“Just open it and see.”
Baird Lane didn’t hesitate when he heard her say that, he just opened the file bag and drew out the contents, and found that it was actually a huge check and two property transfers.
“Where did this come from?” Baird Lane asked, holding up the pouch of papers in his hand.
Christine White took a sip of water and replied, “It’s from grandpa, at that time, I specifically asked grandpa to agree to let us divorce, at that time, he gave me this, saying that it’s a divorce compensation for me, but now that we didn’t make this marriage work, this is naturally something I should give back to you guys.”
She was supposed to give it back to him the day she returned to town, but she forgot.
In the back, she retrieved the pouch of papers and placed it on the coffee table, intending to give it to him the next time she saw him.
As a result, after a drink of water, she knocked over the water cup, in order not to let the document bag be wet, she put the document bag to the compartment under the coffee table, did not expect this put, she forgot again, if he did not just see himself, she is not sure to think of, this memory, really not compared to the previous.
“Give it back to me for what?” Baird Lane put the check and the real estate license back in the file bag and handed it to Christine White, “Since Grandpa gave it to you, you can keep it.”
“But …”
“There’s no buts, take it.” Baird Lane’s tone brooked no argument.
Christine White couldn’t stand him, so she just took the folder and proceeded to put it back under the coffee table.
“Ma’am, dinner is ready.” At that moment, Aunt Lucy wiped her hands and came out from the kitchen and called out, when she saw Baird Lane, she flinched for a moment, then smiled and spoke, “Sir is awake.”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nodded.
“No wonder Mistress just served the sobering soup, that’s just right, I was about to ask Mistress to call you for dinner, but now I’ll save you the trouble, quickly wash your hands and start the meal.” Aunt Lucy greets.
Baird Lane got up, “Come on, let’s eat.”
“Good.” Christine White answered and followed him toward the table.
The dinner was sumptuous and Christine White ate it with gusto.
But Baird Lane’s head was still a little sick and he didn’t eat much.
So at the end of the day, there was a lot left on the table.
Christine White saw, quite some heartache, “Next time don’t drink so much wine, want to drink also drink red wine, the aftertaste is not so big, and the injury on your back has not been fully healed yet, not afraid of inflammation ah?”
“You’re concerned about me?” Baird Lane looks at her.
Christine White’s eyes twinkled, “If you say so.”
“Heh.” Baird Lane laughs lowly, “Don’t worry, it’s fine, it’s scabbed over.”
“It’s not like it’s healed when it scabs over, so it’s better to keep an eye on it.” Christine White said, giving him a blank look and getting up to go back to the bedroom.
Baird Lane followed her in, and seeing her crouching in front of the nightstand, rummaging around, he couldn’t help but ask, “What are you looking for?”
“Look for your medical record book, I’ll see if it’s time for a retest.” Christine White returned to him as she searched.
Soon, she pulled out a small green book and said in surprise, “Ah, found it.”
“So surprised to find this?” Baird Lane’s thin lips hooked slightly.
Christine White didn’t bother to pay attention to him and went straight to her chart binder to check the date of the retest.
When she saw it, she pointed to the spot and said to Baird Lane with a straight face, “See? That’s tomorrow, tomorrow you’re going to the hospital.”
“Work tomorrow.” Baird Lane returned four words.
Christine White hesitated when she heard this, “This afternoon then, Dr. Norton will be the one to examine you anyway, go over there at that time, he should still be there.”
Baird Lane grunted, “Of course he is, he’s made it his home.”
“It shows he’s doing his job.” Christine White picked up subconsciously.
Baird Lane’s handsome face but brushed black, “Okay, don’t take his place, change my medicine.”
He began to unbutton the buttons on his shirt.
Obviously there wasn’t much to the act of unbuttoning, but for some reason he did it as if he were teasing someone.
Christine White’s small face reddened, knowing that she had thought of something she shouldn’t have thought of, she hurriedly pretended to be choked with a dry cough twice, adjusted her mind, and picked up the ointment on the side ready to put medicine on him.
In the past two days, he has basically moved over, at first Aunt Lucy brought him a small suitcase of change of clothes, and then one after another, he moved his medicines and some daily necessities over.
So that’s why, she has his medical records book and ointment here.
“Get down and I’ll put some medicine on you.” Christine White looked at Baird Lane who had completely unbuttoned his shirt.
Baird Lane obediently gets down on the bed.
Christine White pulled the shirt off of him and let out a cold breath, “Hiss …”
“What’s wrong?” Baird Lane asked knowingly, eyes closed.
Christine White swallowed, “It’s okay, it’s just the scar on your back.”
“A lot is it.” Baird Lane said with a bland expression.
Christine White nodded, “Yes.”
This was the first time she had seen the injury on his back so clearly since he had removed the gauze, a scar several centimeters long, twisting and turning like a centipede on his back, a few of them had been there for a long time, and the others were pink, only newly scarred, and it looked extraordinarily scary, giving people goosebumps.
“I can’t believe Grandpa hit him so hard.” Christine White didn’t dare touch Baird Lane’s new scars, but could only gently stroke his old ones.
Baird Lane moved his body slightly and adjusted his posture before saying, “When Grandpa was younger, he was very good in the army, so he didn’t hit people lightly.”
“I see.” Christine White nodded indistinctly, “But it was still a bit of a hard hit… those scars you have, they’re from three years ago, aren’t they?”
Baird Lane’s body stiffened for a split second, then he opened his eyes and whipped his head around, “Who told you that?”
“Aunt Lucy.”
“What else did she tell you?” Baird Lane asked in a hushed voice, looking at Christine White.
Christine White wasn’t sure if he was angry that she had suddenly brought up something from his past, and for a moment she was a little terrified.
Baird Lane saw that she was hesitant to answer, and after a moment’s thought, he realized her scruples.
Sighing, Baird Lane gathered his expression and softened his tone a little, “Go ahead, I don’t blame you.”
“Really?” Christine White was a little disbelieving.
Baird Lane nodded, “Uh-huh.”
“I’ll tell you then.” Christine White twisted the ointment next to her and put it on him while saying, “Aunt Lucy told me everything that happened on your birthday three years ago, so I realized that these old scars of yours were because of Molly Bort before Grandpa beat you up for that time Molly Bort almost cost you your life. ”
When she finished speaking, she hastily probed his expression to see if his face was cold.
As a result, to her dismay, his expression was only one of indifference and no other look.
What the hell is going on here?
“What are you looking at?” Baird Lane’s eyelids lifted to meet Christine White’s gaze as she looked over.
Christine White’s gaze flickered and she hastily retracted her eyes, “Nothing nothing nothing, I finished my words, that’s all I know, and that’s all Aunt Lucy told me, as for the rest, she didn’t say anything else.”
“If you want to know, you can come over and ask me yourself, it’s not like I won’t tell you.” Baird Lane closed his eyes back up, his voice lazy for a few moments.
Christine White was slightly surprised, “You would tell me about your past with Miss Molly Bort?”
“Not before, but now.”
“Why?”
“There’s no reason why, and I’m additionally telling you that you won’t have to mind Molly Bort’s presence in the future, either.” Baird Lane said, his thin lips pursing out a few chills where Christine White couldn’t see them.
But Christine White was taken aback by his words, “Molly Bort? Did you actually just call her Molly Bort instead of Molly?”
Did she mishear?