But it was too late now, and the only way to return it to him was to wait until the next time I saw him.
After all, it wouldn’t do her any good to take it; this marriage she had with him might not even be divorced, or at least there was little hope of a divorce.
Unless he relented one day and granted her a divorce, then she could leave.
With that thought, Christine White sighed and after placing the bag of papers on the couch in the living room, she grabbed her pajamas and took a shower.
This night, perhaps due to circumstances, she slept exceptionally well, and by the time she woke up, it was almost noon.
She rubbed her eyes and walked out of her room when she heard the sound of crackling keyboards coming from the living room, and she couldn’t help but flinch for a moment, then she looked over toward the source of the sound, only to see a tall figure sitting on the couch, staring daggers at the computer with his back to her.
Christine White’s entire being immediately sobered up and her eyes bugged out, “Baird Lane?”
When did he come over?
Baird Lane heard her voice and stopped his keyboarding to turn his head to look at her, “Awake?”
Christine White froze and nodded, “You …”
“Go wash up when you wake up, then come over for dinner.” Baird Lane interrupted her with a wave of his hand.
Christine White looked at the lunchboxes on the coffee table in front of him and asked, “Did you bring them from the villa?”
“Yes, get washed.” Baird Lane urged.
Christine White hmmm’d and rubbed her neck as she went to the washroom.
By the time she’d shuffled out, Baird Lane had already plated the meal.
She walked over and sat down, her eyes lighting up as she looked at the delicate meal on her plate, “Aunt Lucy made this, didn’t she?”
“That’s right.” Baird Lane handed her a pair of chopsticks, “All your favorites.”
“Thanks.” Christine White took the chopsticks in thanks.
Baird Lane chucked a shrimp into her bowl, “You’re welcome, eat.”
“Uh-huh. …” Christine White nodded, then picked up the bowl of shrimp and bit into it.
After the meal, she cleared the dishes, changed her clothes and followed Baird Lane out the door.
Arriving at the hospital, Ives Norton had been waiting for a while, and when he saw the two come in, he immediately put down the pen in his hand and stood up, “Coming?”
“Ives, please.” Baird Lane nodded.
“Don’t worry, I’m the most professional doctor.” Ives smiled back before turning his gaze to Christine White, “Has there been any discomfort in your body lately?”
He asked gently.
Baird Lane’s face darkened instantly.
If Ives Norton wasn’t indeed the best doctor in the business, how could he not have brought Christine White here?
Especially when the thought of Ives Norton having those kinds of feelings for Christine White was very much on his mind.
“There’s no discomfort anywhere, I just feel tired a lot, I can’t lift my energy, and sometimes I’m dizzy.” Christine White gave a brief description of her symptoms.
Baird Lane couldn’t care less about being jealous of Ives Norton when he heard it, and a twinge of guilt flooded through him.
He knew the reason why her body would be like this.
The first time she had her bone marrow drawn, it had already reduced her physical state, not to mention the second time, plus the miscarriage, so you can imagine how bad her body had gotten.
“Ives …”
“Don’t worry.” Ives Norton interrupted with a solemn look, “I know what you’re going to say, and I’ll come up with a plan that works best for her physical healing.”
Baird Lane hmmm’d, his expression softening considerably, “Thanks.”
Ives Norton raised an eyebrow, “Thank you? You’d actually offer to thank me?”
“All right.” Baird Lane slid a few black lines down the corners of his forehead at his petulant words and ordered impatiently, “Hurry up and get her checked out.”
“Okay, okay, I get it.” Ives Norton rolled his eyes, then led Christine White to the examination room.
In the examination room, Christine White lay on the cold dialysis table, her entire body tense to the point of rigidity, her heart still vaguely afraid.
It made her remember the time she was strapped to an operating table and had her bone marrow forcibly extracted to force an abortion.
Even now, a month had passed, and this experience, was still one of the memories that she wanted to forget deep down, and every time she thought about it, it made her grief-stricken.
Ives Norton sensed something wrong with Christine White and walked over to take a look at her, seeing that she was in pain and a cold sweat was seeping from her face, thinking that she was in pain somewhere in her body, he hurriedly disconnected the instrument and half hugged her, “Christine, what’s wrong with you? Where is it wrong, you tell me quickly.”
Christine White leaned into Ives Norton’s arms, her body shaking slightly, “I’m fine …”
Her voice was a little muffled.
Ives Norton looked down at her, “Is it really okay? Look at how white you are.”
“It’s really nothing.” Christine White smiled weakly, “I just thought of something horrible, that’s all, sorry for the shock.”
“I wasn’t really scared.” Ives Norton sighed in relief, “I was just worried about you, you just said you thought of something terrible, can you tell me about it?”
Christine White shook her head, “There’s nothing to talk about, it’s in the past and I don’t want to talk about it, carry on.”
Seeing her like this, Ives Norton had no choice but to suppress the loss in his heart and continue to examine her.
Two hours later, the inspection was over.
Ives Norton took the checklist the nurse brought over and looked at it before handing it back to Christine White, “Take a look, here are your test results.”
Christine White waved her hand and didn’t pick it up, “I’d rather not read it, I can’t understand it either, just tell me straight.”
“It’s okay.” Ives Norton put away the list and smiled, “Your body is very weak, but there is still no problem to properly nourish it, just like running ah and other sports, you don’t need to do it, your physical condition can’t keep up with the amount of these sports anymore, you know?”
Christine White nodded her head and laughed to herself, “I see, it seems I’ve been pretty lucky, I’ve had my bone marrow drawn twice in a row and I just can’t exercise anymore, I thought I was going to get leukemia too.”
“You don’t necessarily get leukemia even though you had your bone marrow drawn, there are just a couple of ways to get leukemia usually, one is genetic inheritance, rather a viral infection, and the third is the pathology of the body’s white blood cells after having your bone marrow drawn, your white blood cells aren’t pathologized so you won’t get it.” Ives Norton soothed her as he scribbled on his chart binder.
But Christine White didn’t feel reassured by this, she let out a bitter laugh, “But I’ve read that there’s something about leukemia, where some of the bone marrow donors didn’t have diseased white blood cells in their bodies even when they started out, but then it happened later on, and thus they developed leukemia, so …”
“So you’re worried that it might happen to you, too?” Ives Norton stopped the pen in his hand to look at her.
She hung her head and hmmmed, “Yes, that’s what I’m worried about, I’m not really afraid of getting it myself, but just the thought that I might get it because of Molly Bort makes me sick, I obviously saved her life once, and I don’t expect her to thank me for it, but …”
Here she choked back a sob, “But I didn’t realize that the father and daughter would actually be gracious to me!”
“That’s human nature.” Ives Norton twirled his pen and said with words in his mouth, “Molly Bort’s mother, back in the day, was gracious to Leo Bort’s original wife, and Leo Bort gave his original wife a hard time after he made his fortune, so they’re not good people in this family, and luckily you’re not like them. ”
“Hey?” Christine White looked at him with a bewildered expression, “What do you mean it’s lucky I’m not like them, I’m not a member of their family, how can you compare me to them!”
Ives Norton’s eyes flashed behind his glasses, then he let out a soft laugh, “Okay, I’m the one who misspoke, but what would you do if I assumed that Leo Bort was your father and Molly Bort was your sister? Would they be forgiven?”