Baird Lane was slightly startled, then his brow furrowed, “Molly Bort went to a sanitarium?”
“Yeah.”
“When did this happen?” Baird Lane pursed his thin lips.
“It’s just noon.” Christine White replied.
Baird Lane clenched the teacup in his hand, “What did she tell Grandpa?”
“That, you’ll have to ask Grandpa yourself, but she cursed him when we met.” Christine White told the conversation she had with Molly Bort at the time almost word for word.
Baird Lane’s face grimaced horribly when he heard this, and the hand that was squeezing the teacup gave a direct push and heaved the teacup toward the coffee table.
With a thud.
The teacup was not placed firmly and knocked over on top, the tea water flowed all over the place, and his hand, too, was scalded red by the hot tea.
Christine White’s face got anxious and she hurriedly removed Baird Lane’s hand from the coffee table, “What are you doing? Getting burned and putting your hand on it.”
Baird Lane clenched his fists and said nothing.
Christine White gave him a no-nonsense glare before calling out, “Aunt Lucy.”
“Ma’am?” Aunt Lucy came out of the kitchen.
Christine White instructed, “Help with the medical kit, Baird’s hand is burned.”
“What? Mister got burned?” Aunt Lucy exclaimed.
Christine White hmmm’d.
Aunt Lucy nodded, “I know, I’ll be right there.”
After saying that, he hurriedly returned to the kitchen and went to look for the medical kit.
Soon the medical kit arrives and Christine White pulls the burn patch from it and puts it on Baird Lane.
Baird Lane looked at the burn patch on the back of his hand, his eyes softening for a moment before quickly turning back to ice.
He pulled his hand back from Christine White and took out his cell phone and dialed Faubert’s number to ask him about the day’s events.
Fubar didn’t hide anything from him, and the specifics were told to him, and together with what Christine White had just said, the combination of the two created a monstrous rage within Baird Lane.
“Molly Bort! How dare she!” Baird Lane’s cheeks clenched tightly, and his eyes were frosty.
Christine White gave him a look, “Isn’t all this, the result of your indulgence?”
Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “Indulgence?”
“Yes, you know that The Bort Family is now enemies with The Lane Family and you let Molly Bort go unchecked, if you ask me, just arrest her and lock her up somewhere so she can’t get into trouble and Leo Bort might even show up to save her.” Christine White said lightly.
Baird Lane hadn’t expected to hear such words from her, but had to admit that she was telling the truth.
If, from the beginning, Molly Bort had been put under control, Molly Bort would not have had the opportunity to go to the nursing home today to piss off her grandfather, much less say something about wanting her grandfather to die.
“I see, I’ll consider your offer.” Baird Lane held down his brow.
Christine White sighed, “Why think about it, why not just implement it? Baird, what exactly are your other concerns about Molly Bort?”
Baird Lane hung his eyes.
Christine White was tired in her heart, she stood up and looked at him with complicated eyes, “Again, every time there is something, you are not willing to say it, is it so important to hide it? I am your wife, I deserve to share everything for you, but what about you, you isolate me from your world every time, is that fair to me?”
Baird Lane’s eyes flashed, and he still didn’t speak.
Christine White, seeing this, swept a look of disappointment at him under her eyes, and lifted her foot to go upstairs.
At that moment, however, Baird Lane suddenly took her by the hand and pulled her back to the couch, “Molly Bort once indirectly saved my mom.”
“What?” Christine White froze, “Saved … Saved … Mom?”
It was an incredibly roundabout and awkward cry for her mom.
After all, she married into The Lane Family, never had a mother-in-law, and never called Baird Lane’s mother mother.
That’s why it’s shouting like this at the moment.
Baird Lane took one look at Christine White and withdrew his gaze without much reaction to her cry of mom, “Yes, that was a long time ago, my mom was still alive at that time, she was very irritated because of Nigel, her heart wasn’t very good and she almost collapsed outside one day, it was Molly Bort who found it and informed us.”
“So that’s why you’ve never really been right about Molly Bort…”
Baird Lane nodded.
Christine White snorted, “I thought what was the reason, so this is it, then do you need to hide it for so long and not say anything? What’s more, even if she saved mom’s life, but it’s been so many years, you’ve already paid back this favor, three or four years ago when she abandoned you, you don’t owe her anymore do you understand?”
Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, “Maybe I drilled it.”
“Grandpa was so right.” Christine White poured herself a glass of water.
Baird Lane looked at her, “What did Grandpa say?”
“Grandpa says you’re stubborn and don’t know how to change.” Christine White returned.
Baird Lane frowned.
He didn’t suspect that she was lying to him to the extent that he did.
He was just surprised that his grandfather was actually judging him that way.
Maybe Grandpa was right and he did have some character flaws.
“I’ll have Gates carry out the offer you just made.” Baird Lane finally relented.
“You …” Christine White was surprised he’d figured it out so quickly.
“What’s wrong with me?” Baird Lane’s eyelids lifted.
Christine White shook her head, “It’s fine.”
She was just happy that he had figured it out.
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane lifted his chin slightly, “I’m going to call from the study.”
The words fell from his lips, and he rose and went upstairs.
Christine White picked up the remote control on the side and turned the TV on, watching it in a good mood and letting out a few laughs every now and then.
“Ma’am, what makes you so happy?” Aunt Lucy came out from the kitchen with a cup of hot milk and couldn’t help but ask as she watched Christine White’s eyes curve with laughter.
Christine White pointed to the TV, “This is pretty good.”
Aunt Lucy looked around and looked a little subtle, “Does it look good?”
It’s not just a dog and pony show.
Mrs. never used to watch this kind of TV.
“Hmm.” Christine White nodded, “Not a bad plot, I guess, the second female in this is just like Molly Bort, and it makes me very happy to see her finally get her comeuppance.”
Aunt Lucy cried and laughed, “So that’s how it is, then ma’am you take your time to read it, I’ll bring some tea up for mister.”
“I’ll do it.” Christine White volunteered to take over the chore.
Aunt Lucy didn’t object and gave her the tray directly.
Christine White carried the tray up the stairs and had just reached the door to Baird Lane’s study when she heard it crackle inside.
What’s the situation?
Christine White’s small face was stunned, then she placed the tray on the floor and raised her hand to knock on the door, “Baird, what’s wrong with you?”
Baird Lane did not respond.
Christine White was worried in her heart and didn’t care if he agreed or not, she directly screwed the door open and went in.
When you enter, you see the lonely back of Baird Lane standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, smoking a cigarette.
This back, looking at the tip of Christine White’s nose was inexplicably sour, and her footsteps subconsciously slowed down.
She gently walked up behind him and wrapped him in a hug from behind and buried her face in his toned back, “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Baird Lane knew she was coming but didn’t turn around, his dark gaze imploring as he looked out the floor-to-ceiling window at the dim streetlight, “Molly Bort ran away.”
“What?” Christine White looked up, shock written in her eyes, “She ran away?”
Baird Lane hmmm’d, “I had Gates send someone over just now to take her to one of my apartments to lock her up, but when I got there I found out that Molly Bort had moved out this afternoon.”
“How come?” Christine White shuddered slightly.
Moved out in the afternoon.
Did Molly Bort have prophetic powers? Knowing that at night Baird Lane would send for her?
How is this possible!