“Don’t think so.” Christine White dropped her eyebrows and smiled bitterly.
“Why?” Baird Lane asked her why.
Christine White took a breath, “The moment I heard that Mick’s girlfriend had aborted the baby, I did wonder if it was all because I hadn’t paid for it, so I subconsciously wanted to go to The White Family and explain everything, but Mick’s slap, and my mom and dad’s blaming me for it, made me …”
“Clear your head?” Baird Lane interrupted her.
Christine White gave him a blank look, and although she didn’t think it was a very nice thing for him to say, she had to admit that it was what was on her mind.
That slap did snap her out of her head and her feelings for The White Family, and she realized from it that she wasn’t wrong.
If she gave money at the beginning, and in such a large amount, then The White Family would think she had money, and would keep asking her for more and more money in the future, and in the end, if she fed their appetite and couldn’t get the money, they’d just hate her, and think she was useless, and maybe even do something unbelievable.
So to keep that day from coming, she might as well cut them off from asking for money from her early on, it’s just a shame about the kid …
Thinking about it, Christine White sighed.
Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “What’s the sigh?”
“I was just thinking about that baby in Mick’s girlfriend’s belly, and it’s so sad that it’s just gone.” Christine White said with some sadness.
That child, too, reminded her of her own children, both lost at such a young age.
The only difference, though, is that her baby was aborted by someone else, whereas Mick White’s girlfriend’s baby was aborted by the girl herself.
“There’s nothing to pity.” Baird Lane took a sip from a glass of water on the side, “The fact that the woman was able to abort the child so readily is enough to show that she had no fondness for that child.”
“How!” Christine White disagreed with him somewhat.
Baird Lane looked at her askance with raised eyes, “Why wouldn’t I. You have to realize that not all mothers in this world love their children, and isn’t your mother an example of that?”
“This …” Christine White opened her mouth, speechless.
“So yeah, don’t look at things too one-sided, it’s good that that child is gone, and Mick White doesn’t seem like a family man, it’s better not to come to this world in the first place than to be born to parents who don’t love and care.” Baird Lane put down the water cup and said lightly.
Christine White rubbed her temples, “You’re right, maybe this turned out to be a good thing instead.”
“Okay, enough about that, eat, it’s getting cold.” Baird Lane knocked on the table, reminding her to eat quickly.
Christine White hmmm’s and nods her head without further thought as she continues to eat her bowl of noodles.
Once she was done eating, Baird Lane took a phone call and went off to the den for a video conference as she gathered up the dishes and went to the kitchen to clean them.
Halfway through cleaning, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.
She gave a puzzled eep, then unscrewed the faucet and took the phone out after rinsing the foam off her hands.
On the screen was a text message, still from an unknown caller.
Curious, she clicked on it, and all it said was, You are not the daughter of The White Family!
“What the hell?” Christine White froze.
What do you mean she’s not the daughter of The White Family?
And who sent this text message?
A prank?
Christine White was a little uncomfortable and vaguely angry as she clicked on Reply in the lower right corner and typed, Who are you?
After the missive was replied to, she stared at the inexplicable missive.
After watching for about a few minutes, the other person didn’t come back with another missive.
Christine White knew that the other side probably wouldn’t reply.
“Looks like a real prank line.” Christine White muttered, thinking no more about it, putting her phone back in her pocket and continuing to wash her own dishes.
After washing up, she wiped her hands and came out of the kitchen, just in time to bump into the figure of Baird Lane coming out of the study as well.
Four eyes met, Christine White was stunned, then waved her hand in greeting, “What a coincidence, you’re done with your meeting?”
“Well, a small meeting, won’t take long, any more water?” Baird Lane held up the empty teapot in his hand.
Christine White nodded, “Yes, give it to me.”
She walked over to him and reached out to take the teapot from him.
Just then, her eyes suddenly caught the light of something.
She fixed her eyes on the ring on his ring finger.
The ring was unmistakably the male version of her wedding ring.
Sure enough, what Debby York had said was true, he really was wearing a wedding ring, and the funny thing was that she hadn’t seen it since just now, or had she only noticed it just now with the reflected glow of the diamond on his ring.
“Looking at something?” Baird Lane frowned slightly when he saw Christine White start to stare again.
This woman, why she’s been so dopey lately.
“I was looking at the ring on your hand.” Christine White looked back, and with no intention of hiding it, said it directly and graciously.
Baird Lane was startled and lifted the hand with the ring on it, “You mean this?”
“Hmm.” Christine White nodded slightly, “Why are you suddenly wearing them, didn’t you never wear them before?”
“And you said that was before.” Baird Lane put his hand down, looked her in the eye, and said seriously, “But it’s not like it used to be, that’s why I’m wearing a ring.”
“So.” Christine White gave an oh-so-quiet, and without another word, took the teapot he was holding and went to the kitchen.
She was going to ask him what was different, but thought better of it later.
Asking too many questions is not always a good thing.
After pouring the water, Christine White carries the teapot back to the living room where Baird Lane is on the phone.
Christine White gave him a look and didn’t bother him, setting the teapot down on the coffee table before gingerly heading back to the bedroom to get ready for rest.
By the time Baird Lane returned from his call, she was asleep.
Baird Lane stood beside the bed and looked at her sleepy little face and couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle, “Sleeping pretty fast!”
Bell …
At that moment, the doorbell suddenly came from the direction of the living room.
Baird Lane blushed and subconsciously glanced toward Christine White, seeing that she hadn’t woken up, before stretching his brow and going to open the door.
Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man in a suit, and when the man saw Baird Lane, he hurriedly and respectfully shouted, “President Lane.”
“Got the stuff?” Baird Lane asked.
The man nodded, “Bring it.”
With that, he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a small red velvet ring box, handing it to Baird Lane with both hands, “President Lane, this is what you asked me to bring, Sister Song gave it to me herself.”
Baird Lane nodded and took the ring box and opened it and looked at it, seeing that it did indeed contain what he wanted, he nodded in satisfaction, “Not bad, it’s fine, you can go back.”
“Yes.” The man answered, then turned and left.
Baird Lane closed the door and took the ring box back to the bedroom, then crouched beside the bed and fished out Christine White’s left hand, removing the ring from the box and easing it onto her ring finger.
It was the second time he had put a ring on her finger.
The first time he wore it, he wore it unwillingly and with rough movements, and he didn’t know if it hurt her at that time.
An apology crossed the bottom of Baird Lane’s eyes at the thought before he pinched four of her fingers to lift her hand up and lowered his head to kiss the ring.
The kiss lasted about several seconds before he slowly removed his lips and placed her hand under the covers.
And I wonder if she’ll be surprised when she wakes up tomorrow and sees an extra ring on her finger?