“Yes, Miss Molly Bort is still staying at The Bort Family’s cottage and has not left.” Gates returned.
Christine White frowned suspiciously, “Strange.”
“Where’s the weirdness?” Baird Lane looked at her.
Christine White explains, “Of course it’s strange that Leo Bort is gone, so what’s she keeping C-City for? Shouldn’t she go with Leo Bort? After all, now that The Lane Family and The Bort Family have become enemies, isn’t she afraid that The Lane Family will come after her if she stays after Leo Bort has left?”
“The missus is right.” Gates pushed up his glasses.
Baird Lane grunted coldly, “Whatever her reason for staying, since she’s still in C-City, keep an eye on her, she’s Leo Bort’s only daughter, Leo Bort won’t stop contacting her, as long as we keep an eye on her, we can always find Leo Bort.”
“Okay.” Gates nodded.
Baird Lane waved his hand, “All right, you’re out.”
“Yes.” Gates turned to leave.
Baird Lane and Christine White are the only ones left in the hospital room again.
Christine White’s little mouth opened, wanting to speak.
Baird Lane tucked her in, “Say whatever you want.”
“Well … It’s nothing really, it’s just that I wanted to say that Molly Bort is not Leo Bort’s only daughter, Molly Bort has a sister.” Christine White said.
Baird Lane’s eyes narrowed, “Who did you hear that from?”
How he didn’t know Leo Bort had a daughter.
“It’s Hugh Dong,” Christine White answered truthfully.
Baird Lane’s face darkened vaguely at the name, “When did he tell you that?”
“Just the other day.”
“Don’t believe him!” Baird Lane sneered.
Christine White mused for two seconds, “But what if he’s telling the truth?”
“Even if it’s true, what’s that got to do with us.” Baird Lane casually fished out a magazine and flipped through it.
Thinking about it, Christine White said nothing more and yawned to close her eyes.
Baird Lane glanced at her, saw that she was going to sleep, and subconsciously eased his page-turning, waiting for her to fall asleep before he closed the magazine and got up to leave quietly.
In the blink of an eye, a week had passed.
Christine White’s injuries have gotten much better, especially the bruises on her face and the back of her neck have completely subsided and not a trace of them can be seen anymore.
It’s just that her ribs haven’t grown in yet and she’ll need to recuperate for a while.
“Are you packed, ma’am?” Aunt Lucy asked as she walked into the room with the discharge paperwork.
Christine White was changing her shoes when she heard this and hastily replied, “Okay.”
“Let’s go then.” Aunt Lucy pulled the suitcase beside her.
The two had just stepped out of the hospital room when they ran into an oncoming Ives Norton.
Ives Norton first glanced at the suitcase carried by Aunt Lucy, and finally fixed his gaze on Christine White’s thin little face, and in his eyes behind the lenses, a heartache skimmed through without trace, “Really decided to get out of the hospital?”
“Well, I’ve been able to get out of bed, so I won’t take up hospital bed resources.” Christine White smiled in a pretense of relief.
Ives Norton sighed, “Well, now that you’ve made up your mind, I’m not going to say much, I was going to keep you at the hospital for a few more days.”
“Sterilized water doesn’t smell good.” Christine White wrinkled her nose, “So it’s better not to stay.”
Ives Norton laughed at her remark, “It’s good to go back, when you do, stay at the villa and recuperate, don’t wander around, it’s not a peaceful time for The Lane Family.”
“I know, I won’t give Baird any trouble.” Christine White ruffled her short hair.
Ives Norton’s expression got serious, “I’m asking you to protect yourself.”
“I don’t think you need to be reminded of that statement.” Baird Lane’s cool voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Christine White lowered her hand from her ear and turned her head to see him taking a step toward this way on his long, slender legs.
“My wife, I’ll protect her, so don’t worry about her.” Baird Lane said coldly to Ives Norton as he came to a stop beside Christine White and took her by the shoulders.
Ives Norton’s tone was equally cold, “Let’s hope you can keep your word, so you don’t end up making a joke out of it, not to mention breaking hearts.”
Baird Lane wrinkled his nose, “Are you done?”
Without answering, Ives Norton turned his gaze back to Christine White’s face, his voice immediately softening, “Go back, get well, and call me anytime if there’s a problem with the wound.”
“Good.” Christine White nodded.
Ives Norton gave her a couple of other instructions after that and turned to go.
Christine White looked at his back and asked Baird Lane in disbelief, “Did you guys have a fight? In the past few days, the atmosphere between you two has always been off, is something wrong?”
Baird Lane pursed his lips.
Christine White looked at him like this, felt that she had guessed, and added: “Why exactly did you fight ah, your relationship is not very good, how …”
“Come on, it’s not your concern, go back.” Baird Lane interrupted her with some displeasure, then headed for the elevator.
Christine White, wondering what he was suddenly angry about, shrugged her shoulders, pushed down the doubts that filled her, and lifted her feet to follow slowly.
Back at the villa, it was two hours later.
Baird Lane helped Christine White onto the couch and took a phone call and left.
He left in a hurry, as if he had something urgent to do.
As for what it was, Christine White didn’t hear it or have time to ask before the others were gone.
“Have some milk, ma’am.” Aunt Lucy came out of the kitchen with a glass of milk and handed it to Christine White with both hands.
Christine White took it, “Thanks Aunt Lucy.”
“Thanks for nothing, it’s due.” Aunt Lucy smiled cheerfully, then looked around, “Where’s Mr.?”
“He’s gone.” Christine White took a sip of milk.
Aunt Lucy was slightly surprised, “Gone again, dinner’s not ready yet.”
“It’s okay, we have Gates.” Christine White said without the slightest worry.
Aunt Lucy sighed, “These days, mister has been very busy, ah, he often can’t keep up with his meals.”
“Couldn’t help it, trying to find out who The Lane Family’s enemies are.” Christine White rubbed her mug and answered.
Aunt Lucy bristled a bit, “I wonder who that old thing really is that has such a hatred for The Lane Family.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty well hidden.” Christine White nodded in agreement.
Aunt Lucy worried, “That old thing, he’s been hitting on you ma’am, I’m so scared that Mr. is … too.”
“It won’t.” Christine White gripped the glass in her hand tighter, “I trust Baird, he’ll be fine.”
At these words, Aunt Lucy slapped her forehead, only then did she react to her own wrong words, and quickly changed her words, “Look at this mouth of mine, what am I talking nonsense about, it’s better that you’re right, ma’am, Mr. will definitely be fine.”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White tugged at the corner of her mouth, forcing a smile.
Don’t look at her mouth saying that Baird Lane will be fine, but in fact, only she herself knows that she is just forcing herself to be comforted, in fact, she is very apprehensive in her heart, that old man said that he will not stop with The Lane Family, so it is evident that he wants to completely bring down The Lane Family.
And Baird Lane is actually in a very precarious position as the current head of The Lane Family, because it would be much easier to take him down and then take down The Lane Family.
So she had to think more about it, in case the old man kidnapped Baird Lane someday like he had kidnapped her, the consequences would definitely not be as simple as just beating up Baird Lane, but possibly killing him.
At the thought, Christine White’s body shook violently, and the worry in her heart could no longer be concealed and spilled over onto her face.
Aunt Lucy sensed it and was busy asking with concern, “Ma’am, what’s wrong with you?”
Christine White took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down and not think, “I’m fine, I just thought of something horrible.”
“What horrible thing?” Aunt Lucy was curious.