Christine White paused in her hands and thoughtfully replied, “It should all be fine.”
“Should?” Baird Lane squinted at her.
Christine White rubbed the back of her neck a bit sardonically, “Well, I haven’t visited the hotel side in the past two days, it’s all been arranged by the staff over there, they did call once yesterday to say that the setup was almost done, I won’t know until I go there tomorrow, specifically.”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nodded slightly, “Call me when you’re there tomorrow if you have no problems and I’ll send out invitations.”
“Good.” Christine White answered.
At that moment, the doorbell in the foyer rang.
Christine White put the camera down in her hand and got up, ready to go over to the door.
She hadn’t gotten off the couch, though, when she saw Aunt Lucy wipe her hands and run out of the kitchen and precede her to the foyer.
There was no choice but for Christine White to sit back down again, but her gaze, however, was fixed in the direction of the foyer.
It was so late and she wondered who was coming over.
“Sir, ma’am, Assistant Gates is here.” Aunt Lucy reported back from opening the door with Gates behind her.
Gates nodded slightly at Baird Lane and Christine White, “President Lane, ma’am.”
Baird Lane hmmmed in response.
Christine White returned the smile politely, “Assistant Gates, what brings you here so late?”
“It’s a bit of a thing.” Gates returned vaguely, his eyes flickering toward Baird Lane.
Baird Lane knew what he’d come over for and lifted his chin slightly, “It’s okay, go ahead.”
“Yes.” Gates led the way, then pulled a pink cell phone out of the briefcase he was carrying.
Christine White couldn’t help but let out a gasp of surprise as soon as she saw the phone, “Isn’t that Molly Bort’s?”
“Yes.” Gates responded, “That’s what President Lane told me to come over this afternoon and take away to unlock.”
“So that’s it.” Christine White gave a dawning oh.
Baird Lane picked the phone up and gave it a little glance before dropping it on the coffee table, “Any messages in there?”
“Unfortunately, this cell phone is clean and doesn’t have any usable messages.” Gates replied shaking his head.
Baird Lane wrinkled his nose, “Not at all?”
Christine White also looked at Gates with some reluctance.
This cell phone, which she had spent so much effort to get, turned out to tell her that there were no usable clues, how could she accept it.
“Not at all.” Again Gates replied affirmatively, “If there had to be, it would be some ambiguous messages from Ms. Molly Bort to Toby Dean.”
Baird Lane’s handsome face sank, “That’s the sort of thing you can do without.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Gates responded evenly.
Christine White couldn’t hold back her giggles at the sight.
Baird Lane looks at her, “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing nothing.” She waved her hand, not wanting to admit that she was amused by him and Gates.
Baird Lane pulled his gaze back from Christine White, “Since there’s nothing informative, you’ll have someone return the phone to her.”
“Yes.” Gates nodded.
“Also.” Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, “Take this information away and check these lots properly for any problems.”
He picked up the folder on the coffee table and handed it to Gates.
Gates took it and flipped it over and looked at it, “President Lane do you think there is something wrong with these lots?”
Christine White also looked curiously at Baird Lane.
Baird Lane’s narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, “Whether or not there is anything wrong with the land is unclear at the moment, but The Lane Family is currently in an eventful time, and I don’t want to see anything happen to The Lane Family again, so just in case, everything needs to be taken care of, lest someone does something again. ”
“I understand, I’ll take care of it.” Gates responded with a serious face.
Baird Lane nodded slightly, “There’s nothing more to do, you can go back.”
“Yes.” Gates put the folder in his briefcase, then picked up his cell phone from the coffee table and turned to leave.
Christine White pouted a little sullenly as she saw his figure disappear into the foyer, “I had a hard time getting a cell phone that didn’t work at all, it was such a wasted effort.”
“It’s not without a little use.” Baird Lane casually took a financial magazine off to the side and flipped it open, picking up the conversation lightly.
Christine White’s eyes lit up and she looked at him hopefully, “What’s it for?”
The corner of Baird Lane’s mouth quirked, “At least we know that Leo Bort is really not contacting her.”
“Uh …” The corner of Christine White’s mouth twitched, “Are you kidding me, what’s the difference between saying it and not saying it? I didn’t take her cell phone just to find out what happened to Leo Bort and the old man.”
“I know, so there’s no need for you to be disappointed, I’ll find it someday, come on, it’s getting late, let’s eat.” Baird Lane closed his magazine and stood up, heading towards the dining room.
Christine White sighed somewhat helplessly and shook her head, pushing down the pent-up frustration in her heart and getting up to follow her as well.
After the meal, Baird Lane went back to his study to work on things.
Instead of rushing upstairs, Christine White watched a bit of TV in the living room and finished the last bit of scarf knitting before heading back to her room to wash up and rest.
The next day, Baird Lane still left the house early, and I heard from Aunt Lucy that he didn’t even eat breakfast before taking a phone call and leaving.
It seemed like the call was from the old man, just not sure what it was about.
“Ma’am, are you going out too?” Aunt Lucy watched Christine White come down from upstairs with her bag in her hand and hurriedly put down the rag in her hand to inquire.
Christine White replied with a slight smile, “Yeah, I have to make a trip to the hospital, today’s the date for my plates to be removed yet.”
“So soon?” Aunt Lucy was slightly surprised, her eyes glancing at her ribs for a few moments, “Ma’am, have your ribs grown?”
“I don’t know, but as long as you don’t deliberately press on it, you won’t feel any pain.” Christine White said as she touched her ribs.
Aunt Lucy mused for a few seconds, “Then I’ll accompany you ma’am.”
With that, she had taken off the apron she was wearing.
Seeing this, Christine White didn’t refuse and agreed with a smile.
Two hours later, the hospital arrived.
Christine White and Aunt Lucy went straight to the Surgery Department, ready to see Ives Norton, as he had done the operation then, and naturally he would be the one to remove the plates now.
Sadly, however, he is still abroad and has not returned.
So Christine White’s plate removal surgery was also transferred from Ives Norton to another surgeon.
It was most of the day after removing the outer steel plate.
Christine White covered her ribs and came out of the surgery room pale.
Aunt Lucy was so distressed to see her so weak that she helped her to sit down on the porch at the heel of a cool chair.
“Ma’am, is everything okay?” Aunt Lucy asked with concern.
Christine White shook her head somewhat feebly, “It’s fine, it just hurts a bit when removing the steel plate, it should be fine after a short reprieve.”
“Then rest for a while, we’ll go back when it doesn’t hurt.” Aunt Lucy took out a bottle of pure water from her bag and unscrewed it, handing it to her.
Christine White took a small sip of the water before closing her eyes and leaning on Aunt Lucy’s shoulder for a nap, she waited until the pain in her ribs wasn’t as bad before she opened her eyes and lifted her head up, “Aunt Lucy, I’m better, come on let’s go to the hospital wing.”
“What’s the point of going to the hospitalization unit?” Aunt Lucy still held her without letting go.
Christine White smiles and explains, “Going to see the parents of a good friend of mine.”
“That’s the good friend you told me about earlier, ma’am?” Aunt Lucy wondered.
Christine White hmmmed softly, “It’s her.”
As we speak, the hospitalization unit arrives.
Christine White stood in front of a hospital room door and knocked.
The door quickly opened and Debby York poked her head out of it, a flash of surprise in her eyes when she saw Christine White, “Christine?”