“This ah …” Aunt Lucy’s expression hardened.
“Aunt Lucy, just tell me!” Christine White took her hand, desperate to know everything.
Aunt Lucy was torn, “Ma’am, Master won’t let us tell.”
“But Grandpa’s not here.” Christine White insisted.
This time she says anything to find out what really happened between Baird Lane and Molly Bort, back then.
“His Lordship is not here, but in case he finds out …”
“Grandpa won’t find out if you don’t tell him and I don’t tell him.” Christine White interrupts Aunt Lucy.
Aunt Lucy looked at her deeply for a moment, and finally sighed in resignation, “All right, I’ll tell you, but ma’am, you just know, you mustn’t tell anyone.”
“I promise!” Christine White slapped her chest in delight.
Aunt Lucy nodded and began to narrate, “Three years ago, on the morning of Mister’s birthday, Molly Bort called Mister and asked him to go out to her, saying she had a surprise for him, and Mister went out unguarded, but it turned out that the surprise that she was talking about was just to take Mister out to see the sunrise.”
“And then what?” Christine White looked at her with unblinking eyes.
“And then the accident happened!” Speaking of this, Aunt Lucy’s expression became ugly, “I don’t know how, when they came back after watching the sunrise, they got into trouble with a group of social punks, those punks saw that Mr. and Molly Bort were well-dressed so they wanted to rob them, but Molly Bort in order to protect herself, she actually …”
“Actually what?” Christine White’s hands subconsciously clenched and her heart lifted.
Aunt Lucy slapped on the armrest of the chair, “She actually exposed Mister’s identity! Told those punks that Mister is the president of The Lane Family Group and told them to leave her alone and to go at Mister if they have anything to do with him, then she pushed Mister towards those punks and ran away by herself!”
“She actually did such a thing?” Christine White was so shocked that her entire three views were shattered.
“No, this woman dropped her husband alone and ran away, and ran away. She didn’t even call the police, and did not contact The Lane Family. She just returned to The Bort Family as if nothing happened!”
“What about Baird Lane? How was he?” Christine White was still most concerned.
Aunt Lucy sighed, “Mister was in a bad way, when we found him, it was Mister passed out on the floor alone and covered in bruises, if we hadn’t gotten him to the hospital in time, Mister might not have really lasted!”
When she finished, she wiped the corners of her eyes.
Christine White’s eyes reddened too, “Molly Bort how could she do this? Didn’t she love Baird Lane? How could she be so cruel?”
“Love?” Aunt Lucy snorted disdainfully, “She loves herself more than Mr. Love!”
“You’re right, if she loved Baird Lane, really loved him to the bone, how could she do that.” Christine White kinda agrees with Aunt Lucy on this one.
Aunt Lucy nodded, “Yes, I would say that she enjoys Mister’s love for her more.”
Christine White’s heart sank and her mouth pouted, “And in the end, did Molly Bort get any lessons with those punks?”
“Hmph, where is the lesson?” Aunt Lucy exasperatedly boarded her face, “Molly Bort that woman left the country the day after the incident, just afraid that Mr. and Master will take revenge on her, as for those punks, they are all still squatting in the jail now.”
At that, Christine White furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, “What the hell was Baird Lane thinking? Molly Bort did this to him, why did he …”
“What else could one think, Mister loves that woman.” Aunt Lucy grunted.
Christine White’s expression froze, then she smiled to herself, “You’re right, he loves her, how can he afford to do anything to her, for her sake, he can even care about the life of his own child, what else can’t he do.”
“Mrs. …” Aunt Lucy froze, then reacted to the fact that she had said the wrong thing and closed her eyes in chagrin, “Ma’am, it’s all in the past, Mr. Bort doesn’t love Molly Bort now, he loves you!”
Christine White’s eyes twitched slightly for a moment, “Love me?”
“Yeah, didn’t Dr. Norton tell you that.”
“He did, but I don’t believe him, if Baird Lane really loved me, how could he have left me out in the cold for three years, and how could he still be tangled up with Molly Bort, so I don’t believe him!” Christine White said with a cold face.
Aunt Lucy knows why she doesn’t believe it either.
After all, Mr. did things that no one else would believe.
In most people’s opinion, to love someone is to be good to her, protect her, love her, and can’t afford to let her suffer a little bit of aggravation and harm.
And the ones that Mr. did, where to the lover, to the enemy is almost the same, so the wife does not believe, can understand.
“It’s okay, Mr. has now recognized his feelings, and I’m sure he’ll be good to you Mrs. in the future.” Aunt Lucy lifted the lid of the pot and stirred the porridge in the pot.
Christine White listened without saying a word, only silently adding another handful of firewood to the earthen stove, the bright firelight illuminated half of her face, shining the bitterness on her face very clearly.
Is it good for her?
But she’s been stripped of all dignity and confidence by him and Molly Bort, and all that’s left is fear.
Fear of trusting him this time, and the hell that awaits her next time!
Aunt Lucy was concentrating on the congee, so she didn’t see Christine White’s appearance at this moment, and talked herself down, “I know that you, madam, are still in love with Mr. even now, or else you wouldn’t still be so concerned about Mr., and Mr. also has feelings for you now, so why don’t you try to give Mr. a chance, and perhaps what awaits you is happiness.”
“I gave him a chance.” Christine White’s voice was a little raspy.
Her chance is for him to put Leo Bort in jail.
And it was simply easy for him.
But he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t do that for Molly Bort!
“Hey … Mister is really something too.” Aunt Lucy shook her head with emotion, “Ma’am, I’m telling you this much, I just want you to think about it and never let yourself regret it.”
Christine White forced a smile, “I know Aunt Lucy that you just want me to make up with Baird Lane, but I have a knot in my stomach and I really can’t take that step!”
“That’s because you haven’t thought it through yet, just wait until you do.” Aunt Lucy said and touched her head, “Alright, the porridge is almost done, ma’am, go and ask mister to eat, he hasn’t eaten anything since last night.”
“Well, I’m on my way.” Christine White put down the firewood in her hands and got up, heading towards the room.
“Baird Lane,” she began, knocking on the door.
There was no response from the door.
Christine White was a little puzzled, hardly asleep.
Thinking that, she gently opened the door to her room and subconsciously walked in, going in and seeing a person lying on the bed, sleeping with his eyes closed.
“Still asleep!” Christine White stood beside the bed, her head slightly bowed as she looked at the man.
The man’s face is very tired, the dark circles under the eyelids are also very obvious, even his eyebrows are tightly wrinkled, it looks like he slept badly …
And so on!
Christine White narrowed her eyes skeptically and leaned down slightly to stare into Baird Lane’s face.
He’s not pretending to be asleep, is he?
Didn’t even take off his overshoes, didn’t look like he was really sleeping by any stretch of the imagination.
Thinking about this, Christine White reached out with one finger and gently poked the man’s arm, “Baird Lane? Baird Lane?”
The man didn’t move.
Christine White rubbed her chin and muttered, “Still asleep?”