“It’s fine, just a little worried, if that Chairman Dong is really the one who carried away your brother, then it means that he has great hostility towards The Lane Family, you have to be careful in the past, I’m afraid that he’s targeting you.” Christine White uneasily urged.
Baird Lane’s heart softened and he reached up and rubbed a handful of her hair, his voice softening, “I know.”
“So when are you coming back?” Christine White asked him.
Baird Lane gave Gates a sideways glance.
Gates immediately pulled up the line Land table on his phone, “Ma’am, President Lane has a very important meeting at noon the day after tomorrow, so he’ll be back early the day after tomorrow.”
“The day after tomorrow ah …” Christine White frowned slightly, “So that means you won’t be able to attend Mom and Dad’s memorial service?”
“Well, so it’s up to you to go in my place.”
“But what shall I say to Grandfather? Tell him the truth?” Christine White blinked.
Baird Lane mused for two seconds, “I’ll talk to Grandpa at his place myself, don’t you worry.”
“Good.” Christine White nodded.
Baird Lane added, “And Molly Bort, when she wakes up, you just let her go.”
Christine White bristled, “And what if she doesn’t go, like yesterday.”
“If she doesn’t leave, you call me and I’ll send someone over to take her away.” Baird Lane said.
Christine White shrugged her shoulders, “That’s what you said, don’t go soft then.”
“Am I that untrustworthy?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes.
Christine White lowered her eyes and said in a faint voice, “Trust also comes with actual action, and you were so nervous and concerned about her last night …”
“There’s a reason I’m nervous about her, I told you that last night didn’t I?” Baird Lane wrinkled his nose.
Christine White bit her lower lip, “But you didn’t say specifically what the reason was.”
“So you’re still hung up on this, didn’t I tell you what the reason is that you can’t talk about it yet?” Baird Lane’s voice sank.
Christine White pinched her palms, also a little unhappy, she stared at him with two eyes, “It’s because you don’t tell me plainly every time you have something, causing me to always think blindly, how can I trust you?”
Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was a bit off, and they were about to quarrel, Gates touched his nose and stood out, coughing lightly twice to divert the topic away, “That ….. … President Lane, you’d better eat breakfast first, if you don’t eat, you won’t be able to catch up with the opening time of the route.”
At that, Christine White then remembered that Baird Lane had to go out in a while, and she looked at him, her lips moving to say something, but ultimately said nothing, bowing her head slightly as she walked towards the restaurant.
Baird Lane knew she was purposely giving him a leg up, and while his face improved, a twinge of guilt rose in his heart.
He took three steps to catch up with her and took her arm, “I’m sorry about earlier.”
“Sorry for what?” Christine White didn’t look at him, only dropping her eyelids to look at the tips of her slippers.
Baird Lane let go of her arm and cupped her face in his hands, “If you really want to know the reason why I have to be nervous about Molly Bort when I clearly loathe her already, I can tell you, but it will all wait until I get back.”
A hint of surprise crossed Christine White’s eyes, “Why did you suddenly figure it out?”
Baird Lane dropped his hand cupping her cheek, “What you just said reminded me that in order to be trusted, I have to be honest myself, so I figured it out.”
Christine White smiled, “Good, then I’ll wait for you to come back and tell me everything.”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane took her hand, “Come on, breakfast.”
The words fell out of his mouth, and the two of them walked toward the restaurant with each other.
After breakfast, Baird Lane left, accompanied by Gates.
Christine White stood in the doorway of the villa and watched his car go away until it was out of sight, then she reluctantly went back to the living room.
Aunt Lucy brought her a glass of honey water, “Mister gone?”
“Gone.” Christine White returned as she took the glass of water.
Aunt Lucy also understood what Baird Lane was doing out of the country and sighed, “I do hope this time Mr. will get the second youngest back.”
“It’s hard.” Christine White said as she took a sip of her honey water.
Aunt Lucy looked at her a little puzzled, “Why?”
Christine White put down her water cup and replied, “Because it is still uncertain if Hugh Dong is Nigel Lane, even if it is certain that he is, but he was raised by The Lane Family’s enemies since he was a child, and in his heart, he will definitely harbor hatred towards The Lane Family, and how will he come back without a problem? come back.”
“So true.” Aunt Lucy nodded, thinking there was some truth to it.
“Speaking of which, it seems like Hugh Dong lives in this villa area.” Christine White rubbed her chin in retrospect.
Aunt Lucy’s eyes lit up, “Really ma’am?”
“Well, he mentioned it before.” Christine White nodded affirmatively, “But I just don’t know if he lives here permanently.”
“That’s fine, I’ll ask around sometime and see if I can help you sir.” Aunt Lucy said.
Christine White smiled slightly, “It’s better to let Baird handle it himself, it’s not good for you to get involved in case Hugh Dong senses something and ruins Baird’s plan.”
“That bad?” Aunt Lucy scratched her head.
Christine White shrugged slightly, “I don’t know if it’s serious or not, anyway I just think it’s better if we don’t do anything, and even if we do want to help, it’s better to wait until Baird gets back before we ask him.”
“That’s fine then ma’am, I’ll go upstairs first and see if the woman is awake.” Aunt Lucy said and pointed upstairs.
Christine White hmmmed, “Go ahead.”
“Okay, I’ll go then.”
Aunt Lucy went upstairs, and Christine White sat alone and bored on the couch, continuing to watch the television in front of her.
After watching for a while, footsteps came up the stairs.
Christine White whipped her head around to see what she thought was Aunt Lucy coming back, but instead it was Molly Bort coming down with a smelly face.
“You’re finally awake.” Christine White chortled out as she turned off the TV.
Molly Bort looked over, her eyes spewing anger, “Christine White, my outfit was your idea, wasn’t it?”
She tugged at the clothes on her body, her face full of disgust.
Christine White shot her a look and couldn’t really hold back a giggle.
The laughter, to Molly Bort’s ears, was abject derision.
She gritted her teeth and walked over to Christine White and sternly questioned, “What are you laughing at?”
“I laughed at how appropriate you look in this.” Christine White returned by ruffling her short hair around her ears.
Molly Bort was trembling with anger, “It really was your idea, you deliberately put me in this outfit to make a fool of me didn’t you?”
“What makes you think that?” Christine White blinked in mock innocence, “What do you mean make a fool out of you, if I did make a fool out of you, you wouldn’t be going downstairs in your clothes right now, you’d be going downstairs naked understand?”
Molly Bort stomps her foot, “Christine White!”
“What are you yelling about?” Christine White rubbed her ears, “Comparing whose voice is louder?”
That comment pissed off Molly Bort again.
How could she not have imagined that Christine White, who was once coy and easy to bully at first glance, would now become so difficult to deal with?
“OK, Christine White, I can’t talk you out of it, I’ll let the clothes thing slide, but …”
“No buts, you’ll have to see if I say yes or no if you want to count, and who are you to count, and who are you to count?”
Christine White coldly interrupted Molly Bort and looked at her mockingly, “I gave you clothes to change and took you in for the night, not only did you not appreciate it, but instead, you asked me if I had ulterior motives as soon as I came here, and the four words, “Envy will be avenged,” were shown to you to the fullest extent.
Let’s just say that ennui really does have a bloodline genetic aspect to it.
Molly Bort’s mom is like that, and so is her daughter, and it’s true that these two deserve to be mother and daughter, they’re both so disgusting!
And I wonder if Leo Bort’s original wife, down there, will die in peace?