Chapter 180 – Horse Whip

Book:Seize His Little Wife Published:2024-6-3

Fu Bo raised the file bag in his hand, “Master asked me to check it out.”
Christine White was stunned, “I see, I had forgotten that nothing can be hidden from Grandpa …”
“So Young Granny, you should have told the Master the truth at that time.” Fu Bo looked at her with pity.
Christine White’s nose flared, “I don’t have a way to say it, I’m scared.”
She was afraid that if she said it, Baird Lane would hold it against her and think she had deliberately told on the old man.
In case the old man tackles Molly Bort, it’s a wonder Baird Lane doesn’t hate her.
Three years ago, he was able to be cruel enough to leave her alone for three years because he was married to her.
If the old man stepped in to deal with Molly Bort this time because she told him what happened, he might do something to her, so that’s why she didn’t dare to tell the old man the truth.
Fu Bo’s eye power naturally saw through her mind at a glance and couldn’t help but sigh, “Young granny, don’t worry, this matter is left to the master to handle, the master will definitely give you an explanation.”
The corner of Christine White’s mouth curled up in a bitter arc, “Account? Baird Lane can’t even give me that, and Grandpa will help me?”
“His Lordship is not like the young master, His Lordship is not half as attached to The Bort Family, trust His Lordship.” Uncle Fu encouraged her.
Christine White bit her lip and nodded, “Okay, I trust Grandpa.”
“That’s good, young granny go back and rest.”
“See you later Fubar.” Christine White wiped her eyes and left the old mansion.
The smile on Fu Bo’s face slowly retracted, looking at the file bag in his hand with a serious expression, he murmured with a sigh, “Young Master, this matter, what you did is too disappointing!”
Shaking his head helplessly, Fu Bo turned around and went to the old master’s study.
“Checked it out?” The old master asked somewhat tiredly when he saw Fu Bo come in.
Uncle Fu handed over the bag of papers in his hand, “It’s been checked out, but Master, when you look at it in a while, you must be mentally prepared.”
“What’s wrong?” The old man looked at him suspiciously.
Fubuki sighed and didn’t answer.
The old man’s heart became even more confused as he hurriedly put his cane aside, took the file bag and opened it, quickly checking the information inside.
After reading it, the old man’s old face was red with anger, his body was trembling, and a pair of sharp old eyes were red, “My poor great grandson, just like that, he was given … by that group of people from The Bort Family.”
“Elder.” Fu Bo was very worried that the old master was being exasperated and fainted, and hurriedly went forward to gently pat the old master’s back and adjust his breathing for him.
The old man trembled as he held up the information in his hands, “Old Fu ah, how could I have such a grandson? That’s his own child, how could he do this? For the sake of The Bort Family that woman, did he even give up his normal sanity?”
Fubuki didn’t answer.
The old man slammed the information down hard on the table, “Lao Fu, call and get Baird Lane to the old mansion for me.”
“Master, there’s no rush on the young master’s side for now.” Fu Bo suddenly said.
The old man looked at him, “What do you mean?”
“It means, let’s first find Xiao Song and ask how Young Master and Young Grandmother usually get along, and see if there’s anything else we don’t know.” Fu Bo proposed.
The old man thought for a moment, “That’s fine.”
“Then I’ll contact Xiao Song.” Uncle Fu took out his cell phone.
The call, which lasted almost an hour, was so long that the old man felt like he was going to be pissed off.
When it was over, the old man gave a direct order to Aunt Lucy to call Baird Lane to the old mansion.
Aunt Lucy knocked on Baird Lane’s study with her cell phone, “Sir.”
Baird Lane opened the door, “Christine White back?”
“No, the Mrs. isn’t back yet.” Aunt Lucy shook her head back.
Baird Lane pursed his lips, “Where the hell did she go?”
“I’m not sure about that, the missus didn’t say.” Aunt Lucy replied with a twinkle in her eye.
In fact, she did not know at first, but after talking to the old man on the phone just now, she knew.
Aunt Lucy’s weakness was so obvious that Baird Lane could tell she was lying at a glance, his thin lips pursed up in displeasure, “Say, where the hell did she go?”
Aunt Lucy sighed, “Mistress has gone to the old mansion, and just now Master called me and asked you, sir, to come over as well.”
“Going to the old mansion?” Baird Lane’s eyes narrowed and somehow something didn’t sit right with him, “What’s she doing at the old mansion?”
“That I really don’t know.” Aunt Lucy shrugged her shoulders.
Baird Lane mused for a few seconds, “I see, I’ll be right there.”
He closed the door to his study, crossed to Aunt Lucy and went downstairs.
By the time he reached the old mansion, it was an hour later.
Uncle Fu greeted him at the front door, and when he saw him, his expression looked a little cold, all but devoid of his usual warmth.
The malaise in Baird Lane’s mind magnified more and more, and he didn’t have to think about it very hard to almost know what must have happened.
Arriving in the old man’s study, Baird Lane straightened his cuffs and pushed his way in.
“Kneel down!” The old man looked at him with a grim face.
Baird Lane wrinkled his brow, but didn’t resist and went straight to his knees.
The old man got up, picked up the bag of papers in his hand and walked to him, directly slamming the bag of papers towards him vigorously.
The paper bag hit Baird Lane just above the head and he stifled a grunt of pain.
The old man looked down at him coldly, “Pick it up and open it.”
Baird Lane complied, picking up the bag of papers on the floor and opening it, and at a glance at its contents, his pupils quivered, but he wasn’t much surprised.
Because he knew early on that the old man would find out about this someday.
“Finished reading?” The old man asked in an emotionless voice.
Baird Lane hmmm’d.
“Now that you’ve seen it, what do you think?”
“I know I was wrong.” Baird Lane murmured.
The old man sneered, “So you know where you went wrong?”
Baird Lane lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Of course he knew, but he couldn’t say.
Saying it would only make the old man angrier.
For the old man would think him knowingly guilty, though he was himself knowingly guilty.
“Not saying anything, are you?” When the old man saw Baird Lane’s silence and thought of his poor great-grandson, he was furious, “Old Fuzzy!”
The old man shouted.
Uncle Fu came in through the door, “Master.”
“Bring me my riding crop.” The old man commanded, staring grimly at Baird Lane
Uncle Fu stared with wide old eyes, “Horsewhip?”
Baird Lane was also a bit surprised.
Seeing that Uncle Fu was standing still, the old master raised his volume and ordered again, “Still not quick enough to go!”
“Yes, yes, yes, I’ll go now.” Uncle Fu nodded repeatedly and immediately went to do as he was told.
I can’t imagine that the lord is going to take out the whip again this time.
Three years ago the young master risked his life for that woman from The Bort Family, and the old master was so furious that he beat the young master with a whip.
And this time the master is going to beat the young master again!
But thinking about the things that Young Master had done, Uncle Fu felt that he really deserved to be beaten as well.
Thinking this way, Fu Bo quickened his pace, took the horse whip in the old man’s room and quickly rushed back again, handing it over to the old man.
The old man took the riding crop and lashed it straight across Baird Lane’s back.
The snap was extraordinarily loud and could be heard throughout the study.
And the clothes on Baird Lane’s back were cracked directly by that whip, so it was clear that the old man had shown no mercy at all.
Sweat oozed from the corners of Baird Lane’s forehead in pain, but he didn’t grunt as he clenched his back teeth in a death grip.
“Say, what is wrong with you?” The old man asked again.
Baird Lane still hasn’t spoken.
This behavior of his undoubtedly angered the old man even more.
“Not saying anything, are you?” The old man laughed angrily, then raised the horsewhip in his hand once again.