“I’m fine.” Christine White forced a smile, her throat a little dry as she returned, “It’s the wind that’s a little chilly.”
Aunt Lucy rubbed her palm, “Then ma’am, we’d better go in.”
“It’s okay, just wait for Baird.” Christine White shook her head, her eyes fixed on the rain.
After staring for about a couple of minutes, I saw Baird Lane return, dripping with rainwater, holding Molly Bort.
Both he and Molly Bort were soaked to the skin from the rain, while Molly Bort lay in his arms, her wig plastered to her face, unable to see what she looked like at the moment.
But the skin she revealed was white and almost transparent, like a dead person.
This shows that Molly Bort is in a bad way at the moment.
But none of that is Christine White’s concern, she cares only about Baird Lane.
“Baird …” Christine White subconsciously called out to Baird Lane as he passed by carrying Molly Bort.
However Baird Lane ignored her and directly carried Molly Bort into the villa without even giving her a look, completely ignoring her.
Christine White’s little face went white, and her heart went cold for a moment.
She clasped Aunt Lucy’s hand, her voice a little hoarse, “Aunt Lucy, do you think he didn’t hear me, or did he hear me and deliberately ignored me?”
Aunt Lucy sensed her sadness and patted the back of her hand heartily, “Don’t think too much ma’am, mister might not really have heard it, after all, the rain is so loud and understandable.”
“Really, but I think he’s doing it on purpose, I saw the worry in his eyes when he passed me just now with Molly Bort in his arms, he’s nervous about Molly Bort,” Christine White said with a few bitter looks on her face.
Forgive her for being prepared.
But when she actually saw Baird Lane so nervous about Molly Bort, she still felt bad.
This is enough to prove that he said on his lips that he has no feelings for Molly Bort and does not care about Molly Bort, but his heart is not so, he still has Molly Bort in his heart, even if this feeling is not as heavy as it used to be, but Molly Bort is still not the same for him after all, after all, the first love is unforgettable She is not not unaware of it.
Aunt Lucy’s eyes are so sharp that she can’t tell what Christine White is thinking in her heart, she secretly sighed and then said in a flirtatious manner, “I think you are worrying over nothing, it’s normal for Mr. Molly to be nervous about Molly Bort, if it were me, I would be nervous too.”
“Hey?” Christine White froze, a little confused as to how she was addressing Molly Bort.
Aunt Lucy laughed, “Think about it ma’am, Molly Bort looks like that, if she isn’t carried in quickly for medical attention, how bad luck would it be if she died outside the door, I think that’s probably why mister is so nervous.”
Christine White’s mouth twitched and she cried, “Aunt Lucy …”
How she didn’t know that Aunt Lucy was saying this on purpose to comfort her and keep her mind off things.
But she did feel a little better inside.
“Okay ma’am, let’s go inside, it’s too cold outside, don’t catch a cold.” Aunt Lucy reminded.
Christine White nodded, “Let’s go.”
Back at the villa, the living room was empty, apparently everyone was upstairs.
Christine White is a little worried that Baird Lane has carried Molly Bort to their room and rushes up the stairs pulling Aunt Lucy with her.
It was only when she got upstairs that she realized that this time she really was overthinking it.
Instead of unknowingly putting Molly Bort in the master bedroom, Baird Lane carried her into a guest room.
This made Christine White relieved and at the same time a little embarrassed that she had misunderstood Baird Lane.
With a red face, she knocked on the door of the guest room, which was half open and not completely closed, so after knocking twice, she didn’t wait for the person inside to agree, she just pushed the door open and walked in.
The room was quiet, Molly Bort was lying on the bed while Baird Lane sat on the edge of the bed and never took his eyes off of Molly Bort with one eye firmly fixed on her.
It was a scene that burned Christine White’s heart so deeply that her eyes began to water as well.
She bit her lower lip and wondered if he had ever sat on the edge of the bed like this and looked at her the times she had been in a coma.
“Ma’am.” Aunt Lucy, sensing that something was wrong with Christine White’s mood, knew that she was taking the bull by the horns again, and gave her a gentle nudge to call her back.
Christine White also reacted to the fact that she was a little out of sorts, and after taking a breath, she called out to the man sitting on the edge of the bed, “Baird.”
The man looked up, “When did you guys get in?”
Christine White’s little face darkened.
He actually asked them when they came in?
Dare I say he didn’t even hear her knocking on the door earlier.
Is he that mesmerized by Molly Bort?
Thinking about this, Christine White pursed her lips and replied in a somewhat cold tone, “Just came in.”
Baird Lane pressed his brow bone, not really hearing her upset, and stood up, “Good thing you guys came, change her, she’s wet.”
“But sir, there are no Miss Molly Bort’s clothes here.” Aunt Lucy spoke up.
Baird Lane frowned, then looked to Christine White.
Christine White lowered her eyes a little unenthusiastically when she realized what he meant, “I know, I’ll find a set of mine to come over in a little while, but Baird you should hurry up and go take a shower and change your clothes too, you’ll catch a cold.”
“Well, here goes.” Baird Lane said and left the guest room.
The only people left in the guest room are Christine White and Aunt Lucy, and an unconscious Molly Bort.
Aunt Lucy gave Molly Bort a disgruntled glare and inquired, “Ma’am, you’re really going to take her clothes and change them, aren’t you?” ”
“Or what, isn’t that what Baird just meant.” Christine White tugged the corner of her mouth back.
Aunt Lucy coldly grunted, “Mister is really something too, he knows clearly that you, madam, don’t get along with this woman, and he still lets you take clothes for her to change.”
“Okay Aunt Lucy, stop it, wait here for me, I’ll get my clothes.” Christine White was getting ready to go out.
Aunt Lucy pulled her back, “Don’t go ma’am, where does this woman deserve to wear your clothes, I’ll get mine.”
“Is that okay?” Christine White blinked in dismay.
Aunt Lucy smiled at her, “What’s not to like, giving her clothes to change is just fine.”
With that said, Aunt Lucy exited the room.
Soon she returned holding a set of clothes.
Christine White scanned the dress and found that the color was old and the style was old-fashioned, and it looked like a dress worn by an older woman of Aunt Lucy’s age.
But she didn’t usually see Aunt Lucy wearing this outfit, so she thought that it was probably in Aunt Lucy’s possession and was probably in the press.
“Aunt Lucy, you did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Christine White pointed at the clothes in Aunt Lucy’s arms and asked with a smirk.
Aunt Lucy laughed twice without explanation and walked over to change Molly Bort’s clothes.
She moved so roughly and with such force that Christine White looked on with her jaw on the floor, all a bit sympathetic to Molly Bort.
In Aunt Lucy’s hands, Molly Bort is like an object, being fiddled with by Aunt Lucy, and even twisted twice by Aunt Lucy with a vengeance.
Seeing this, Christine White doesn’t stop Aunt Lucy and is even happy to see it happen.
Because she knew that Aunt Lucy was doing this more for her sake than also looking down on Molly Bort.
So there was no reason for her to stop it, instead she even stood at the door of the room looking out, just in case Baird Lane popped in and saw it.
Turns out she was overthinking it; Baird Lane wouldn’t even come right in, but knocked on the door outside, “Did you change your clothes?”
Christine White questioned Aunt Lucy with her eyes.
Aunt Lucy nodded at her.
Christine White exhaled softly and spoke back to the door, “Well, come on in.”
Baird Lane opens the door and enters, followed by a man in a white coat.
It’s the doctor.
The doctor scanned the room before heading straight for the bed to examine Molly Bort.
After a quick examination, Baird Lane stood over the doctor and asked, “How is she?”