“Yes.” Thinking of that old man, Christine White subconsciously gripped the sheets underneath her, and a few moments of fear passed through her eyes.
The impression that old man made on her was horrible.
The kind of hatred for The Lane Family that makes her shudder at the thought of it now.
Noticing something wrong with Christine White, Baird Lane looked down at her, “What’s wrong?”
Christine White closed her eyes, “It’s okay, it’s just that I thought of that old man, Baird, he’s the one who helped Leo Bort get his appeal and forced me to sign an understanding, and on top of that, he has a grudge against The Lane Family, and will be at odds with The Lane Family from now on .”
“How do you know?” A shrewd look swept across Baird Lane’s deep eyes.
“He told me himself.” Christine White recalled the old man’s beady eyes and stifled a shiver.
Baird Lane squeezed her palm, “Don’t be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid, I’m just wondering how many enemies The Lane Family has, and how it feels like any random person that comes out has a grudge against The Lane Family.” Christine White muttered.
The corner of Baird Lane’s mouth twitched, “The Lane Family has a lot of enemies, but the vast majority of them are business beefs, and the ones who really have a grudge against The Lane Family, other than the one who stole Nigel, which I know by heart, don’t really have any family that still has an old man the same age as Grandpa. ”
“Then, from what you are saying, it means that that old man could possibly be the one who stole your brother?” Christine White said in surprise, then beamed suspiciously, “That’s not true, we suspect that the person who took your brother is the Dong family.”
“Ma’am, in fact, during the two days you were in a coma, I have already gotten Hugh Dong’s hair.” Aunt Lucy stepped forward at this time.
Christine White was busy asking, “What are the results? Has the appraisal been done?”
Baird Lane nodded, undisguised disappointment in his low voice, “Hugh Dong isn’t Nigel, and it wasn’t the Dongs who carried Nigel away.”
“Not the Dong family?” Christine White’s eyes widened, “Is it hard to believe it’s really that old man?”
Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, “Maybe, I’ll make a trip back to the old mansion later and ask grandpa if he knows anything about this old man, as for you, during this period of time you’ll properly recuperate in the hospital, and after you’re healed, don’t go to work for a while.”
Since she said that the old man had put out words of undying love for The Lane Family, surely kidnapping her and beating her was just the beginning of an even more drastic retaliation against The Lane Family to come.
So for her safety, it’s best not to go anywhere.
Christine White also knew Baird Lane’s idea of not letting her go to work, and although there was some reluctance in her heart, she still agreed with a hmmm.
At this juncture, it was better for her not to cause him any trouble.
And having suffered two kidnappings in a row, she’s a little tied up and scared.
“Hungry? ” Baird Lane inquired softly as he saw that Christine White’s lips were a little dry and poured her a glass of water.
Christine White lifted her hand under the covers and touched her stomach, “A little hungry.”
“Okay, I’ll ask Ives Norton if you can eat.”
With that, he got up and left the hospital room.
A short while later, he came back, with a small bowl in his hand, containing a serving of very thick white porridge that had been simmered.
Baird Lane sat back down on the edge of the hospital bed and gently stirred a spoon into the bowl, saying as he did so, “Ives Norton says you can’t eat anything else, only porridge for a few days.”
“Porridge ah …” Christine White’s pretty eyebrows wrinkled in a slight, inaccessible frown.
The scene fell on Baird Lane’s eyes, and the corners of his mouth hooked up in an inaccessible manner, “What’s the matter? Don’t want congee?”
“No.” Christine White hurriedly shook her head, who knew that this shaking of her head had torn the back of her neck, causing her to grunt in pain.
Seeing this, Baird Lane put the bowl down and immediately went to check on her.
His nervous look warmed Christine White’s heart and made her neck feel less sore.
She reached her hand out from under the covers and tugged on his sleeve, “Baird, I’m fine.”
“Stay still and lie still.” Baird Lane warned in a low voice as he removed his hand from behind her neck.
Christine White hmmm’d and dutifully stayed still.
Seeing her so obedient, Baird Lane’s taut face improved a bit, then resumed the bowl he had just set down, scooped up a spoonful of white porridge and blew on it, handing it to her mouth, “Open your mouth.”
Christine White looked at the spoon at her mouth, a little dazed.
She didn’t expect that he would actually feed her congee himself.
“What are you waiting for? Open your mouth!” Baird Lane couldn’t help but sulk when he saw Christine White just staring at the spoon but staring stupidly still, and said it again with increased volume.
Now Christine White came back to her senses and after saying sorry, she obediently opened her mouth wide and took the porridge into her mouth.
This was the first time, she had ever, eaten a meal hand-fed by him, and it felt really unusual.
Obviously this is an ordinary bowl of tasteless white porridge, but after his hands, eating into the mouth as if all become sweet.
At the thought, Christine White dropped her eyes and smiled fondly.
Baird Lane glanced at her, “What’s so funny?”
Christine White tucked her smile away and poked her tongue out at him playfully, “Secret.”
Baird Lane raised an eyebrow.
This woman, she dares to sell out to him!
But seeing as she was so lively, he didn’t bother with her.
After a bowl of porridge, Christine White felt that there was finally a sense of fullness in her stomach and she was no longer so weak, but at the same time, her body’s drowsiness also attacked her.
She yawned and asked the man who was looking at his cell phone, “Aren’t you going back?”
“Here to keep you company for a while while you try to sleep?” Baird Lane freed one eye to look at her.
Christine White rubbed her eyes, “A little sleepy.”
“Go to sleep then, I’ll leave when you’re asleep.” Baird Lane finished and turned his attention back to his cell phone.
Christine White hmmm’d and after rubbing her head slightly on the pillow, she closed her eyes and got ready for bed.
At that moment, there was a knock on the ward door.
Aunt Lucy pushed the door open and came in, “Sir, Assistant Gates is here and says it’s important.”
“Tell him to wait outside.” Baird Lane returned tersely.
Christine White raised her eyes, “Baird, since it’s important, why don’t you go out and meet him, or let him in.”
“You’re not going to sleep if you let him in?” Baird Lane squinted at her.
Christine White laughed, “It’s not like I’m asleep at this point anyway, and I’d like to know what’s so important.”
“If you say so, all right.” Baird Lane lifted his chin and instructed Aunt Lucy, “Send him in.”
“Yes.” Aunt Lucy went to pass the message.
Soon after, Gates walked into the hospital room, looking so serious that he didn’t even notice that Christine White had woken up, and spoke directly to Baird Lane, and in an urgent tone of voice, “President Lane, I’ve just gotten word from the police department that Leo Bort is out of jail!”
“What?” Christine White exclaimed, her eyes snapping open and her sleep dissipating.
Leo Bort is out of jail?
“Yes.” Gates gave her a look and nodded.
Christine White’s little face got a little hard.
She’d known Leo Bort would come out the moment she’d been forced by the old man to sign a letter of understanding.
What I didn’t expect was that Leo Bort would come out so fast.
“And where are the Leo Bort people now?” Baird Lane asked, narrowing his eyes.
Gates bowed his head in shame, “The guy I sent to watch outside the police station said that Leo Bort got out and got into a car with no license plates, our guys followed him but got lost when they followed him downtown and now they don’t know where they went.”
“It was picked up by the old man, I think.” Christine White guessed.
Baird Lane’s eyes flashed, “What about Molly Bort’s side? Is she still in C-City?”