatrist, and you almost said the wrong thing just now.” Aunt Lucy smiled peevishly and let go of his foot.
Ives Norton pushed his eyes out of the crooked bridge of his nose, “It’s not like you didn’t say hello to me in the first place, how was I supposed to know you’d be spilling your guts.”
“Okay, stop it.” Aunt Lucy reminded.
Ives Norton looked down at his trampled and soiled uppers and couldn’t help but cry a little, “Alright Christine, you have a good rest, I’ll be off.”
“Okay, slow down.” Christine White nodded her head lightly.
Ives Norton racks up a medical records binder and heads out, only to be stopped by Baird Lane as soon as he gets out.
Ives Norton rolled his eyes, “Baird, you haven’t left yet, have you?”
“When can she be discharged?” Baird Lane asked without answering.
Ives Norton’s expression got serious, “What, you want to discharge her now when she can’t even get off the ground?”
“No, just wanted to ask.” Baird Lane pursed his lips.
Ives Norton wrapped his arms around him, “It’s early, at least until the wound on her stomach scabs over, but even if she’s discharged by then, she’ll have to come in for checkups every three days, and when a person’s bone marrow is pumped twice in a row, you don’t think there’ll be any problems?”
Baird Lane isn’t talking anymore.
Ives Norton sighed, “Come on Baird, go back, she doesn’t even want to see you right now, what’s the point of you keeping guarding this place, you might as well figure out what to do to get her to forgive you.”
With those words, he left directly.
Baird Lane leaned against the cold wall, contemplating.
Forgiveness?
Would she really forgive him?
Even if he told the truth and she knew that he hadn’t done it, she still wouldn’t forgive him, I’m afraid.
Squeak!
The ward door was opened once more.
Aunt Lucy comes out of it with a kettle and chokes coldly when she sees Baird Lane leaning against the wall smoking.
“Sir, what are you doing? Mrs. is still in the ward, you are smoking here, what if the smell of smoke gets in?” Aunt Lucy rebuked with a cold face.
Baird Lane was slightly startled, then responded, “Sorry.”
He didn’t hesitate and simply stubbed out his cigarette.
Aunt Lucy, however, still didn’t have a good face for him, “Go back to smoking if you want to smoke sir. ”
She crossed to him, ready to go to the water room to get water.
“Wait.” Baird Lane called out to Aunt Lucy.
Aunt Lucy frowned, “What can I do for you sir?”
“How is she now?” Baird Lane asked, looking at the hospital room door.
Aunt Lucy grunted, “Thanks to Mr., the missus is in so much pain that she can’t even turn over.”
“You know?” Baird Lane heard the sarcasm in her words.
Aunt Lucy boarded up her face, “Madam told me that it was you, sir, who caused her miscarriage by forcibly extracting her bone marrow in order to save that woman from The Bort Family, but you, sir, lied to me that it was Madam who fell by herself, what exactly is your intention, sir?”
Baird Lane lowered his eyelids so that the color in his eyes could not be seen, “There is nothing to be gained by it, go away.”
He only said that because he didn’t want to make too big a deal out of it, much less bring Molly into it.
After all, he had decided from the beginning that he would take on this matter all by himself.
But he didn’t expect Christine White to tell Aunt Lucy, though not the real truth.
Seeing that Baird Lane refused to say it explicitly, Aunt Lucy’s heart was also on fire, and she taunted in a conspiratorial manner, “Sir, you treat your wife and your own children like this for that woman from The Bort Family, just wait, there will always be a day when you will regret it.”
She stopped paying attention to Baird Lane and went straight into the water room next door.
The knot in Baird Lane’s throat slid slightly for a few moments, and a few complications passed through his eyes.
Regret?
First Ives Norton said so, and now Aunt Lucy is saying so.
Did he really do something wrong?
Baird Lane stands in the doorway of the hospital room and looks in through the glass in the door, eventually turning away.
Aunt Lucy came out of the water closet, glanced in the direction he’d left, and let out a long sigh, “Sins …”
To do this to his own wife and child for a woman who almost cost him his life back then and now treats him like this is not sinning.
Without further thought, Aunt Lucy shook her head and entered the hospital room.
Soon, a week passed.
Christine White was barely able to get out of bed, being supported by Aunt Lucy, and could still walk a few steps, but not too far or her body still hurt.
She hadn’t seen Baird Lane in the last few days, hadn’t contacted him, and hadn’t asked him about anything.
Instead, Aunt Lucy told her that Baird Lane came every day, was outside the ward door, just never came in.
In response, Christine White just laughed it off and didn’t say much.
“Ma’am, Dr. Yang is here.” Aunt Lucy led a man in.
This man is the psychiatrist, last name Yang.
Christine White closed the book in her hand and smiled at Dr. Young.
Dr. Yang came over, “Mrs. Lane’s mood has smoothed out a lot lately.”
“It’s okay, it’s all because of you, Dr. Yang.” Christine White said with a smile.
She was, indeed, quite a bit calmer and not as hysterical as she had been at first.
Dr. Young waved his hand humbly, “The biggest reason, the biggest reason, is you yourself Mrs. Lane, you’re stronger than I thought.”
“Thank you Dr. Yang for the compliment.”
“Not a compliment, just the truth, Mrs. Lane, let’s get started on today’s counseling.” Dr. Young said.
Christine White hmmm’d and set the book in her hand aside.
Aunt Lucy didn’t bother them, and after a small smile, went out to buy food.
When she came back from buying food, she happened to bump into Dr. Yang, who was about to leave.
“Dr. Yang, are you leaving?” Aunt Lucy asked.
Dr. Young nodded, “Yeah, counseling is over.”
“That fast?”
“Mrs. Lane’s heart is in a good state now, it’s already at a healthy level, and she won’t need counseling in the future, so I should go too.” Dr. Yang finished and excused himself.
Aunt Lucy sighed in relief, she thought the missus had angered him and he had left in a huff.
“Ma’am, I bought big bone soup, you’ll drink more in a while.” Aunt Lucy opened the lunchbox and served the meal from it.
Christine White smelled the food and was a little hungry, eyeing the bowl in Aunt Lucy’s hand.
Aunt Lucy smiled and handed her the bowl, “Eat up.”
“Thanks Aunt Lucy,” Christine White said as she took the bowl and blew gently on the heat before taking a sip of the soup.
She had eaten so lightly in the past few days that her mouth had no flavor when she looked for it, and now that she was drinking such fragrant big bone soup, a feeling of happiness came over her.
Aunt Lucy was very happy to see her happy with her drink.
“Take your time ma’am, I’m going to go get Dr. Norton to prescribe some medicine, you’re almost out of it.” Aunt Lucy said.
Christine White nodded, “Okay.”
“I’ll go then.” Aunt Lucy took off the apron she had on and went out.
As soon as she had left in front of her, Christine White’s cell phone, which was sitting on her bedside, suddenly rang.
She stopped drinking her soup and casually glanced at it, a glance that made her unable to move her eyes away any longer, and a wave of intense indignation surfaced on her small face.