Christine White’s heart was also vaguely worried, “I don’t know, I’m just guessing, it doesn’t necessarily mean there’s a conspiracy.”
“That’s true, but what if it’s true?” Aunt Lucy was still unsure.
Christine White was silent for two seconds, “If that’s true, then …”
“Well, let’s hurry up and tell that to the gentleman, so he can look into it again to see if there’s a conspiracy, and if there isn’t buy the land again.” Aunt Lucy suggested.
Christine White tugged at the corner of her lips, “It’s better not to bother him, there’s no reason why he can’t think of the key that I can think of, so I think, he definitely has plans in his mind, not to mention that there are only two people in this so-called bidding, him and Hugh Dong, maybe the person who buys the land in the end isn’t him.”
“This … That’s fine.” Aunt Lucy listened to her and nodded slightly.
Christine White picked up her chopsticks and resumed eating, but after all that had happened, she had very little appetite left, and only finished her bowl before lifting the thermos for her old man and hurrying out the door to set off for the sanatorium.
When she arrived, Christine White could see that the old man’s face was not right, and he seemed to have just lost his temper.
“Young Granny, you’re here.” Fu Bo took the thermos bucket in her hand and greeted her with a smile.
Christine White returned the smile, then nudged toward the old man, “What’s wrong with Grandpa?”
“His Lordship just met with a nasty person.” Fu Bo returned.
Christine White blinked curiously, “Nasty people?”
“Yeah.” Fubuki nodded.
Christine White asked again, “Who is it?”
Fubar was a little hesitant to tell her, when the old man suddenly spoke up, “It’s The Bort Family that woman.”
“The Bort Family ? Molly Bort!” said Christine White, her eyes wide with shock.
The old man hmmm’d, “Not bad.”
Christine White was dismayed, “How did she get here?”
“Who knows, the beautiful name is to visit me, but in reality, it is to see when I will die, it really pisses me off.” The old man hammered the head of the bed in anger.
Christine White was worried that he would be angry for good or bad, she quickly smiled and skirted the topic, “Alright grandpa, since it’s a nuisance, let’s not talk about her, I’ve brought you chicken soup, have some.”
“Good.” When the old man heard that it was chicken soup, his eyes couldn’t help but light up, looking expectantly at Christine White’s action of serving the soup, “It’s still Christine who’s filial, unlike that Baird kid, who had to make my old man eat light and eat his mouth out.”
“Baird is also worried about your health, Grandpa.” Christine White smiled before handing the soup to the old man.
The old man was quiet for several seconds before he took it, slowly scooping the soup with his spoon, his movements looking completely slower than usual by several times.
At the sight of this, Christine White’s nose flared a little, and she raised her head slightly to look at the ceiling to keep from losing her composure.
But her movements were all seen by Uncle Fu as much as she could, and she nodded with relief, “Young Grandmother, in the future you will often come over to take care of Master, so come out with me to learn about the various sections of the sanatorium, lest you can’t find out where to go in the future if something goes wrong.”
“Okay.” Christine White answered, then greeted the old man and followed Fubuki out.
As the two walked down the hallway, Christine White craned her head to look at the old man beside her, “Uncle Foo, you’re expending me on purpose, aren’t you?”
Fubo laughed softly, “Young Granny is very smart.”
Christine White’s little face blushed at the compliment, “No, it’s not, it’s such an obvious hint, I’m sure grandpa heard it too.”
“Yes, I did call out to you, Young Grandmother, on purpose, mainly to ask you if something happened yesterday?” Fu Bo looked at her.
Christine White’s eyes flickered for a moment, a little hesitant to tell him everything about yesterday.
Seeing her tangle, Uncle Fu smiled and added, “Today Molly Bort came over and said something plausible to the old master, saying that the young master is going to marry her in order to find out The Lane Family’s enemies.”
“She really said that?” Christine White jerked to a halt.
Forbo nodded, “That’s right, that’s why I asked ma’am if something happened to you yesterday, because Molly Bort said that she went to the young master yesterday to talk about it, and the young master had agreed.”
“It’s not what was agreed to, it’s not like that at all.” Christine White didn’t hide it anymore, and told as much as she could about what happened yesterday.
After Fu Bo heard this, a cold aura penetrated his eyes, “So that’s how it is, this woman is also too shameless.”
Christine White mentally seconded that.
Fubuki rubbed her hair, “I’m so sorry Young Grandmother, marrying into The Lane Family has caused you so much aggravation.”
“I’m fine, that is, when I didn’t understand the situation yesterday, I was a bit uncomfortable in my heart, but after I resolved the misunderstanding with Baird, I’m naturally fine.” Christine White spat out her tongue and said back carelessly.
Uncle Fu lowered his hand, “That being said, but there is something wrong with young master’s approach, it’s fortunate that he didn’t agree to it, or else master must have rewarded him with a few more lashes.”
Christine White sniffed, her mind couldn’t help but think of Baird Lane’s skinned face at that moment, and she couldn’t help but shiver, “Baird won’t, I believe him, but Grandpa …”
“Neither will His Lordship.” Fu Bo said, “That woman over just now, is what Master ordered to throw out of the sanatorium, and Master is not the kind of person who would falsely defect in order to find out The Lane Family’s enemies, Master has been open and honest all his life.”
Hearing this, Christine White rubbed her nose a little embarrassed at her own carelessness.
Fubuki didn’t blame her, he knew she was like that because she was insecure.
“Alright young granny, let’s not talk about that, let’s go, I’ll take you to meet the master’s doctor.” Fu Bo made a gesture of invitation.
Christine White heaved her head and followed him toward the doctor’s office.
After seeing the doctor and returning to the old man’s ward, the old man had finished his soup.
Christine White packed the thermos away when she saw the old man point to the newspaper at the foot of the bed.
Christine White smiled knowingly, picked up the paper and began to read.
By the time she had finished reading this paper, the old man was asleep.
“Fubo.” Christine White put the newspaper down and called out to Uncle Foo in a low voice, “It’s getting late, I’m going to head back and see Grandpa tomorrow.”
Uncle Fu nodded, “Go, be careful on the road.”
Christine White hmmm’d, grabbed her bag off to the side, got up and walked out of the hospital room.
When she got out, she took the elevator directly to the parking lot to find Uncle Luise.
Instead of finding Uncle Luise, she ended up being called, “Christine White!”
This sound …
Christine White stopped and narrowed her eyes, then slowly turned around, “It’s you?”
She didn’t sound a bit surprised.
Molly Bort stood with her arms wrapped around her a few meters across from Christine White, “It’s me, surprised to see me?”
Christine White snorted, “An accident? Well, it was quite a surprise, by the looks of you, you seem to be waiting here specifically for me?”
“Nice!” Molly Bort lifted her chin, “This is where I’m waiting for you.”
“Then you’re pretty patient to wait this long.” Christine White rolled her eyes.
I suppose Molly Bort had been waiting for her the moment she was thrown out by her grandfather and happened to see her coming.
“Patience is not an option, and you’re not going to ask me why I’m waiting for you?” Molly Bort hooked her lips.
Christine White yawned in boredom, “Not interested.”
“You!” Molly Bort gagged at her words.
How could she not have expected such a response from the woman?
“What’s wrong with me? If there’s nothing else for you to do, I’ll be on my way.” Christine White didn’t bother to look at her and made a move to hang up and leave.
Molly Bort stomped her foot, “You’re not allowed to leave!”
“What the hell do you want?” Christine White frowned, her brow growing vaguely impatient.