Christine White pointed in the direction of the room.
Aunt Lucy understood and smiled as she pushed the teapot in front of her, “Since Mr. is in his room, you can send this tea in, Mrs. Tea.”
“I’m not going.” Christine White refused.
Aunt Lucy was stunned, “Why?”
“I don’t want to ignore him.” Christine White tells it like it is.
The corner of Aunt Lucy’s mouth twitched, “Ma’am, are you and Mister having trouble again?”
“No. Haven’t he and I been like that for the past month?” Christine White returned faintly.
Aunt Lucy sighed, “Alright then ma’am you rest and I’ll send it in.”
She headed for her room with the teapot.
Baird Lane was on the phone when he heard a knock on the door, his eyes flashed and his voice spat out a single word in a cool voice, “Enter!”
Aunt Lucy pushed her way in, “Sir, this is freshly brewed tea.”
“Put it down.” Baird Lane’s gaze went to the table in the room.
“Okay.” Aunt Lucy put the tea down.
Baird Lane walks over, pours himself a glass, and asks, “Where’s Christine White?”
“Mistress is outside in the parlor, what does mister want with Mistress?” Aunt Lucy looked at him curiously.
Baird Lane waved his hand, “It’s okay, you keep an eye on her and don’t let her wander out.”
“Don’t worry sir.” Aunt Lucy responded.
Baird Lane hmmm’d, “You’re out.”
“Okay.” Aunt Lucy nodded and turned to go out.
The door to the room slammed heavily shut as Baird Lane put down the cup of tea in his hand and repositioned the phone to his ear, “Did you write down what I just told you!”
“Noted.” Gates replied respectfully.
“Just make a note of it and I’ll give you a month to investigate.” Baird Lane instructed.
Gates had a difficult look on his face, “President Lane, would a month be a bit too hasty? After all, it was twenty-five years ago, and technology wasn’t advanced at that time, there wasn’t even any surveillance, so it’s really hard to find.”
“I know.” Baird Lane said with an expressionless face, “That’s why I’m giving you permission to go to Ives Norton, he has Christine White’s DNA record, you get that and go to the gene bank and do a comparison, you should be able to find her real parents.”
“But what if the gene bank doesn’t have a record of DNA from Madame’s birth parents?” Gates was a little worried.
Baird Lane dropped his eyes and contemplated for a few seconds, “If not, start the investigation with the couple from The White Family, I’m sure they know who Christine White’s real parents are, but don’t alarm them while you investigate.”
“I see, so anything else from President Lane?” Gates inquired.
Baird Lane pinched his brow, “No more, go about your business.”
“Okay.”
The call ended and Baird Lane put away his cell phone and exited the room.
Christine White caught a glimpse of him and gave a soft grunt, ignoring it.
Baird Lane walked toward her and sat down across from her, “Christine White.”
He called out to her.
“Can I help you?” Christine White looked at him.
Baird Lane straightened his sleeves and spoke in a hushed voice, “Have you ever wondered why your parents treated you badly?”
Christine White froze, “Why would you suddenly ask me such a question?”
“Just a little curious.” Baird Lane said gently.
Christine White didn’t think much of it and skimmed back, “What else could it be, patriarchy.”
“Is that really the reason?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes.
Christine White frowned, “If it’s not that, what else could it be?”
Baird Lane didn’t answer anymore, pursing his thin lips as if thinking about something.
After a moment, he flicked his thin lips, “Nothing, just asking.”
“Casual question?” Christine White looked at him a little skeptically, “I find you a little strange today, asking casually, why ask about this instead of something else? Could it be that you …”
Before she could finish her sentence, a cell phone suddenly rang, directly interrupting her.
Baird Lane took his cell phone out of his pocket and glanced at it, getting up and heading out toward the yard.
Christine White looked at his figure that was in such a hurry, and a sour feeling came up in her heart.
It’s just a phone call, and a special trip outside to answer it. It must be from Molly Bort, and only Molly Bort, who would make him so anxious.
Heck, they say they love her, but every time something comes up about Molly Bort, they cast her aside… what’s the difference between that kind of love and charity?
And as far as she could tell, he wasn’t even in love with her, and he must have had ulterior motives for saying he loved her, which she was lucky she wasn’t foolish enough to believe.
At that thought, Christine White stood up and, after glaring at the man in the yard with sultry eyes, twisted around and headed back to her room.
The man inclined his head if he was aware of it, just in time to see the scene of her huffing and slamming the door, and he couldn’t help but raise the end of his eyebrows slightly.
What’s wrong with this woman?
Who messed with her again?
“Baird, Baird?” came Ives Norton’s puzzled cry over the phone.
Baird Lane’s eyes flashed back, “Yes?”
“I should be the one to ask you what’s going on, what were you doing, you didn’t respond when I called you half the time.” Ives Norton asked.
Baird Lane turned his head back, “Nothing, what did you just say?”
“I just asked you what you had Gates ask me for Christine White’s DNA records. I asked Gates about it and he was secretive and wouldn’t say anything, only that you asked him to ask me for it, so I’m calling now to ask you what the hell is going on?” Ives Norton said in a serious tone.
Baird Lane didn’t hide anything from him, he just told him what happened.
Ives Norton’s pupils plummeted to the size of pinpoints upon hearing this, “You … are you telling the truth?”
“It’s true.” Baird Lane nods.
Ives Norton was silent, and after a few moments he asked, pretending not to notice, “Baird, how did you know she wasn’t The White Family’s real daughter?”
“It was an older woman in this village of hers who told me.” Baird Lane replied.
“So it is.” Ives Norton’s expression was a little forced.
He had thought that this secret would be known only to him, except for the couple from The White Family.
I didn’t realize Christine White countryside knew about it and told Baird Lane.
Now Baird Lane has approached him for Christine White’s DNA records, obviously to help Christine White find her birth parents.
Sure enough, before Ives Norton could even open his mouth to confirm, Baird Lane said, “Ives, you’re a doctor, and you’re in a better position to speak up on the gene pool side, and have access to more genetic information, and I’d like you to help me find it as well.”
“What happens after you find it?” Ives Norton asked suddenly.
Baird Lane said nonchalantly, “It’s natural to recognize each other when you find them.”
Ives Norton laughed, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, “Recognize? Baird, don’t you think you’re thinking too simply?”
“What do you mean?” Baird Lane frowned.
“Meaning, you’re taking it for granted, have you ever considered the possibility that the reason Christine White was adopted by The White Family People was not stolen by The White Family People or bought by The White Family People from a trafficker, but rather given to The White Family People by her birth parents? White Family people?”
Baird Lane sniffed in bewilderment.
It was a question he hadn’t really thought about.
Seeing Baird Lane’s silence, Ives Norton pushed up his glasses and added, “Also, even if Christine White wasn’t abandoned and given away by her real parents, would they really still care about this daughter after all these years? In case they already have another child, will that child welcome her as a sister?”
The question, again, puts Baird Lane on the spot.
He had to admit that these were questions he hadn’t thought of.
He just felt that The White Family, that couple, had treated Christine White badly and didn’t deserve to be her parents, so he wanted to help her find her real parents, thinking that then she would have real family.
But now, listening to Ives Norton, he realized that he really hadn’t thought this through.
“You remind me.” Baird Lane sighed.
Ives Norton chuckled softly, “So are you going to help her find it now?”