“Nothing much.” The doctor took out a pen and wrote something in a small notebook while answering in detail, “This young lady just fainted because she had a fever from the rain, and she woke up when the fever subsided.”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nodded in understanding.
Christine White peeked at him, and sure enough, she saw the glimmer of worry gone from the depths of his eyes.
Heart bubbling with acid, Christine White, momentarily exasperated, lifted her foot and prepared to leave.
“Where to?” Baird Lane asked.
Christine White was on her feet, and without replying, her figure soon disappeared out of the door.
Aunt Lucy saw this and looked at Baird Lane with displeasure, “Sir, can’t you see that the missus is angry?”
“Angry?” Baird Lane was stunned.
He hadn’t really seen it.
“What’s she mad about?” Baird Lane asked.
Christine White sighed, “Don’t even know what she’s mad about, and you sir are really slow, so I’ll tell you, ma’am she’s mad at you for caring too much about Molly Bort.”
At that, Baird Lane’s eyes widened slightly as he subconsciously tried to explain that he didn’t care too much about Molly Bort.
Yet the words came out of his mouth, but he couldn’t get them out.
Seeing this, Aunt Lucy, who would have still had some confidence in him, now also shook her head in disappointment at him and left the room as well.
She just couldn’t understand what kind of magic this Molly Bort woman had.
Obviously Mr. is in love with Mrs., but he still can’t let go of this woman.
What a gas!
Walking out of the room, Aunt Lucy was shocked to see Christine White sitting on the stairs in a foul mood and quickly walked over to inquire, “Ma’am, why are you sitting here?”
“Just got a little dizzy, so I’m resting here.” Christine White replied with a somewhat pale face.
As soon as Aunt Lucy heard that she was dizzy, she became nervous and quickly reached out to touch her forehead, “Let’s see, did you just get winded, and you have a bit of a fever even now?”
“There’s no fever, I just touched it.” Christine White smiled slightly.
Aunt Lucy touched it, and sure enough, the lifted heart dropped a little, “It’s good that you don’t have a fever, but you still can’t completely relax, like this ma’am, I’ll go and cook a bowl of ginger soup for you to drink.”
“No Aunt Lucy,” Christine White declined.
“Yes!” Aunt Lucy insisted.
Christine White couldn’t argue with her and was dragged downstairs to the kitchen.
Aunt Lucy was busy in the kitchen, and Christine White was leaning against the doorframe while she watched and waited.
After a short wait, a steaming bowl of ginger soup was ready.
Aunt Lucy served it to her and urged, “Drink up ma’am.”
Christine White thanked her, holding the ginger soup and sipping it slowly.
A few moments later, a bowl of ginger soup went down her throat, not only warming her body, even her somewhat cold heart warmed back up a lot.
She put the bowl down and breathed a soft sigh of relief, and a smile with air on it lifted her face, no longer so pale.
“Much better, ma’am? Is your head still dizzy?” Aunt Lucy asked with concern as she took the empty bowl from her.
Christine White shook her head, “Not fainting anymore, Aunt Lucy your ginger soup works.”
“Oh, that’s good, it’s getting late, ma’am, you should hurry back to your room and rest.” Aunt Lucy takes the bowl and goes to wash it under the faucet.
Christine White closed her eyes, “I can’t sleep.”
“What’s wrong?” Aunt Lucy looked back at her, “Can’t sleep because Molly Bort is there?”
Christine White hmmmed without denying it, “It’s more than that, there’s the Baird reason.”
Aunt Lucy paused in her dishwashing, “Mr. … Ma’am, are you still concerned about what Mr. just …”
“Yes, I care, I care a lot!” Christine White huffed, her voice full of bitterness, “Aunt Lucy you know what? Seeing him so nervous about Molly Bort, I’m really angry, I’m actually not a small-minded person, he can care about nervous others, but only Molly Bort, I can’t get past this hurdle in my heart.”
“I know, I know all that.” Aunt Lucy wiped the water off her hands and reached out to take her hand, “But don’t think too much about it Ma’am, you’re the one who married Mister, you’re the one Mister loves now, and Molly Bort is long in the past.”
“It’s because of that that I’m even more mesmerized.” Christine White drew her hand back, her face full of self-deprecation, “I actually can’t figure out at all, Baird Lane, how in the world did he manage to say he loved me on the one hand, but at the same time, he couldn’t let go of Molly Bort, since he couldn’t let go of Molly Bort, then why did he still look for me to come back for, why don’t you just get divorced directly! ”
Aunt Lucy was shocked by her words and hurriedly shushed, “Ma’am, don’t say this nonsense, sir, he loves you, as for Molly Bort … You just take it as he is having a brain disorder and screwing up again, you don’t want to think about divorce again, you two young people are so hard to look like husband and wife, you can’t have another crack because of someone else.”
“Cracks … Aren’t there always.” Christine White murmured with downcast eyes.
Aunt Lucy’s mouth opened when she heard this, and she didn’t even know how to advise.
Yeah, crack all the time.
Molly Bort, and that child, are the factors that create the cracks that exist.
“Well Aunt Lucy, I’m really sorry for making you listen to so many complaints, why don’t you take an early rest, I’ll go back to my room first.” After saying that, Christine White turned around and headed to leave the kitchen.
Back upstairs, she gently unscrewed the door to her room, only to find that the light in the room was on and someone was obviously inside.
As for who it was, she didn’t have to think about it.
Only she was a little curious as to why he wasn’t in the guest room with Molly Bort.
Without giving it much thought, Christine White lifted her foot to enter, and went in to see Baird Lane coming in from the balcony with a glass of red wine.
“Back?” He asked.
Christine White glanced at him and gave a slight nod in response before heading towards the bathroom.
Baird Lane frowned when he saw how cold her attitude was and put down the red wine in his hand and followed her to the bathroom.
Christine White was brushing her teeth and Baird Lane was standing in the doorway of the bathroom looking at her, “Still mad?”
“No.” Christine White returned his two words tersely.
Baird Lane arched an eyebrow.
That tone of voice, what is it if not anger?
Baird Lane rubbed his somewhat distended temples, “If you mind Molly Bort, I can have her sent away.”
“Mind?” Christine White stopped brushing her teeth, then took a cupped handful of water and rinsed her mouth, then turned her head to look at him, “Yes, I do mind Molly Bort, but do you? Don’t you have anything to explain to me? Like why you’re so nervous and worried about her.”
“She’s not well.” Baird Lane answered her.
Christine White laughed, but it was a cold laugh, “Yes, she is not well, that I admit, but is there no other reason beyond that?”
Baird Lane’s eyes twinkled for a moment, and instead of answering, he asked, “What do you think the reason is?”
Christine White said, word for word, “Of course you still love her.”
“No way!” Baird Lane replied directly without thinking.
He knows very well that he does love Molly Bort no more.
Christine White was surprised that Baird Lane answered so quickly, but that didn’t cheer her up.
She took a breath and looked up at the ceiling as if trying to hold back tears, “If you don’t love her anymore then why are you so put out that you’re so nervous about her, I can tell you care about Molly Bort.”
Baird Lane lowered his eyes, his eyelids hiding the emotions under his eyes, “You’re not wrong, I do still care about her, but it’s not out of love, it’s …”
“Rather what?” Christine White stared at him intently, a sudden surge of hope rising in her heart.