This kind of flower is clearly used only when you go to pay tribute to someone.
Could it be that the place he was taking her to, was a mausoleum?
Thinking, Christine White tugged on Baird Lane’s sleeve, “Baird, is there someone you’re taking me to see?”
Baird Lane nodded, “Take you to someone very important.”
“Who?” Christine White was very curious.
Baird Lane looked at her deeply for a moment, didn’t answer, pulled open the door and got in.
Christine White couldn’t help but sigh when she saw him like this.
“Ma’am.” Mrs. Gates called Christine White to a halt as she was about to get in the car as well.
Christine White pulled back the one foot she had just stepped into the car and craned her head to look, “Assistant Gates, what can I do for you?”
Gates handed her the flowers in his arms with both hands, “Take them, ma’am.”
“For me?” Christine White froze slightly.
Gates nodded, “Yes.”
“But …”
“Here, just take it.” Baird Lane snapped as he rolled down his window.
Christine White looked at him for a few seconds and took the flowers in a daze, her mind still a little foggy until she got into the car.
She didn’t understand why Gates had given her the flower.
And Baird Lane had to make her take it.
What the hell are they selling?
All the way there, Christine White mulled this over and didn’t say a word to Baird Lane.
Baird Lane ignored her as well, with his full attention on the tablet, and occasionally scribbling and drawing on it with a sensor pen, not knowing what he was doing.
An hour or so later, Gates pulled up.
Christine White got out of the car, looked around from side to side, and pursed her lips.
Sure enough, where Baird Lane is taking her, is the mausoleum.
But who exactly is it that comes to the mausoleum to see?
The first thing ruled out was The Lane Family people, who had their own mausoleum and would not be buried outside.
Is it hard to believe that it’s some relative of The Lane Family?
“Ma’am!” Gates suddenly called out to Christine White.
Christine White came back with a jolt, “What’s wrong?”
“President Lane told you to hurry up and keep up.” Gates pointed ahead.
Christine White looked around and realized that Baird Lane was already inside the gates of the mausoleum.
She quickly thanked Gates, hugged the flowers tightly in her arms, and hurried after the man.
After catching up, she gasped slightly and said with some grumbling, “Why did you leave without calling me.”
“You’re the one who’s going off on a tangent.” Baird Lane returned faintly.
Christine White grunted and was about to say something.
Baird Lane stopped abruptly, “Here it is.”
“What arrived?” Christine White slammed into his back unawares.
Baird Lane stood very still, and even when she bumped him, he didn’t move a muscle, but instead, he very calmly reversed his hand behind his back and held her by the shoulder, avoiding the possibility of her being hit backward.
“She’s the one I brought you here to see.” Baird Lane looked at the headstone in front of him.
Christine White sniffs and stops rubbing her forehead, stepping out from behind him and following his gaze.
At the sight of the tentative new headstone, she was startled for a moment before she looked closely at the name on it.
“Ella Smith …” Christine White slowly read the name above, and for no apparent reason, her eyes suddenly reddened.
Baird Lane raised an eyebrow a little surprised to see her like this, “You’re crying?”
Christine White’s lips twitched, “I don’t want to cry, but I don’t know why, it’s so hard inside.”
It’s not just hard, it’s an indescribable emotion, sour, astringent, bloated …
She couldn’t help but reach out and touch the words Ella Smith on the headstone, and her hand trembled as she did so.
“I feel so close to the name Ella Smith.” Christine White closed her eyes, “Like I should know her, Baird you tell me who she is? Why did you bring me to see her? Is she related to me in some way? Or who the hell is she to me?”
She was a bit emotional and had a bit of urgency in her eyes.
Desperate to find out who this Ella Smith is.
The fact that she has such mixed emotions about this Ella Smith is enough to show that this Ella Smith is related to her, just not sure how.
“Who she is, I can’t tell you now, but she does matter to you, a very important person.” Baird Lane drew his hand back and spoke back in a faint voice.
“Very important people?” Christine White was clearly unhappy with this answer, she sank her eyes, “Baird, I remember you asking me the question of what I would do if my current family wasn’t my real family, didn’t you …”
“All right.” Baird Lane interrupted her with an aggravated tone.
Christine White’s small face stiffened, and all her words were all stuck in her throat at once.
Baird Lane knew that his attitude just now was a bit heavy, after rubbing his brow, he softened his voice, “Don’t think too much, that question was just a feeling I had, it didn’t mean anything else, as for Ella Smith, you’ll naturally know it afterward, now give her the flowers, and come visit her more often when you have the time in the future.”
“… Hmm.” Christine White tugged at the corner of her mouth and reluctantly answered, then crouched her body down and placed the flowers in her arms, gently, on the heel of the tombstone.
After putting it away, she stared at the name on the tombstone for a long time before getting back up.
“Why isn’t there a picture?” Christine White asked, looking at the headstone where a picture should have been posted.
Baird Lane spoke up, “She’s been dead for over twenty years and I don’t know if there are any pictures left.”
Maybe Leo Bort has.
But you also have to find Leo Bort to get the photo from Leo Bort.
“Twenty years?” Christine White was surprised, her mouth opening wide in disbelief, “No way, this headstone is still new.”
“She was never buried and I just had her ashes brought back from the funeral home yesterday.” Baird Lane explained simply.
Christine White covered her mouth, “How did this happen, and why were her ashes put in a funeral home?”
It’s been over twenty years …
What kind of reason would keep her from being buried!
Baird Lane lowered his eyelids, “Who knows, now we should get back.”
It’s an issue he clearly doesn’t want to talk about much.
Christine White squeezed her palms, a little reluctant in her heart, but she didn’t ask any more questions.
Because she knew that what he didn’t want to say, she wouldn’t get an answer even if she asked.
On the way back, Christine White looked out the window of the car, her mind had long since flown away, her mind was filled with the words Ella Smith, and the dark tombstone.
She had never cared so much about a stranger as she did at this very moment.
cared to, and her heart could not be calmed at all.
Then there’s Baird Lane, whose reaction to his sudden interruption just now was anticlimactic, coupled with those two previous missives she’d received, could …
Christine White’s heart skipped a beat, forcing down the speculation inside that she couldn’t believe, and biting her lower lip dead center.
It seemed necessary to make a trip back to The White Family to test Mom and Dad.
Christine White’s contemplative look was all seen by Baird Lane, and as if reading her mind, he suddenly spoke in a deep voice, “From now on, over there at The White Family, you shouldn’t go back, and you shouldn’t get in touch with them anymore.”
Christine White pushed her inner thoughts down for the moment and turned her gaze from the car window to him, “Why?”
If she doesn’t go back, then how else is she going to ask?
“There’s no reason, The Lane Family has been targeted by enemies for a while now, and you don’t want The White Family to be targeted as well, so do what I say.” Baird Lane replied back with a random excuse.
Christine White didn’t know that Baird Lane had gotten the message and simply took him at his word, and discreetly nodded her head, “Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.”
Once The Lane Family feud is settled, she should be fine to go back.
“Just remember that, and …” Baird Lane was about to say something when the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
He frowned and took his cell phone out with some displeasure, scanning the caller ID before picking up the phone, “What is it?”