“It’s okay.” Christine White clapped her hands back.
Aunt Lucy looked behind her in confusion, “But I just heard a noise, did you have a fight with that woman, ma’am? Where is that woman?”
“Thrown out by me.” Christine White said gently.
Aunt Lucy plummeted, “Thrown out?”
“Yeah.” Christine White yawned and went back to the couch and sat down.
Aunt Lucy was still a bit out of it, “Ma’am, how did you throw her out? She didn’t resist?”
“Yes, but she couldn’t resist me, so I dragged her by her clothes and threw her out the front door.” Christine White replied with a smile.
The corner of Aunt Lucy’s mouth twitched, “You’re really good then ma’am, but next time you don’t want to do this kind of thing yourself, just ask me to go so she doesn’t hurt you.”
“It’s okay, I can beat her.” Christine White shrugged in disbelief.
Aunt Lucy looked at her with some disapproval, “It’s one thing to be able to fight, but what if she pulls some kind of underhanded stunt, that woman, she’s not a good one.”
“Geez don’t you worry Aunt Lucy, I know what to do, it’s you, why are you just coming down from upstairs now, I thought Molly Bort was bullying you up there.” Christine White surveyed Aunt Lucy with concern.
Aunt Lucy grunted and hefted the clothes basket in her arms, “She can’t bully me, I just cleaned up the room and changed the sheets and everything, after all, that woman laid there, I’m too dirty, I don’t even bother to wash it, I’ll take it out and throw it away straight away later.”
“It’s good to throw it away.” Christine White had nothing to say.
Aunt Lucy clutched the clothes basket and headed for the door, “I’ll go out and throw it now then, and see if the woman has gone by the way.”
“Good.” Christine White nodded.
A short while later, Aunt Lucy returned holding the empty clothes basket.
Christine White put down the remote and twisted her head to inquire, “Gone?”
“Gone.” Aunt Lucy responded with a smile.
Christine White breathed a soft sigh of relief, “That’s good, I was afraid she’d come back with some bitter, annoying scheme.”
“Mistress is overthinking it, sir is away, who is she making a bitter trick for.” Aunt Lucy grunted.
Christine White thought about it, “Then Aunt Lucy you get busy, I’m going upstairs to get some sleep, I didn’t get much rest last night.”
“Go on, I’ll call you for dinner later.” Aunt Lucy waved her hand smilingly.
Christine White stood up from the couch and, after rubbing her somewhat stiff neck, lifted her feet and went upstairs.
The next day.
Christine White went alone to the old mansion for the anniversary of the death of Baird Lane’s parents.
The old man had already been greeted by Baird Lane in advance, so when he saw Christine White come by herself, he didn’t ask anything, but instead pulled her in and told her so much about the past.
It was also from this moment that Christine White had an image in mind of Baird Lane’s parents.
After all, she had never heard Baird Lane mention his parents in the past, so she had no memory of them at all, except that they were very affectionate and in love …
That night, Christine White stayed at the old mansion and did not return to the cottage.
It wasn’t until the next morning, after breakfast, that she bid farewell to the old man and left the old mansion for the office.
By the time she got to the office, she’d heard that Baird Lane was back.
She was tempted to go up to him and ask him if anything had come of this trip, but it was already work time, so she had to resist the urge to behave herself inside.
It wasn’t until she got off work at noon that she declined Debby York’s invitation, as usual, and went up to the penthouse alone.
“Ma’am.” Gates opened the door to his office and saw Christine White outside, giving her a small smile in greeting.
Christine White returned the smile, “Is he in?”
“President Lane’s here, come on in.” Gates sidestepped his body.
Christine White said thank you before lifting her foot and walking into the office.
Baird Lane is on the phone and Christine White subconsciously eases up at the sight, not bothering him.
Baird Lane’s call didn’t take long to answer, though, before he hung up, and he raised his eyes to her, “Coming.”
“Coming.” Christine White returned two words.
Baird Lane gets up and heads across the street toward the rest area.
Christine White followed him, “Did you see Chairman Dong this time out?”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nods.
Christine White asked again, “So any results?”
“No!” Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, his expression revealing a bit of displeasure, “That person I don’t know if he’s hiding too deeply or if there’s really nothing wrong with him, this time, there was no gain from this visit.”
“How did that happen?” Christine White staggered.
Baird Lane handed her a pair of chopsticks, “That’s just the way it is, so there’s only one last way to find out if Hugh Dong is Nigel or not, a DNA test.”
“But that would require Hugh Dong’s hair or something.” Christine White said as she took over the chopsticks.
Baird Lane nodded, “That’s right, but I’ve had Gates on it before, so I’m sure I’ll have it in a while.”
“I see, so what can I do for you?” Christine White looked at him.
Baird Lane raised his eyebrows slightly, “You?”
“Uh-huh.”
Baird Lane laughed softly, “Just be a good boy and eat.”
Christine White beamed and stopped talking.
In the time that followed, the two men said no more words, both quietly eating their bowls of rice.
It was only after dinner that Christine White mentioned yesterday’s jubilee to Baird Lane.
He didn’t say much as he listened, but Christine White could tell that he was in a bad mood.
Also, the day of his parents’ accident, he was there to look for his brother, and he was there yesterday to look for his brother.
So how can he be in a good mood when neither his parents, nor he, went without any results.
Thinking about this, Christine White reaches out and gently places her hand on the back of Baird Lane’s hand as a way of comforting him.
Baird Lane glanced at her hand, his lips quirked slightly before he flipped his large hand over, backhanded her hand and yanked it with such force that her entire body was yanked into his arms.
“You …” Christine White’s eyes rounded in shock as she tried to say something.
Baird Lane put up a finger against her lips, “Be quiet, don’t talk, let me hold you for a while.”
At the end of his words, he tightened the strength in his hands and held her tighter.
Christine White didn’t know why he suddenly wanted to hug her for good reason, but she didn’t struggle either, and obediently nestled in his arms without moving.
I don’t know how long it took, but Baird Lane released her, “It’s about time, so go on back.”
“Good.” Christine White nodded, got up from his arms, looked at him twice more, and turned to leave his office.
Back in the department, Christine White had just sat down when she heard tiny sobs in her ears.
She turned her head to see Debby York slumped over her desk, crying.
At the sight, Christine White froze, and it took a moment for her to respond, reaching out and touching Debby York, “Debby , what’s wrong with you?”
Debby York heard her voice and looked up at her, “Christine …”
“It’s me, what’s wrong with you?” Christine White was anxious.
Debby York’s mouth dropped and she flung herself into her arms, crying even louder.
Christine White saw that she was just crying but kept refusing to answer what was going on, she was anxious and helpless, patting her back to calm her down, “Okay, okay, don’t cry, everyone is watching.”
At that, Debby York did cry much less, but didn’t get up from her arms.
Christine White pulled two tissues and handed them to Debby York from underneath, “Debby , tell me what’s wrong, you’re worrying me like that.”
“Christine…” Debby York’s body trembled, “My dad he … He’s had another accident.”
“What happened to Uncle again?” Christine White looked tight.