Christine White was upset, “What did Grandpa White say?”
“He said you weren’t well and asked me to look after you, so I can’t go now!” Baird Lane sat down as well.
Christine White dropped her eyes and smiled sarcastically, “Who’s to blame for my poor health?”
Baird Lane has a slightly stunned expression, then apologizes, “Sorry, it won’t happen again …”
“Do we have a future?” Christine White looked at him sadly, “Do you know how bad my health is now? I don’t have the means to blow, when I blow I get sick, even my whole body is cold, no matter how much I sleep at night it’s not warm, I don’t even know how much longer I can live!”
Baird Lane’s heart skipped a beat at his words.
How could he not have imagined that she was already in such poor health?
“Mistress, is this true?” Aunt Lucy took Christine White’s hand and felt the coldness of her hand, and was instantly overwhelmed with heartache, “Sir, Mistress’s hand is really cold, feel it.”
She made a gesture about to pass Christine White’s hand toward Baird Lane.
But Christine White doesn’t want to engage with Baird Lane, so she just pulls her hand back.
Baird Lane’s eyes darkened slightly when he saw her move.
Is she resisting him now, so much so that she won’t even accept his touch?
“Christine White, you must come back with me!” Baird Lane said forcefully, as he pushed down the discomfort in his heart.
Christine White took a deep breath, “Mr. Lane, haven’t I made myself clear? I want a divorce, a divorce! If that’s the case, why should I go back? Go back and get cold-cocked again? Or to donate bone marrow to Molly Bort again?”
Listening to her accusing words, Baird Lane’s heart is also quite a bit uncomfortable, but more than that, it is still guilty for her.
“It won’t be, not ever again.” Baird Lane assured.
Christine White, however, shook her head and laughed, “I don’t believe you, really!”
“And what exactly would it take for you to believe that?” Baird Lane frowned.
Christine White dropped her eyes, “I’m not going to believe it any way, unless you make Leo Bort pay what he deserves, can you?”
Baird Lane stopped talking at once.
Christine White sneered and snorted, “You can’t, so you’re going to have to stop making these useless assurances with me from now on, you can’t give me the security I want, so what am I even doing back with you!”
“Go back to conditioning your body, you’re not getting any effective treatment here.” Baird Lane pointed to the house.
Christine White was stubbornly terse, “That’s none of your business either.”
“What do you mean it’s none of my business, didn’t you say that I caused your body? Is it okay for me to be responsible then?”
“I don’t want your responsibility!” Christine White gripped her cell phone tightly, her voice a little choked, “My body has become like this, let’s take it as buying myself a lesson, buying me a lesson in not seeing reality and not knowing myself.”
“What do you mean?” Baird Lane subconsciously took a step back.
Christine White sneered, “Don’t you understand? I clearly know that you don’t love me, don’t treat me well, and that I’m from two worlds with you, and yet I purposely pretended not to know, and still deluded myself into thinking that I could win your heart with companionship, and ta-da I say that I can’t see the reality, and don’t have any self-awareness.”
“Ma’am.” Aunt Lucy couldn’t listen, “How can you talk about yourself like that.”
“Aunt Lucy, am I wrong?” Christine White pointed at the man whose face was a little less than favorable, “I didn’t say anything wrong, it’s me who looked at things too idealistically, obviously not in the same world as him, but I had to barge into his world, so it’s me who deserves it that I’m in this situation now!”
“No ma’am, you’re not wrong, you really aren’t!” Aunt Lucy shook her head.
Christine White looked up at the ceiling and held back her tears, “But everyone thought it was my fault that I married him, and over time, I thought so too, even Mr. Lane himself thought so once, didn’t he?”
Baird Lane’s thin lips moved slightly without speaking.
Indeed, as she said, the thought had crossed his mind.
Not only that, but for the past three years he’s still thought that she married him for his money.
“I was the one who took it out on you in the past, and I won’t do it again.” Baird Lane apologized sincerely.
Christine White rubbed the small of her back and smiled a bitter smile, “It’s late, I haven’t told you that yet, have I?”
“What?”
“I saw you being so nice and protective of Molly Bort before, and I was jealous, I was envious, but I didn’t dare to do anything because I knew that no matter what I did, your heart wouldn’t belong back to me, so I actually resigned myself to my fate at that point.”
Saying this, Christine White closed her eyes, then continued, “I thought that as long as you didn’t divorce, I would still be your wife, and then give birth to our child, and I would keep the child for the rest of my life, and I wouldn’t be wishing for your heart, but I didn’t think that I would be granted such a small wish.”
“Mrs. …” Aunt Lucy looked at her compassionately.
Christine White forced a smile at Aunt Lucy, signaling that she was fine, “So the baby is gone and my heart is mostly cold, but what really killed me was your Baird Lane’s inaction, I can’t figure it out, do you love Molly Bort so much that you can really love right and wrong, and don’t care about blood or flesh and bone ?”
“No, I care.” Baird Lane returned with his fists clenched, “But have you thought about what would happen to Molly if I did that?”
“I haven’t, and I’m not going to think about it!” Christine White looked at him with red eyes, “Why should I think about her? All I care about is my child, all I know is that my child was killed by Molly Bort’s father, and isn’t it only right that her father pay the price?”
Baird Lane was dumbfounded.
It’s only right that Leo Bort pays the price.
He’d love to put Leo Bort in jail, too.
But once he does, Molly absolutely immediately does something that no one would expect either.
Seeing Baird Lane go silent again, Christine White is once again deeply disappointed in him.
She closed her eyes in self-deprecation, “I’m so crazy to expect anything less from you, it’s ridiculous!”
Baird Lane’s pupils constricted slightly when he heard her say this, and he panicked inwardly.
As much as she’d said before about being disappointed in him, none of it had touched him as much as this one she was saying right now.
Aunt Lucy naturally also sensed that the atmosphere was not right now, and looked first at Christine White, then at Baird Lane whose handsome face was a bit stiff, and finally sighed deeply, “Sir, ma’am, you guys stop chatting for a while, ma’am, where’s the kitchen?”
Aunt Lucy asked Christine White.
Christine White went along for the ride and stopped talking to Baird Lane about it.
She had actually stopped wanting to continue a long time ago, after all, talking about it would only remind her of that poor child.
“Over there.” Christine White was pointing in a direction.
Aunt Lucy looked away, “I see, then I’ll go to the kitchen and cook something, ma’am, could you take mister to his room? He’s not healed enough to stand for long.”
Christine White’s demeanor changed slightly when she heard about the injuries on Baird Lane’s body and nodded, “Good.”
“I’ll leave you to it then sir.” Aunt Lucy smiled and carried a large bag to the kitchen.
Christine White and Baird Lane were the only ones left in the parsonage.
Christine White looked at him, “Come on, I’ll show you to your room.”
Baird Lane hmmm’d and picked up his suitcase and followed her.
Naturally, Christine White would not take him to her room, but opened the one next to hers.
“This is it, make your own bed.” Christine White said, about to turn around and walk away.
Baird Lane took her by the arm, “This isn’t your room?”