Christine White didn’t answer.
The old man glared at Baird Lane, “I told you before, don’t be so impulsive and stubborn in doing things, you didn’t listen, you didn’t think Christine poisoned you, you went back and beat Christine, beat your wife, you’re really out of your league!”
Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, “I know it’s wrong.”
“Hmph, what the hell do you know, if you knew, you wouldn’t think Christine did it, as a husband, if you don’t trust your own wife, who else would you trust?” The old man pointed at him and lectured, “Just believe what you think, I’ll see that sooner or later, you’ll have to pay for your arrogance.”
Baird Lane’s eyes twinkled for a moment, and he didn’t say anything more.
The old master retracted his gaze with a look of disgust, “I really don’t know who you resemble with this temper, and you need me as an old man to worry about it, really.”
Baird Lane just pretends he didn’t hear it and pushes his face aside.
When the old man saw him like this, he was furious, “Girl.”
He called out to Christine White.
Christine White hastened to respond, “Grandpa?”
“Has he apologized to you yet?” The old man nudged in the direction of Baird Lane.
Christine White looks over at Baird Lane, just as Baird Lane is looking over at the moment.
She coldly met his dark pupils and shuddered inwardly as she nodded back, “Daw.”
“Really?” The old man narrowed his eyes, a little disbelieving.
Christine White recalled Baird Lane’s apologetic tone at the time and confirmed with a hmm, “Really apologized.”
“Yes?” The old man was still a little skeptical, and finally he beckoned toward Baird Lane, “Come here.”
Baird Lane had something in his mind, but walked on.
The old man pointed at Christine White, “You, apologize to Christine anew, this time the old man wants to hear it himself.”
Baird Lane didn’t expect the old man to ask him to come over and actually do this, and for a moment, his face looked a little bad.
Christine White sensed it and quickly waved her hand, “Grandpa, let’s just forget it, how he’s already said his piece.”
“That won’t do, I know what this bastard kid is, valuing his self-respect more than anything else, even if he apologizes, it must be insincere, so hurry up, what are you still standing there for, apologize, you want to be angry with the old man me?” The old man blew his beard and eyes towards Baird Lane to yell.
Baird Lane That he had no choice but to say sorry to Christine White.
Christine White rushed back with an okay.
Seeing this, the old man was finally satisfied and stroked his beard and laughed lightly, “That’s right, alright, you guys go back, old man I should rest.”
He gave his expulsion order.
Christine White tucked him in, “Then rest well Grandpa, we’ll come back to see you tomorrow.”
“Go on.” The old man waved his hand.
Christine White nodded again to a flanking Furber before exiting the hospital room with Baird Lane.
“Where are you going next? Back to the office?” Christine White inquired, standing next to Baird Lane.
Baird Lane sank his handsome face, “To the oneworld hotel.”
Christine White’s heart tightened, “Are you going after Debby York?”
Baird Lane pursed his thin lips without answering.
Christine White didn’t know exactly what he meant, and didn’t dare to ask more questions, so she silently followed him out of the sanatorium and went to the Huan Yu Hotel.
When they reached the door to Debby York’s suite, the two bouncers guarding the door to the room saluted the two men and said, “Ms. White, the men are still inside.”
“It’s good that it’s still there, no one else is coming over, right?” Christine White asked.
The bodyguards looked at each other before shaking their heads, “No.”
“I see, thank you guys.” Christine White thanked the two, then turned her head to the man beside her, “Baird, why don’t you wait outside now for a moment while I go in first.”
Baird Lane gazed deeply at her, as if trying to read something into her face, and after a moment, withdrew his gaze and nodded, “Yes.”
Christine White breathed a soft sigh of relief and reached for the doorknob.
The door opened and she looked back at Baird Lane one more time before stepping into the suite.
The suite was dim, the curtains and everything were tightly drawn, creating a depressing atmosphere.
Christine White couldn’t see where Debby York was, and after a slight frown, she turned the light on.
Bright lights illuminated everything in the room and pointed out where Debby York was.
She just sat on the bed, legs bent up, both arms wrapped tightly around her knees, the whole thing curled up in a circle, looking pathetic.
Such a Debby York made Christine White sigh, “Why do you have to do this?”
“You’re here?” Debby York lifted her head up and looked over toward Christine White with two bemused eyes, “Did you come to see me laugh?”
At those words, Christine White’s lips pursed up in displeasure, “Joke? Do I need to come and see your jokes? Now you’re a joke yourself you know that?”
Debby York snorted, “Yeah, I’m a joke, so you might as well leave so as not to dirty your eyes.”
“I’ll leave, but not now.” Christine White pulled over a chair and sat down face to face with her, “I came here to ask you if you’ve figured out what I said yesterday when I asked you to turn yourself in or not?”
“I thought you said yesterday that you didn’t care about me, you said why bother waking up someone who’s pretending to be asleep, so don’t you think it’s too much to ask me now?” Debby York taunted.
Christine White’s eyes twinkled for a moment, “Yes, it’s true, I don’t want to care about you anymore, but I’m just that soft, so you …”
“Christine, don’t try to talk me out of it.” Debby York’s attitude softened and became less barbed, “I told you, I can’t go to jail, and once I do, our family is all but finished.”
“So you’re still pinning your hopes on Molly Bort?” Christine White hated it.
A glimmer of hope floated in Debby York’s eyes, “I got in touch with her yesterday and she said she’d come to my rescue.”
“Stupid, if she says she’ll save you, will she come to save you? Just look at what this is.” Christine White took a document out of her bag and threw it at Debby York, following Baird Lane’s move of throwing her that morning.
Debby York caught the sliding papers in bewilderment, “What’s this?”
“This is the current situation of my aunt and uncle, you betrayed me for them, but now you see what they are living, your betrayal, did you really get the result you wanted in return?” Christine White looked at her with a cold smile.
Debby York heard these words and a huge wave of unease suddenly angered her heart, and she hurriedly flipped the file over to check it out.
Seeing the end, her hands trembled beyond recognition, and her face was white as a sheet, “No … it won’t be … my mom and dad won’t be like this, they went abroad for treatment, how could they be in the embassy? Christine you’re lying to me right, you’re lying to me!”
She stumbled out of bed, perhaps because she’d kept her knees bent for so long that when she got out of bed she was barely able to stand, stumbling to Christine White before falling on her butt.
“Christine, this information is fake, you told me it was fake, you’re lying to me, lying to me!” Debby York cried piteously as she held up the document.
Christine White sympathized with her in her heart, but there was little expression on her face, “I lied to you? Why would I lie to you, at this juncture, what would I gain by lying to you?”
“Because you wanted me to go to jail, so you lied to me with this!” Debby York yelled.
Christine White smiled to herself, “Sure enough the friendship is broken, you see I’m wrong about everything, and yes I do want you to go to jail, but don’t you forget that my man is Baird Lane, and he knows a thousand ways to send you to jail, so why should we lie to you in this way?”