Baird Lane couldn’t figure that one out, and grew more and more somber inside.
He went to the front of the liquor cabinet, took a high degree Louis XIII from it and opened it, pouring himself a full glass.
This cup, he directly tilted his head back to drink a mouthful, drink too quickly, he also accidentally choked, a somewhat sickly pale face are choking red.
But soon he recovered and continued to drink afterward.
In less than half an hour, a bottle of wine worth several hundred thousand dollars was finished by him like this.
The degree of Louis XIII is far more than other expensive wines, even if Baird Lane is a good drinker, a bottle down can not be.
Coupled with the fact that he was already injured, drinking so much wine made his body feel like it was on fire, causing the wounds on his back that hadn’t even scabbed over yet to split open as well, and the pain was so intense that he passed out straight away, and it wasn’t until Aunt Lucy came up to call him after she had prepared the meal that he realized that he had fainted.
Aunt Lucy was scared out of her wits and rushed to call an ambulance.
Outside the emergency room, Aunt Lucy waited anxiously for a moment, then pulled out her cell phone and called Christine White over with trembling fingers, “Ma’am, it’s not good.”
Christine White was offering incense to her grandparents when she heard her tone so urgent, “What’s wrong Aunt Lucy?”
“Something’s happened, sir has fainted.” Aunt Lucy was so anxious she was on the verge of tears.
Christine White stood up with wide eyes, “What? He fainted?”
“Yeah, right now Mr. is in the emergency room …”
“Aunt Lucy, how did he pass out?” Christine White asked anxiously, her voice trembling.
Aunt Lucy took several deep breaths in a row before she managed to calm down a bit, “I don’t know, I made dinner and went upstairs to call Sir, then when Sir didn’t respond, I went into the room and went in and smelled a good whiff of alcohol, and Sir collapsed on the floor with a glass in his hand.”
“Drinking?” Christine White was shocked and angry, “How can he drink, he’s so badly injured, doesn’t he want to die?”
“I don’t know why mister is drinking, I …”
“Well Aunt Lucy, I’m not blaming you, I’m just mad at him, how can he take his life so seriously?” Christine White stomped her foot, her eyes red with anger.
Aunt Lucy sighed, “I’m saying the same thing, but you know how Mister’s temper is, if he wants to do something, who can stop him?”
Christine White was silent, and after a moment she bit her lip and asked, “Aunt Lucy, did you tell Grandpa?”
“How would I dare tell His Lordship, he might be furious if he knew.”
“That’s true, so Aunt Lucy, keep an eye on him for a bit, and let me know immediately when he comes out of the emergency room.” Christine White requested.
Aunt Lucy nodded repeatedly, “Don’t worry ma’am, I will.”
“Uh, thank you.” Christine White forced a smile and spoke the phone to hang up.
Hearing the news that Baird Lane had suddenly passed out had literally scared her heart out of her chest, along with an urge, an urge to rush over and see him right away.
But it was a good thing she held back in the end.
Just she didn’t understand, what is he drinking for a good reason, she just couldn’t believe that he didn’t know that he couldn’t drink in his current condition, he must have done it knowingly, and she hadn’t seen him do such irrational things before?
Thinking of this, Christine White let out a long sigh, then put her cell phone away and carried the incense and candles and other things she had brought with her to get ready to go down the mountain.
By the time she’d just made it to the bottom of the hill, before she had a chance to get inside, Aunt Lucy’s call was back.
“Good news, ma’am.” Aunt Lucy’s voice held obvious joy.
Christine White’s heart that had been lifting dropped, “He’s okay?”
“Yes, sir has just come out of the emergency room and is fine, luckily it was found in time or something could have gone wrong.” Aunt Lucy said with exasperation and helplessness.
Christine White was completely relieved, “I’m glad he’s okay, don’t let him drink anymore, Aunt Lucy you keep an eye on him.”
“I know.” Aunt Lucy responded.
“That’s good, then I’ll hang up now.”
“Ma’am, aren’t you going to talk to Sir? He’s awake.” Aunt Lucy asked her.
Christine White shook her head, “No, that’s it, besides we just had a conversation this morning, and it’s kind of pointless to have another conversation about divorcing and not divorcing, as long as he’s okay.”
“Okay, you take care then ma’am.” Aunt Lucy sighed and spoke the phone to hang up.
Baird Lane was half sitting on the hospital bed, his gaze bland as he looked at her, “What did she tell you?”
“Ma’am said you’re fine sir?” Aunt Lucy returned truthfully.
Baird Lane pursed his lips, “Nothing else?”
“No.” Aunt Lucy shook her head.
Baird Lane’s face grew even more unpleasant.
This woman, who still says she loves him, hears him like this and doesn’t even say anything about coming back to see him.
“Sir, what’s wrong with you?” Aunt Lucy couldn’t help but ask curiously when she saw that Baird Lane looked out of sorts.
Baird Lane replied with a cold face, “Nothing.”
“Is it really okay?” Aunt Lucy wasn’t quite sure.
Ives Norton came through the door with his chart binder and hung back to answer, “Aunt Lucy, you believe him, he made it to the hospital alive even after drinking a bottle of Louis XIII, think he should be okay too.”
Baird Lane narrowed his eyes and a cold-as-a-knife glare darted toward him.
Ives Norton was not only not afraid, but also gave a provocative smile, “Baird, this is your fault, you are a patient now, how can you be so rude to me as a doctor, aren’t you afraid that I will do something to you?”
“You try?” Baird Lane spat out coldly.
Ives Norton raised an eyebrow, “Okay, I can’t afford to piss you off, so let’s not talk about it, okay?”
Baird Lane grunted and didn’t say anything more.
Ives Norton went to the head of the bed to change his hangnail, and as he did so he asked, “Seriously Baird, what are you drinking for good reason, and what’s going on with your back? Do you realize that you can’t drink with such a serious injury to your back, you’re lying here now because you’re lucky, if you’d come back any later you’d probably be dead.”
“I know.” Baird Lane said in a faint voice with downcast eyes.
“Know you still drink?” Ives Norton frowned.
Baird Lane lifted his hand up to where his heart was, “Drink if it hurts here.”
“Why do you hurt here again?” Ives Norton pulled out his stethoscope, ready to show him.
But before he could reach over, Baird Lane swatted it away, “Don’t look, it doesn’t hurt now.”
He was only hurting because he was thinking of Christine White at the time.
The thought that I might not see her again made my heart ache.
And he didn’t know why that was.
“Really, since you’ve said that, I don’t care, but you should tell me about this back injury, right?” Ives Norton wrapped his arms around himself and looked at Baird Lane with a smirk.
Baird Lane returned with a flat face, “The old man hit it.”
When he said this, his tone was calm and unruffled, as if being beaten like this was just a trivial and insignificant matter.
But Ives Norton was shocked as hell, “Lane senior hit you? Why did he hit you again? Or was it the horsewhip?”
Baird Lane nodded.
Ives Norton staggered, “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Lane old man this time is under the hard hand ah, three years ago did not even hit so hard, your back is at least a dozen whip marks, he is completely to beat you to death ah, what did you do, let him beat you so?”
“Grandpa knows about me harboring Leo Bort.”
Ives Norton raised an eyebrow, “So the old man knows about what Leo Bort did to Christine White?”
Baird Lane pursed his lips and acquiesced.
“No wonder, after all, the old man has always wanted to hold a great-grandchild …” Ives Norton said somewhat sadly, then thought of something and ran his eyes around the hospital room, “By the way, after all this talk, where’s Christine White? Why isn’t she here?”