Christine White turned her head out the window and didn’t answer.
Gates pushed his glasses up awkwardly, “Okay, I know, I’ll go back and tell President Lane.”
“Thank you.” Christine White thanked her faintly.
“You’re welcome, as it should be, then ma’am, I’ll take my leave.”
“Good.” Christine White nodded.
After Gates left, Aunt Lucy closed the door behind her and couldn’t help but ask, “Ma’am, what are you doing seeing Mr. now? It’s hard to believe you’re planning to forgive him.”
“No.” Christine White closed her eyes, her voice long and weary, “I won’t forgive him, I can forgive him for anything, even if he forcibly drained me of my bone marrow, but I can’t forgive him for his ruthlessness in aborting my child, knowing I was pregnant, in order to drain me of my bone marrow.”
Aunt Lucy sighs.
Christine White added, “Aunt Lucy, you know what? Two days ago I was still having nightmares about that kid questioning me about why his dad didn’t like him and asking me why I didn’t protect him, and there was no way I could answer those two questions, I really couldn’t …”
“Mistress.” Aunt Lucy hugged her with a heartfelt soothing hug, “Mistress don’t think too much, it was all a dream, it was all a dream.”
“I know, but I can’t let go.” Christine White choked out.
Aunt Lucy’s sighs continue, “Sins oh …”
Christine White sobbed in a small voice, “I really never thought that he would be so cruel as to even call that child a sinner!”
“Sins?” Aunt Lucy’s body stiffened as she hugged her.
Christine White sensed something was wrong with Aunt Lucy and looked up from her arms, “What’s wrong with Aunt Lucy?”
Aunt Lucy frowned, “Ma’am, are you saying that Mister called the baby in your womb a sinful child?”
“Yeah, I was on the operating table and heard it with my own ears.”
“That’s not right.” Aunt Lucy stroked her chin with a strange look on her face, “Mr. grew up with an elite education, he wouldn’t say such words at all, and swearing is even less likely, ma’am, are you sure this is what Mr. said?”
“He said it, I swear!” Christine White held up three fingers.
Aunt Lucy’s brow furrowed into a chuan, “Then this is strange …”
Mr. wouldn’t say such a thing, and Mrs. wouldn’t lie.
Could there be a hidden agenda here?
“Ma’am, if you think about it more carefully, did the gentleman say anything else besides that?” Aunt Lucy asked again.
Christine White dropped her eyes and said in a faint voice, “Yes.”
“Said what?”
Christine White told the story exactly as it was.
Aunt Lucy listened, the mystery in her mind growing bigger and bigger, “The boss? Who is that boss?”
“I don’t know, I asked but no one told me, at the time, before the surgery, only Baird Lane spoke to the guys who just operated on me, that boss didn’t say a word from the beginning to the end, much less show his face.” Christine White shook her head.
Aunt Lucy narrowed her eyes, “Then this is even stranger.”
“What’s strange?” Christine White looked at her.
Aunt Lucy said in a deep voice, “Ma’am, you just said that it was Mister who worked together with that boss to siphon off your bone marrow, but think about it ma’am, Mister as the next head of The Lane Family, with his power and influence, who in this town would be better than him, he needs to work with someone?”
Hearing this, Christine White, who was also starting to feel a little weird inside, pursed her lips and said, “So Aunt Lucy what you’re saying is that someone is impersonating Baird?”
“That’s not what I meant, I just think it might not be that simple.” Aunt Lucy returned.
Christine White clenched her palms, “Whatever else is mixed in here, in any case he, Baird Lane, is involved and I still won’t forgive him.”
“Ma’am, I don’t mean for you to forgive Mr., I just think that there are some things that we should clear up, we can’t be so unclear, after all, there are too many suspicious points here.” Aunt Lucy picked up an apple and peeled it.
Christine White smiled bitterly, “No need, I’m afraid that if I figure it out, the results will only be more unacceptable, that’s all.”
“Alright then.” Aunt Lucy, seeing her insistence, didn’t try to persuade her any further, and cut the apple into small bite-sized pieces and handed them to her.
Christine White took it, thanked her, and took a small bite.
Aunt Lucy didn’t disturb her when she saw her eating seriously and picked up the water basin to go to the restroom to wash her clothes.
Half an hour later, Baird Lane arrived at the hospital.
After a week, this was the first time he had seen Christine White.
She had lost a lot of weight, her cheeks were sunken in, her eyes were somewhat deep-set, and her face was even more waxy and waxy, and her already thin and petite body was even more petite and heartbreaking now.
Seeing such a Christine White, Baird Lane’s psyche for no reason rose a touch of guilt and self-reproach, his thin lips moved, as if there were many words he wanted to say, but in the end, he only asked in a low voice, “Is your health better?”
Christine White looked down at herself, her expression faint, “How am I physically, Mr. Lane didn’t you see it all?”
“What did you call me?” Baird Lane’s pupils narrowed.
President Lane?
She called him President Lane?
Somehow, when he heard Christine White call out to him like that, he was inexplicably a little flustered and uneasy.
Christine White, unaware of what was going on in Baird Lane’s mind, heard him ask and repeated, “Mr. Lane, is there a problem?”
Her cold expression made Baird Lane’s heart clench even more, and the panic and unease became more pronounced.
It’s just that he’s used to not being surprised by anything, so at this moment, even if he had these emotions that displeased him, he didn’t show them and just wrinkled his eyebrows, “No problem.”
“Well then, Mr. Lane have a seat.” Christine White gestured to the chair next to the bed.
Baird Lane didn’t say much as he walked over and sat down, “You had Gates ask me to come over here and say he had something to tell me?”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White nodded.
Baird Lane’s voice subconsciously softened as he looked at her sickly little face, “What is it?”
“Let’s get a divorce.” Christine White returned.
Baird Lane’s face changed slightly and his mind was even more alarmed, “What did you say?”
“I said, let’s get a divorce!” Christine White repeated word for word.
Baird Lane stood up, so violently that the legs of his chair made a mark on the floor and made a piercingly sharp sound.
But both of them didn’t bother, they just looked at each other, one with deep and hidden eyes, and the other with flat and waveless eyes, as if they were a pool of stagnant water.
The two of them stared at each other, causing the air to gradually become frozen.
After a moment, Baird Lane calmed down and was the first to break the stony silence, his voice cold, “Did you just say, divorce?”
How could he not have imagined that what she was going to tell him was, in fact, a divorce?
“Yes.” Christine White responded without fear.
Baird Lane’s hands at his sides clenched and his breath went icy around him, “Christine White, do you know what you’re talking about?”
No wonder she suddenly changed the way she addressed him, she actually had this in mind!
“I know, and my head is clear, Mr. Lane, that I want a divorce.” Christine White returned in a cool and scanty tone.
No one knows how much courage she mustered to say the words divorce.
How could she have filed for divorce if she hadn’t saved up enough disappointment.
After all, this was the only man she had ever loved deeply, but this was the man who had made her love him, but he had given her a hard time!
Hearing the firmness in Christine White’s words about divorce, Baird Lane’s face grimaced, “Christine White, give me a reason for divorce!”
Christine White dropped her eyes, “Is it okay if I hate you?”
This answer made Baird Lane subconsciously take a step back, mild shock surfacing on his cold face, “You hate me?”