Baird Lane was stunned.
He wanted to say that he was different from her, but the words came out of his mouth.
Christine White gently picked open her eyelids all the way, seeing this expression on his face, she about guessed what was in his heart, and coldly mocked, “Mr. Lane, slag without knowing it, is probably your kind.”
The funny thing is that she is still in love with this man who treated her like scum.
It’s just that love for love’s sake, but she’s no longer able to love him as openly as she did before.
Otherwise, she’s sorry for her child who was only two months old when she lost it.
It’s the first time Baird Lane has ever heard someone call him scum, and it’s from Christine White.
What is a slag, of course he knows well.
But he never thought that one day he would be categorized as scum.
Is he scum?
Baird Lane pursed his thin lips and thought carefully, and then combined with what Aunt Lucy said to Hugh Dong, he seems to be a bit of a slag …
Baird Lane blushed a little subtly at the thought, and for some time afterward he maintained that expression without saying another word.
If he didn’t speak, Christine White naturally wouldn’t speak.
The two returned to the villa in silence.
Aunt Lucy sighed as she saw Christine White and Baird Lane enter, one after the other, ignoring each other.
Obviously the closest of couples, but now the whole thing is like a stranger, it’s a sin!
“Mr. and Mrs., you’re back, what would you like to have for dinner?” Aunt Lucy broke the frozen atmosphere.
Christine White shook her head, “Aunt Lucy, I’m not eating dinner, I ate before I came back, I’m a little tired, I’ll go up and rest first.”
With that, she went straight up the stairs.
Aunt Lucy has no choice but to ask Baird Lane again.
Baird Lane eyed the stairs inexplicably and did not answer.
Aunt Lucy rolled her eyes and simply stopped asking and went back to the kitchen to watch herself get ready.
But by the time she got dinner ready, none of the people eating were there.
There was no choice but for Aunt Lucy to go upstairs and invite them one by one.
After inviting Baird Lane, Christine White was invited, but as if they had an appointment, both of them tacitly said they had no appetite.
Baird Lane has no appetite and Aunt Lucy doesn’t advise him or care for him, but Christine White here, Aunt Lucy is worried.
“Ma’am, you should at least eat something, even if you have eaten, two or three hours have passed now, if you don’t eat, you will be hungry during the night, and your body needs to be well conditioned, how can you not eat.” Aunt Lucy knocked on the door and advised.
Christine White sat on the bed and looked at the divorce papers she had brought back while just replying, “Really no Aunt Lucy, I’m not hungry and I can’t eat, so don’t try to talk me out of it.”
“But …”
“Okay Aunt Lucy, that’s it!” Christine White interrupted her.
Aunt Lucy had no choice but to go downstairs with abandon.
Christine White exhaled softly, and a wave of reluctance suddenly welled up in her heart, reluctance for Aunt Lucy, reluctance for the old man, and reluctance for the villa that was filled with her joys and sorrows.
But so what if she doesn’t want to let go anymore? This was not her home, and she was destined to leave it.
Before, she had been so intent on making this place her home, her safe haven, but now she realized that it was just a hotel where she was staying temporarily.
With that thought in mind, Christine White resisted the urge to burst into tears and laid out the divorce papers, then poked around and pulled a pen out of a drawer and signed her name on the female side of the agreement.
The process of signing is not so easy, her hands are trembling, the words signed out naturally can not be seen anywhere good, crooked and reptile-like.
When she was done signing, she put the agreement back in the file bag and put it in the drawer with the pen to lock it so she wouldn’t be afraid of Baird Lane finding it.
She was going to wait until she left to get the agreement out for him to sign, and now that she had it out, she was afraid he would tear it up if he didn’t sign it.
Putting the drawer keys away carefully, Christine White rubbed her cheeks and reached for her bedside cell phone again, dialing a call out, “Grandpa.”
The old man’s kind voice came over the phone, “It’s Christine, what’s the matter with calling my old man at this hour?”
Christine White pinched her palms and tried her best to make her voice sound no different from when she usually spoke to the old man, “Grandpa, it’s something, but I want to talk to you face to face, can I come over to the old mansion tomorrow?”
At this point in time, if you tell the old man that you’re planning to divorce Baird Lane, the old man will probably kill you right away.
At her age, she doesn’t feel comfortable running around.
“What is it that you have to tell me to my face? Can’t you say it over the phone?” The old man’s face became serious.
Generally, things that have to be talked about in person are obviously something big.
Christine White lowered her eyelids to hide the sadness in her eyes and returned, “Well, it’s hard to say over the phone, it’s better to say it in person.”
“In that case, come on over then and have Baird drop you off, just so you can all have dinner with the old man.” The old man agreed.
Christine White, however, was a bit embarrassed and lied under cover, “I’m afraid that’s not possible, cold ….. … Baird has something going on at work tomorrow, and I’m the only one who can come.”
“Really, then we’ll have dinner together next time.” The old man sighed regretfully.
Christine White silently said sorry to the old man in her heart, “Okay, then grandpa, you rest early.”
Hanging up the phone, Christine White collapsed helplessly on the bed as if her strength had been drained out of her body, staring at the ceiling with red eyes, tears slowly sliding down the corners of her eyes on both sides.
She’s finally taking that step!
She’s finally going to tell her old man about the divorce!
In this moment, Christine White cried and laughed, cried and laughed at her impending divorce.
Baird Lane saw her like this when he came in from his work and subconsciously stopped and just stood in the doorway staring at her.
If it was in the past, he would have come up with a ‘Christine White, are you crazy’, but now, seeing him like this, he felt a little bad in his heart, so naturally he couldn’t say anything like that.
Finally, when Christine White was tired of crying herself to sleep, Baird Lane moved his somewhat stiff legs toward the bed.
He looked down at her slightly, his eyes revealing a few moments of confusion and unease.
For some reason, she was close enough to touch, but he inexplicably felt that she was so far away from him, so far away that he began to panic.
“Christine White!” shouted Baird Lane as he came to his senses and flew to Christine White.
Christine White’s body curled up a bit and didn’t wake up.
But her movement calmed Baird Lane’s somewhat flustered heart.
He had just been so bewitched that he felt as if she was going to be gone in the next second, even though she was still here.
Baird Lane pinched his brow tiredly, it seemed that he really hadn’t slept well in the past few days and was hallucinating.
Quickly getting his mind in the right place, Baird Lane reached down and wiped the still-dry tears from the corners of Christine White’s eyes before going to the bathroom and getting a hot towel out to wipe away the tear tracks on her face bit by bit, and when he was done with that, he quietly left the room again as if he’d never come in.
And all of this was unknown to Christine White.
By the time she woke up, it was the next morning, and she shuffled downstairs, casually ate breakfast, and set off for the old mansion.
Maybe she came too early, the old man was still eating breakfast, and when he saw her coming, he even greeted her and ate with her.
Christine White naturally did not dare to disobey the old man, so she obediently sat down and ate a little more.
After eating, the old man brought her to his study, “Say, what is it that you want from me, Grandpa?”