Christine White pointed to the ward behind her.
Aunt Lucy looked around and saw the two figures inside through the glass on the door, and instantly understood what was going on and stopped asking questions, “In that case, I’ll wait before I go in too.”
As the words left her mouth, she put down the few bags she was holding and stood side by side with Christine White.
Christine White glanced toward her feet, “These are …”
“It’s His Lordship’s household goods, the chauffeur from the old mansion just brought them over and I went out to get them.” Aunt Lucy explained with a smile.
Christine White nodded indistinctly and stopped talking.
After a while, she suddenly covered her face and then became very emotional, “Aunt Lucy, I suddenly feel that life is really so fragile.”
“Eh?” Aunt Lucy was flabbergasted, “Why is ma’am talking about this all of a sudden?”
“Because of Grandpa.” Christine White sighed, “Two months ago, grandpa’s body was still hard, I didn’t expect that now he suddenly collapsed, on top of that, just now Baird went to the doctor to find out about grandpa’s condition, and came back a little bit not quite in the right mood, so I’m a little worried …”
Hearing this, Aunt Lucy’s mood also followed a lot of heavy, “Mistress you are worried that the old master he may not live …”
“Aunt Lucy,” Christine White interrupted her sternly.
Aunt Lucy reacted to the fact that she had said something she shouldn’t have and gently smacked herself in the mouth, “I’m sorry ma’am, my mouth was too fast, I didn’t mean it.”
“I know, but in words like that, just know it in your heart and don’t say it out loud.” Christine White admonished.
In fact, what Aunt Lucy had just said was what she was worried about in her heart.
For she remembered that Baird Lane had said before that the old man might be just a few years away.
But now that the old man had suddenly collapsed, she feared that he might not be able to endure even a few years.
Just as she was thinking worriedly, Christine White heard the sudden sound of a door opening behind her.
She hastily gathered her thoughts and twisted her head around to see Baird Lane coming out of the old man’s hospital room with a sullen look on his face.
“Baird, done talking?” Christine White stepped forward and grabbed the man’s arm.
The man gave her a look, “Stay here with Grandpa.”
“What about you?” Christine White asked.
Baird Lane lifted his wrist and looked at his watch, “I just got a call from Gates, I need to get back to the office.”
“Okay, I know, so go ahead and drive slow on the way.” Christine White released her hand from his arm.
Baird Lane hmms softly and lifts his foot to leave.
Aunt Lucy re-lifted the large bag on the floor and couldn’t help but let out a laugh when she saw Christine White still looking fondly in the direction Baird Lane had left, “What are you looking at, ma’am?”
Christine White withdrew her eyes and shook her head, “No, let’s go inside.”
With that said, she volunteered to bend down and help Aunt Lucy share the two bags.
In the hospital room, the old man was lying drowsily on the hospital bed, and when he saw the two men come in, he smiled and waved, “Christine come over here.”
Christine White obediently walked over and reached out to take the old man’s hand in hers, “Grandpa.”
“Sit down.” The old man pointed with his other hand to the chair next to the bed.
Christine White inclined her head to look at it and hooked her foot over the chair and sat down.
The old man picked up another newspaper from the bed and handed it to her, “Read the paper to grandpa.”
“Good.” Christine White agreed briskly, then took the paper and read from the beginning.
In order to ensure that the old man could understand, she deliberately read very slowly, and even in terms of biting her words, she also made some adjustments specifically.
The old man closed his eyes up, a faint pleasure on his old face, and it was clear at a glance that he was satisfied with what he heard.
Aunt Lucy, who was packing up her daily necessities on the side, couldn’t help but smile a little when she saw this scene.
I don’t know how much longer it took for a newspaper to be read, but Christine White gently closed it up and probed the old man in the hospital bed.
The old man seemed to be asleep, motionless, just breathing a little heavily.
Christine White tucked the old man in, then lowered her voice toward the corner of the hospital room and called out, “Aunt Lucy!”
Aunt Lucy heard her and looked up at her.
She pointed to the door of the room and then to the old man.
Aunt Lucy nodded understandingly and got up to join her toward the door.
As a result, the two had just reached the door of the hospital room, and before Christine White had a chance to open the door, there was a knock at the door.
The old man opened his eyes, “Christine, who’s here?”
Christine White flinched and immediately looked back, “You weren’t asleep, Grandpa?”
The old man laughed, “People are old, shallow sleepers, and wake up at the slightest breeze.”
“I see.” Christine White rubbed the tip of her nose in embarrassment, “I thought you were completely asleep, Grandpa, and was getting ready to go out with Aunt Lucy.”
“No, can’t make any noise.” The old man braced himself to sit up.
Aunt Lucy saw this and rushed over to help him put a pillow on his back.
The old man leaned back on his pillow and hummed comfortably, “Alright Little Song, go open the door.”
“Yes milord.” Aunt Lucy nodded and went over to open the door.
Furber came in from outside with a document, followed by a young man.
Christine White curiously surveyed the other side, the man was dressed in a suit, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a briefcase on his shoulder, this dress and his unsmiling appearance, either a company executive or a lawyer, it can not be sales.
“Master, I’ve gotten the things you asked me to prepare.” Fu Bo raised the document in his hand and walked over to the old master’s hospital bedside.
The old man hmmm’d, “You’re just in time.”
Christine White listened to their conversation and knew they had something to talk about, so she offered her farewell, “Grandpa, then Aunt Lucy and I will go out first.”
“Christine you stay.” The old man called out to her.
Christine White paused in confusion, “Grandpa?”
“You stay, Young Granny, because what we’re going to talk about next has to do with you.” Fubo explained with a smile.
Christine White was staggered, “Something to do with me?”
Fubuki nodded.
“I know.” Christine White pulled her mouth into a small smile, taking back one of the steps she’d taken with a rather unsettled inner voice.
What the hell are they going to talk about regarding her?
And call the lawyers.
Aunt Lucy went out and the door to the hospital room reclosed.
Sr. greeted Christine White to the heel.
After Christine White had passed, the old man asked her, “What did Old Fuzzy tell you before about my physical condition?”
“Fubar says there’s nothing wrong with you physically.” Christine White glanced at Uncle Foo and returned truthfully.
Fu Bo lightly coughed twice, “Young granny, I said that at the time to keep you and young master from worrying too much, in fact, the old master’s body …”
At that, he suddenly clenched his fists and his expression became implacable.
“Lao Fu!” The old man called out to him.
Uncle Fu took a deep breath and calmed down, “I’m sorry Young Grandmother, I just lost my temper a bit.”
“Never mind.” Christine White shook her head to show that she didn’t care, but then bit her lip and asked, “Grandpa’s health, how is it, really?”
Uncle Fu looked toward the old man, who gave a slight hmmm.
Uncle Fu said sorrowfully, “The doctor said that Master’s body has run out of light.”
Christine White’s mind went blank and she felt like the whole world was spinning around.
Sure enough, her suspicions outside the hospital room were true.
Otherwise Baird Lane wouldn’t have had that look on his face when he came back from asking the doctor.
“Grandpa …” Christine White’s eyes instantly reddened.
The old man looked at her in amusement, “What are you crying about?”
“I …” she lowered her head.
The old master patted the back of her hand, “Alright girl, you know about grandpa’s situation, he won’t live much longer, so grandpa wants you to promise one thing.”
“Yes?” Christine White looked up tearfully.