All of her worry was seen by Baird Lane and could not be faked.
Baird Lane was still suspecting that she had poisoned his grandfather, but now that he saw her looking at him like that, his deep inner conviction suddenly wavered a bit as well.
The biggest reason why he thinks she poisoned it is that she brought the pig’s foot soup with her own hands, without pretending to be someone else, and since no one else touched the pig’s foot soup, the person who poisoned it, and had the opportunity to do so, was only her and Aunt Lucy, the one who made the soup.
But Aunt Lucy could never have done this after being in The Lane Family for over twenty years, so he can only assume she did it.
But now, he was beginning to be unsure, too!
“Baird, say something!” Christine White saw that Baird Lane was hesitant to speak, and her whole body became anxious.
She was really worried about the old man!
Baird Lane gazed deeply at Christine White, his thin lips moved slightly and he was about to open his mouth to reply when he saw Aunt Lucy suddenly tapped her head, “I remember.”
“What comes to mind?” Baird Lane looked at her along with Christine White.
Aunt Lucy took Christine White’s hand, “Of course it’s what you just said sir, you uttered that the pig’s foot soup hadn’t been faked by anyone other than your wife, but it wasn’t, one might have touched it.
“Who?” Christine White’s heart thumped with a bad feeling.
Baird Lane’s narrow eyes narrowed dangerously when he sensed something strange about her.
Aunt Lucy was silent for a few seconds and slowly spat out, “It’s Miss Debby York.”
“That’s impossible!” Christine White vetoed loudly.
Aunt Lucy looked at her, “Ma’am, there’s nothing impossible about it, I would never harm His Lordship, and neither would you, so that leaves her, and don’t forget, Miss Debby York was there when I gave you the thermos, Ma’am, and all she had to do was to sidetrack you, and she had a chance to drug you.”
“Branch off?” Christine White whispered these two words, suddenly thought of something, her pupils suddenly shrunk to the size of pinpoints, and the blood color on her face even faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
She remembered that Debby York did stump her for a moment, the time she asked her to pour another glass of honey water.
By the time she poured the honey water out, Debby York excused herself and left, not drinking the honey water at all.
And Debby York had left in such a hurry that she had laughed at the time at how Debby York had come out of the fallout, and now it seemed that it was a fallout.
“How did this happen …” Christine White swayed, staggered two steps from the big blow, and eventually fell back on her butt, her whole body frozen.
Baird Lane also understands everything from her conversation with Aunt Lucy, which is that she didn’t put the sodium nitrite down, but her friend Debby York did.
“Christine White, you’d better give me an explanation as to why your friend went after Grandpa, and if your explanation doesn’t satisfy me, I won’t let you guys off the hook.” Baird Lane slightly lowered his head and looked down at Christine White with a thin, cold light in his eyes.
Even if the poison wasn’t from her, it was still because of her.
He’d still take it out on her.
He couldn’t forget the EKG image of his grandfather’s near-catastrophe when he felt the nursing home!
Christine White ignored his words, with only Debby York on her mind.
She finally realized why Debby York had returned that sorry missive then.
To say I’m sorry because I drugged the old man.
The scary thing is, of course, she actually hasn’t figured it out at all, and if she had, Grandpa wouldn’t have …
“No, I’m going to find her, I’m going to find her and ask her why she did this, why she did this to me!” With tears of sadness in her eyes, Christine White got up from the floor and stumbled towards the door.
“Ma’am, ma’am!” Aunt Lucy worriedly shouted twice at her back.
Christine White heard but did not respond, changed her shoes and stormed out the door.
Aunt Lucy was anxious, “Mr. …”
“Let her go!” Baird Lane returned coldly, “I must have an account of this matter.”
“But …”
“Okay, you need to stop talking, pack your things and go to the nursing home.” Baird Lane raised his hand to interrupt her.
Aunt Lucy had no choice but to swallow back her unfinished words, but then looked uneasily in the direction Christine White had left.
Outside the villa area, Christine White didn’t stop the car and hurried toward the station.
Since she only had one thought in her head at the moment, and that was to find Debby York, she didn’t really look at the road when she crossed the street and almost got hit by a car.
It was good that the driver of the car braked in time, otherwise she would have collapsed in a pool of blood at this moment.
The driver rolled down the window and cursed lowly at the bewildered Christine White, “If you want to die, go buy a bottle of pills to kill yourself, don’t come out on the main road to wreak havoc on others!”
Christine White reacted to what she had just done and hurriedly apologized to the driver, “I’m sorry I’m sorry I didn’t mean it.”
She apologized so sincerely that the driver couldn’t afford to scold her any further, and with only a cut, he rolled up the window and left.
Christine White, relieved, started looking left and right to see if any empty cabs had passed by.
But after looking around for a while, all the cabs that drove past were occupied, and she couldn’t stop them, so her whole body was anxious.
Just then, a black business car drove up and stopped in front of her.
The window rolled down and a familiar handsome face was introduced to Christine White’s eyes.
Christine White looked at him and uttered in surprise, “Mr. Toki?”
“What are you doing here?” Bess Camp asked curiously.
Christine White tightened her grip, “I … I’m waiting for a ride, but I can’t wait.”
“Why don’t you let a chauffeur take you, Mr. Lane didn’t provide you with one?” Bess Camp frowned.
Christine White shook her head, “No, I have a driver, but I was in such a hurry to find someone that I forgot to ask my driver to pick me up, so …”
“So it is.” Bess Camp laughed softly, “Where are you going, I’ll give you a ride.”
“Is this good? Won’t it hold you up?” Christine White asked.
Bess Camp looked at her watch, “I have two hours to spare, no delay, get in the car.”
“Thanks.” Christine White smiled gratefully, pulled open the door and got in.
“Where to?” Bess Camp inquired softly as she started the car.
Christine White strapped on her seatbelt and said, “Go to Station West …”
At this point, she suddenly came to an abrupt halt.
Bess Camp glanced at her in the afterglow, “Standing West what?”
Christine White bites her lip, “I’m sorry, it just occurred to me that the person I’m looking for, has moved.”
Bess Camp sniffed and the corners of her mouth twitched in a slightly inaccessible way, “So that means you don’t know where to look for someone, huh?”
Christine White nodded awkwardly, “I’m sorry I’m bothering you, why don’t you just park out front and I’ll figure it out.”
“No, what’s the name of the person you’re looking for, I’ll help you.” Bess Camp offered to speak.
Christine White looked at him in surprise, “Really? You can really help me?”
“I have connections over at the police station, so as long as it’s not someone with a special status, an ordinary person should be able to find it.” Bess Camp said lightly.
But the words fell on Christine White’s ears as if they were heavenly music.
She clasped her hands tightly, her whole body thrilled, “Thank you, thank you so much, you are truly my savior.”
Bess Camp laughed softly, “Since you thanked me, accompany me on a trip out of the country next month.”
“Hey?” Christine White froze, “Accompany you abroad?”
“Yes, as I said before, you look a lot like my sister, and it just so happens that my grandmother’s birthday is next month, and I wanted to make her old man happy.” Bess Camp explained.
Christine White was a little embarrassed, “Is that good?”