Gates put his head down, “Yes, the other party obviously came prepared or they wouldn’t have used the bodyguard’s ID to get a room, so the only way to find out more is to wait for the lady to wake up …”
His voice got lower and lower, and by the end, he couldn’t even speak.
That’s when the light on the emergency room door went out.
Baird Lane stood up immediately, his eyes locked on the emergency room door.
The door opens and Ives Norton emerges from it wearing a mask.
Baird Lane asks, “How is she?”
Ives Norton removed his gag and returned in a hushed voice, “It’s not going well, she’s got multiple kicks and bruises, especially her ribs, one is broken and she’ll have to be hospitalized to recuperate.”
At that, Baird Lane clenched his fist and hammered it against the wall.
Ives Norton looked at him coldly, “Baird Lane, what the hell is going on? Why is she hurt like this, yesterday she was fine.”
Baird Lane pursed his thin lips and didn’t answer.
Seeing this, Ives Norton’s heart rose with a supreme rage, and as he grabbed him by the collar, he roared, “Baird Lane, are you capable of protecting her or not? If you don’t have that ability, you’ll let her go before it’s too late. ”
Hearing this, Baird Lane turned his gaze to Ives Norton, the coldness in his eyes chilling, “I am not capable of protection, are you?”
Ives Norton grunted, “At the very least, I won’t put her in danger again and again.”
As soon as he pushed Baird Lane out of the way, he turned and went back into the emergency room.
When he came out again, he also pushed a trundle bed on which Christine White lay.
She had just had surgery and was covered in bandages, which was heartbreaking to look at.
Baird Lane reaches out, trying to touch her face.
Before he could touch it however, his hand was slapped away by Ives Norton, “She needs to rest now, I’m taking her to the ward.”
With that said, Ives Norton pushed Christine White toward the hospital wing.
As much as Baird Lane would like to push Christine White instead, he’s aware that he’s not a doctor.
So Baird Lane had to hold back his displeasure with Ives Norton and follow along to the hospital wing with a grimace on his face.
In the hospital room, Ives Norton adjusts his IV and is then kicked out by a guileless Baird Lane.
Baird Lane sat on the edge of the hospital bed and moved gently to tuck Christine White in, “Keep a good eye on Leo Bort for the next two days.”
This he said to Gates behind him.
Gates thought for a moment, “President Lane, are you suspecting that Leo Bort did this, ma’am?”
“It’s a possibility; Leo Bort had a sudden appeal yesterday, and Christine White didn’t agree to see him, so he might have let someone do something like that.” Baird Lane said coldly.
Gates pushed up his glasses, “I know, but …”
“Say.” Baird Lane gave him a sidelong glance.
Gates rushed to speak up, “Should we keep an eye on Ms. Molly Bort’s side as well?”
“No …” Baird Lane was about to say no, but then thought of something, pursed his thin lips, and changed his tone, “Keep an eye on it, and by the way, find out if she went to see Leo Bort yesterday or today.”
“Okay.” Gates responded.
At that moment, there was a knock on the ward door.
Gates self-consciously went over and opened the door.
Aunt Lucy came in from outside with red eyes, obviously having cried, “Sir, is ma’am alright?”
Baird Lane looked at Christine White and didn’t answer.
How could she be okay? Her nose was bruised and swollen, and there wasn’t a single intact part of her body.
Aunt Lucy, seeing that Baird Lane wasn’t answering, simply looked towards the hospital bed herself, and was distraught as soon as she saw the gauze-covered Christine White, “Sir, who on earth would have the audacity to do this?”
“I’m checking.” Baird Lane answered her by holding down his brow bone.
Aunt Lucy didn’t hold back and cried out again, “My wife yo, sir, you must find out who that person is and double back the injuries that my wife has suffered.”
Baird Lane’s eyes narrowed dangerously, “I don’t need you to tell me.”
As early as the moment he saw Christine White’s miserable condition at the hotel, murderous intent had risen in his heart towards those who had bullied her.
So there was no need for anyone to remind him that he would never let those people go.
“That’s good that’s good.” Aunt Lucy nodded repeatedly.
Baird Lane stood up, “Here you go.”
“Where are you going mister?” Aunt Lucy asked stopping her crying.
Baird Lane looked at Christine White, “Go investigate this.”
“Ok sir don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of ma’am.” Aunt Lucy said as she wiped her tears.
Baird Lane hmmm’d and greeted Gates as he left.
Aunt Lucy closed the door to the hospital room behind her and went to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water out, ready to wipe Christine White’s face.
Two days later.
Christine White wakes up and Aunt Lucy is pleasantly surprised.
“Ma’am.” She hurriedly dropped the kettle in her hand and ran to the hospital bedside.
Christine White opened her eyes, her whole body weak, “Where is this?”
Her voice was muffled and very unpleasant, as if she were sawing wood.
“This is a hospital.” Aunt Lucy poured a glass of water and put another straw on it and handed it over.
Christine White took two sips of water through the straw, and with the water moisturizing her dry, irritated throat, her voice was slightly better and less harsh.
“I’m not dead?” She moved.
She didn’t expect to move so much, but her body was suddenly in severe pain, causing her to grunt out in pain.
“Blah blah blah.” Aunt Lucy put her glass of water down and looked at Christine White with some disapproval, “Ma’am, what are you talking about, goodness gracious, how could you die.”
Christine White smiled weakly, “I was literally feeling like I was going to die.”
“No, you’re fine.” Aunt Lucy touched her forehead.
Christine White closed her eyes, “By the way Aunt Lucy, how long was I out?”
Aunt Lucy glanced at the clock, “Just two days.”
“Two days?” Christine White was stunned, “I can’t believe I was out for that long?”
“Yes, it’s killing me and Mr.” Aunt Lucy sighs.
Christine White heard her mention Baird Lane and then remembered that she hadn’t seen Baird Lane yet, and hastily opened her eyes and asked, “By the way, where’s Baird?”
Aunt Lucy, seeing her ask so urgently, thought she was thinking of Baird Lane and smiled lovingly, “Mr. is still looking around for the bullies of Mrs., he just left an hour ago.”
“Quickly, Aunt Lucy, call him and tell him I’m awake and have something very important to tell him.” Christine White commanded.
Aunt Lucy was puzzled, “What is it?”
“Don’t ask Aunt Lucy, just contact her quickly.” Christine White urged.
Aunt Lucy made a few oh-so-subtle noises and rushed out her cell phone to contact Baird Lane.
Baird Lane’s heart, which had been tight for the past two days, finally loosened up when he heard that Christine White had awakened, and even his gloomy face looked much better.
But when he heard Aunt Lucy say that Christine White had something very important to tell him, his face got serious again, “I’ll be right there.”
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he hung up the phone and set off for the hospital as soon as he grabbed his car keys from his desk.
Half an hour later, Baird Lane met Christine White, who had awakened.
The gauze hadn’t been removed from her body, and the redness on her face hadn’t disappeared, so she was still in a state of disarray.
Seeing her like this, the murderous intent in Baird Lane’s heart towards those people deepened a little more.
“Awake?” Baird Lane softened his voice.
Christine White couldn’t nod, so she gave a soft hmmm, “There you are.”
“You want to tell me about the man who kidnapped you?” Baird Lane sat down on the edge of the bed.
She woke up and said she had something to tell him.
He couldn’t think of anything else she was going to say but that.
Frustrated, Christine White blinked, “Yes.”
“Who is it?” Baird Lane asked, looking at her.
Christine White took a breath, “Who it was I don’t know, he didn’t tell me who he was and I didn’t see him, but I do know he was an old man and wore a mask.”
“The old man in the mask?” Baird Lane’s brow furrowed.