“I’m sorry Ives for bothering you at this time of night, there’s nothing really wrong with me, it’s just that Baird Lane he found me out of the blue …”
“I know, is he here already?” Ives Norton asked.
Christine White quirked her eyebrows suspiciously, “Here it is, it’s been here since morning, and from what you’re saying, it sounds like you know he’s coming for me, too.”
“Yeah, I’m still the one who approved his discharge.” Ives Norton laughed softly.
Christine White bit her lower lip, “I called you for this, he came running over here out of nowhere with a back injury that bad, nothing wrong with him?”
“So you are concerned about his injuries.” Ives Norton laughed out, “Don’t worry, he’s as strong as an ox, some whiplash isn’t a problem for him, it’s you …”
“Me?” Christine White froze slightly, “What about me?”
“I am worried about your body, Christine, your body is even worse than Baird’s, Baird will be fine as soon as his whiplash heals, but you are different, you have had your bone marrow extracted twice in a row, and you have also had a miscarriage, you have to have your body examined from time to time or else you will easily get into trouble.” Speaking of this, Ives Norton put away his smiling face and said in a serious tone.
Christine White’s heart sank at his words, “Are you saying … I might get leukemia?”
“That’s iffy, but the odds are definitely a lot higher than normal, that’s why I said to check from time to time, this time Baird came to see you to pick you up, so follow him back then.” Ives Norton advised.
Christine White slowly clenched the strength in her hands, “I’ll think about it.”
“Okay, I know what’s on your mind, but I’m not going to push you, but I want you to think about letting go of Baird for a while first, and come back and get well, not for his sake, but just for your own.”
Christine White’s heart warmed, “Ives, thank you.”
Although both he and Aunt Lucy were urging her to go back with Baird Lane, he was not like Aunt Lucy.
Aunt Lucy is wanting her and Baird Lane to make up, and he is concerned about her health.
“You’re welcome, I just want you to remember that there are still people who care about you all the time, like me.” Ives Norton pushed up his glasses, his eyes behind them a pool of softness.
It’s just a shame that no one was able to see it.
The call ended and Christine White put away her cell phone and smiled as she entered the parlor.
Aunt Lucy saw her and couldn’t help but eek, “You’re in a good mood, ma’am.”
Christine White nodded, “It was okay.”
“Who did you just talk to on the phone?” Aunt Lucy asked.
Christine White didn’t hide it from her and shook her phone, “It’s Ives.”
“Dr. Norton?” Aunt Lucy blushed.
“Yeah, what’s the problem?” Christine White looked at her, wondering why she had that look on her face.
“Ma’am.” Aunt Lucy grabbed Christine White’s hand.
Christine White was taken aback by her, “What’s wrong?”
“Ma’am, you might want to stay away from Dr. Norton in the future, and join forces with him less often as well.” Aunt Lucy admonished from the bottom of her heart.
She hadn’t known before that Dr. Norton had those kinds of feelings for his wife, and now that she did, she naturally had to step in and prevent the two of them from seeing each other or contacting each other.
What if Dr. Norton hooks up with Mrs.!
“Why ah Aunt Lucy?” said Christine White not understanding what Aunt Lucy meant.
Baird Lane did it, and she could understand it.
After all, men are possessive.
But Aunt Lucy did it, and she didn’t understand.
“Of course it’s because of Dr. Norton he …”
“What’s wrong with him you tell me.” Christine White was with the anxious.
Aunt Lucy rubbed her hair in annoyance, “I don’t know what to say about this, and you wouldn’t really believe me if I told you ma’am.”
How could Mrs. Norton trust Dr. Norton’s feelings when she didn’t even trust the feelings of Mr.
“Since you said I wouldn’t believe it, surely that’s not why it’s important?” Christine White smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
Aunt Lucy winks, “It’s not unimportant, it’s just …”
“Well Aunt Lucy,” Christine White patted her on the shoulder, “I see you haven’t thought about what to say at all, let me know when you do, I’m tired, I’m going to get some sleep first.”
With that, he crossed to Aunt Lucy’s side and headed for his room.
When Christine White entered the room and saw the man lying on the bed, she slapped herself in sudden chagrin.
It had only taken a moment for her to forget that Baird Lane had taken over her room.
It seems that not only is her health not good now, but even her memory is failing.
At that thought, Christine White blushed a little and stood beside the bed, looking faintly at the man who had taken over her bed and was still sleeping heavily, and wanting to kick him down.
Of course, thinking about it, she couldn’t do it if she really wanted to.
Shedding was one thing, and the other was that she simply wasn’t that strong.
“Forget it!” Christine White sighed in resignation, turned to the cupboard and took a new quilt out, built a simple bed out of the chairs in the room, and then spread the quilt on top of it to make do with sleeping.
When she woke up, however, she found herself on a soft bed instead of a chair-built bed.
Christine White was a little confused as to why she was in bed.
She’s not …
Christine White immediately looked towards the bed she had made earlier, it was still there and the covers were still on it, only she was not there in person, but in the actual bed.
This is enough to show that she did sleep on the chair bed before, but was transferred to the bed later.
As for who transferred it and how, Christine White didn’t think deeply about it; she already had the answer in her mind.
No one but Baird Lane would do that.
By the way, where is he?
Christine White craned her neck and scanned the room to make sure Baird Lane wasn’t there, then she hurriedly put on her shoes and got out of bed and went out of the room.
Outside, she still hadn’t seen Baird Lane, even Aunt Lucy wasn’t there, and the whole house was quiet as if they’d never been there.
Are they gone?
At that thought, Christine White felt her heart constrict, an empty emotion instantly sweeping through her chest, and her little face went white.
After a while, she regained a bit of her senses and murmured with a bitter smile, “It’s good to be gone …”
Baird Lane shouldn’t have been here in the first place, and it’s not a world where people like him should set foot, except that he left without telling her …
Christine White the more she thought about it, the less she felt in her heart, sour, astringent, and vaguely angry, she slowly closed her hand, used to be too powerful, and her nails pinched in the flesh.
And as if she didn’t feel it, she kept her head down, a somber, downtrodden aura surrounding her, making it impossible to read her expression.
She felt like she had gone beyond just being pretentious and was being a bit of a bitch.
Obviously she was rushing Baird Lane away earlier, but now she was sadly disappointed when she realized that he might actually be gone.
What is this if not bitchy?
Ta-da-da-da …
There were sudden footsteps outside the courtyard door.
Christine White heard it, her eyes flashed, thought of something, and rushed to the yard to open the gate.
Seeing the person walking towards this side outside the courtyard gate, her eyes opened wide and a huge surprise surged up from the bottom of her heart, “Aunt Lucy…”
Aunt Lucy saw Christine White as well and waved toward her, “Ma’am, you’re awake.”
Christine White nodded subconsciously, “Aunt Lucy, why are you still here, didn’t you leave?”
“I’m leaving?” Aunt Lucy froze, then laughed, “Who told you I was gone?”
It was Christine White’s turn to be baffled.
Yeah, no one told her. It was all her own guess.
So, Baird Lane isn’t gone either?
Christine White, who had made a scene, rubbed the back of her neck in some embarrassment and asked with a small blush, “Aunt Lucy, where’s Baird Lane?”