“Huh?” Christine White was slightly stunned, “Why are you asking me that all of a sudden?”
Baird Lane drops his eyelids, “Just asking.”
“So.” Christine White nodded her head, indicating that she believed it, but felt a bit amused, “That’s a bit too strange of a question for you to ask.”
“So what’s your answer?” Baird Lane looked up at her.
Christine White bit her finger, “It depends, doesn’t it, you just said that if my current family, isn’t my real family, and my real family has a grudge against me, so recognizing them or not depends on the size of that grudge, if …”
“If what?” Baird Lane squeezes his water glass tight.
Christine White laughed, “If it’s as patriarchal and hateful as my parents, who treat me like an ATM, it’s not so much a case of disowning me, but at most, it’s a colder relationship.”
“And what if it’s like the Leo Bort type, the kidnap-you-and-siphon-your-bone-marrow-and-abort-your-child kind?” Baird Lane’s eyes twinkled with an unreadable look as he asked the question.
Christine White frowned, “Why are you using that as an example?”
“Answer me!” Baird Lane intensified his tone.
Christine White froze, not understanding why he was reacting so strongly, but answered truthfully, “No.”
“And the reason?” Baird Lane pursed his thin lips.
Christine White’s face was a little cold, even a little disgusted, “I have no way to accept treating my father like this for a moment, such a person, rather than being a family member, it would be better to say that he is an unshared enemy, what’s more, what kind of father would be so cruel to his daughter.”
Baird Lane fell silent and hung his head slightly, the broken hair on his forehead blocking half of his face, making it impossible to see his expression at the moment.
After a few seconds, he spoke again, “So if all of this, all of this was done without him knowing you were his daughter, then you …”
“All the more reason not to recognize it.” Christine White cut him off, “To do such a vicious act to his daughter without knowing it was his own daughter is no reason to forgive, furthermore, why would he not know that it was his own daughter, did he abandon her as a child?”
Baird Lane raised his eyebrows slightly.
Whether she was abandoned by Leo Bort as a child, he wasn’t sure.
The exact truth is yet to be found out.
Christine White couldn’t help but skim a little when she saw that Baird Lane wasn’t picking up, “So the sin of abandonment, coupled with these actions, makes a man like Leo Bort unworthy of forgiveness and recognition anyhow.”
“Yeah well, I see what you’re thinking.” Baird Lane folded his legs.
His main reason for asking this was to test her true opinion of Leo Bort before deciding whether or not to tell her who she really was.
But now it seems as if it won’t be necessary.
With how much she hates Leo Bort, she’d probably break down if she knew he was her real father.
“Baird, I’ve noticed you’re acting strange today, huh?” Christine White scrunched up her little face and eyed Baird Lane oddly.
Baird Lane rubbed his thumb, “What’s weird about it?”
“Everywhere is strange.” Christine White straightened her back and listed them all, “First you come back so early, then you ask me these inexplicable things, is there something on your mind?”
How else could one ask such an outrageous to the point of being laughable question as, Leo Bort is her father.
“Nothing on my mind, don’t think about it, take your time reading, I’m going upstairs to rest for a while.” Baird Lane pressed his brow bone, then stood up.
Christine White looked at his tired face and was instantly a little distressed, “Okay, go ahead and I’ll call you for dinner.”
Baird Lane hmmm’d and crossed over to her and went upstairs.
Christine White looked in the direction of departure and half-heartedly withdrew her gaze.
When Aunt Lucy came in, she even joked, “Ma’am, so reluctant to let go of Mr., go upstairs and sleep with Mr. for a while.”
“Aunt Lucy!” said Christine White, glaring at her with a slight blush on her little face.
Aunt Lucy laughed out loud.
Christine White shook her head helplessly, “It’s not that I can’t let him go, I just think he’s being secretive today.”
“Sir is a bit off today.” Aunt Lucy nodded in agreement.
Christine White rubbed her chin, “Do you think he’s hiding something from me?”
“Is it not enough that monsieur hides from you, madam?” Aunt Lucy cried.
Christine White’s eye twitched, “Fair enough …”
“So ah ma’am, don’t think too much, everyone has more or less secrets, let mister go, not to mention you can’t pry mister’s mouth if he doesn’t want to talk about it.” Aunt Lucy patted her shoulder comfortingly.
Christine White fiddled with the book in her hands, “I know, and usually I don’t press him on what he doesn’t want to talk about, but I don’t know why, but he’s coming down with these questions today, and I inexplicably care in my heart.”
“What’s there to care, do you really believe what Mr. asked, ma’am, that Leo Bort is your father.” Aunt Lucy teased.
Christine White rubbed her temples, “If that’s the case then I’d rather die, well Aunt Lucy, I won’t talk to you, I’m reading.”
She picked up the book and waved it twice.
Aunt Lucy looked at the pendulum clock in the corner, “Yes, ma’am you can watch, I’ll go to the kitchen and make you some big bone broth.”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White nodded.
By evening, Aunt Lucy had made dinner.
Christine White, seeing that it was about time, put her book down and prepared to go upstairs to call Baird Lane.
In the room, Baird Lane is still asleep.
Christine White stood beside the bed and lowered her head slightly, ready to wake him up.
But after her hand reached out, before it touched him, he suddenly opened his eyes, then pinched her wrist in one hand and yanked hard.
Christine White shrieks before Baird Lane yanks her onto the bed and rolls her over in a heap, pinning her down.
“What brings you up here?” Baird Lane stared at her.
Christine White blinked, “It’s seven o’clock, coming up to call you for dinner.”
Seven points?
Baird Lane frowned.
He slept so long?
“Baird,” Christine White raised her hand and poked him gently in the shoulder, “can you get up? It’s heavy hey.”
Baird Lane lifted his body a little but didn’t get off of her, “What did you just call me?”
“Ah Baird.” Christine White looked at him simply.
The corners of Baird Lane’s lips curved in an inaccessible curve, “Baird? Did you forget what I told you to yell before?”
“What … What?” Christine White had a slightly confused expression.
She hadn’t really thought about it.
Baird Lane let out a low chuckle and cupped her chin, “Did you really forget that epithet you called me last time in front of Molly Bort?”
Christine White’s eyes rolled around for a second, then stopped, her eyes snapping open.
Baird Lane’s lips curved more and more when he saw her like this, “Come to think of it?”
Christine White averted her eyes and didn’t answer.
Baird Lane turned her face to his own, “Look at me!”
Christine White looked at him weakly.
“Shout it out.” Baird Lane took on a hint of a commanding tone.
Christine White’s lips moved without making a sound.
Baird Lane’s eyes narrowed, “If you don’t yell, then you don’t want me to get up.”
“That’s a threat!” Christine White waited for him.
Baird Lane gave a grunt, “Doesn’t matter what you say, as long as it serves its purpose, shout?”
He asked her again.
Christine White blushed a little and bit her lip, “Old … Husband …”
Though she had called out to him that way before, just once.
So she, at this moment, still felt shy about this title coming out of her mouth.
Baird Lane, however, was less than pleased, and bringing his handsome face to hers, he emphasized, “Not this one, shout it in a row.”
Christine White couldn’t argue with him, so she simply went out on a limb, and with her eyes closed and her breath sunk, she cried out, “Husband! Is this okay?”