Gates nodded uncertainly, “I think so.”
“How!” Christine White’s little mouth pouted.
It’s hard to find out where Molly Bort is, but you can’t find Leo Bort. It’s like casting a long line to catch a fish, only to catch a small one and have the big one get away.
The taste is really hard to bear.
Seeing the unhappiness in Christine White’s heart, Baird Lane pursed his thin lips and stood up, “It’s not easy to find Leo Bort, just go straight from Molly Bort, I’ll go over there myself.”
“What?” Christine White rose with her, “You’re going to go to Molly Bort yourself?”
Baird Lane nodded noncommittally.
Christine White was a little unsupportive, “Just have someone bring Molly Bort, why do you have to make a trip over there, and don’t forget, it’s Grandpa’s surgery day.”
“Molly Bort, since Leo Bort and the others got her out of my sight and into the suburbs, do you think it’s more likely than not that my men, of all people, will be able to bring her here?” Baird Lane looked at her askance.
Christine White was still a bit unsupportive, “Since you don’t think it’s very likely that you’ll send someone to bring Molly Bort here, that means that there are Leo Bort and his men in the shadows over at Molly Bort’s side, so wouldn’t it be dangerous for you to go over there?”
“I’ll bring bodyguards.” Baird Lane said.
Christine White didn’t know what to make of it now, to persuade him to dismiss the idea of going to Molly Bort; after all, she had even moved out of the old man’s house, and he still insisted on going.
“I know, but you’d better be careful.” Christine White barely tugged at the corners of her mouth in an uneasy admonition.
Baird Lane hmmm’d, “I know, you go over there on Grandpa’s side and I’ll be back as soon as I can before Grandpa’s surgery.”
“Good.” Christine White nodded.
Baird Lane was gone, and she and Aunt Lucy were the only ones left in the large dining room.
She looked at Baird Lane’s unfinished breakfast and sighed rather helplessly, “Let’s just hope he’s successful in getting Leo Bort’s whereabouts out of his system this go around.”
“Trust mister, mister won’t let us down.” Aunt Lucy patted Christine White’s shoulder and smiled reassuringly.
Christine White gave a soft hmmm, “I hope so, well Aunt Lucy, let’s go to the sanitarium.”
“But you haven’t finished your breakfast.” Aunt Lucy pointed to her plate of breakfast.
Christine White shook her head, “No appetite, let’s go.”
With that, she had left the restaurant.
Aunt Lucy laughed bitterly, “Really, you can’t finish one or two of them, making me make so many for nothing.”
It was exactly nine o’clock when we arrived at the sanatorium.
The old man had woken up and was leaning on the hospital bed, full of displeasure.
Christine White walked over and held the old man’s hand, “Grandpa, how are you?”
The old man grunted and didn’t answer.
Christine White again had to look aside to Fubuki, asking with her eyes how the old man was doing.
Uncle Fu had a crying expression on his face, “Just now the doctor came over and specifically instructed that he couldn’t eat before the surgery, Master was hungry again and wanted to eat, I didn’t give it to him and he lost his temper.”
“So that’s how it is.” Christine White also laughed, “Grandpa, the doctor has said you can’t eat, why are you still messing with Uncle Fu?”
“Hmph!” The old man averted his head to the side and didn’t say anything.
Christine White saw this and exchanged a glance with Fubuki, both seeing helplessness in the other’s eyes.
The old man’s temper is really becoming more and more like a child’s.
“By the way young granny, isn’t young master coming over?” Fu Bo changed the topic, no longer mentioning the food, lest the old master would become more and more thoughtful in a while.
Christine White also understood what Fubar was thinking and answered along with him, “He’ll be coming over, he’s just got something going on right now, he should be a little late.”
She didn’t mention that Baird Lane was late because of something, the main purpose of which was that she didn’t want the old man to hear the words Molly Bort or The Bort Family.
Lest he dirty the old man’s ears and upset him even more.
“In that case, that’s fine, Young Granny, you stay with Master, I’ll go ask the doctor about the precautions for the surgery later.” Fu Bo looked at his watch and said to Christine White.
Christine White answered, “Okay, Fubuki you go ahead, I’ve got Grandpa here.”
“Then please Young Grandmother.” Uncle Fu smiled at her before walking out of the hospital room.
The door to the hospital room reclosed, and Christine White pulled a chair over and sat down by the bed, chatting with the old man.
The old man was very talkative, and when he took her hand, he chatted with her about the world.
Chatting and chatting, time flew by, and seeing that it was almost ten o’clock, and that Fubar had not yet returned, and that Baird Lane had not come over, Christine White became a little anxious.
“Grandpa, let me call Baird.” Christine White took out her cell phone and spoke to her old man.
With ten minutes to go, the old man was going to be taken into surgery, and she didn’t want Baird Lane to miss the old man’s surgery.
The old man also wanted to have all his family outside with him during his surgery, so he agreed to Christine White’s words and nodded, “Hit it!”
“Uh, I’ll call.” Christine White answered and dialed Baird Lane’s number.
The call was quickly answered and she hurriedly asked to the other end of the line, “Baird, where are you now? Grandpa’s surgery is about to take place, have you rushed …”
“He can’t make it back in time.” A coquettish female voice suddenly sounded on the other end of the phone, interrupting Christine White’s words.
Christine White froze for a second, then frowned and murmured, “You’re Molly Bort?”
“Gee, you remember me.” Molly Bort giggles.
Christine White glanced at her old man, her small mouth pursed, “Why do you have Baird’s cell phone, and what did you just mean when you said he wouldn’t make it back in time?”
For some reason, she was vaguely uneasy.
On the other end of the phone, Molly Bort looked at the unconscious man on the bed and the corner of her mouth hooked up, “Meaning, Baird’s asleep right now from exhaustion, so I have the phone right here, and as far as the old guy’s surgery goes, I guess it doesn’t matter if Baird doesn’t come back, right?”
Christine White was a little angry when she heard this, and at the same time that uneasiness was amplified.
“What do you mean you fell asleep from exhaustion, Molly Bort, did you do something to Baird?” She questioned sternly.
The old man also narrowed his old eyes and stared intently at the cell phone in her hand.
Molly Bort covered her lips and smiled a million dollar smile, “What could I do to Baird? I’m a weak woman where can I fight a big man, you should ask Baird what he did to me.”
The meaning of the words was already so obvious, how could Christine White not understand it.
It was precisely because she heard it that she found it absurd.
“No way!” Christine White jolted out of her chair, her face changing expressions of disbelief and panic, “What could Baird have done to you, you’re full of shit!”
She drew up her volume as if to reassure herself that what she was hearing was false.
Yet her hand, which was cupping the phone, was trembling slightly.
From this, it could be seen that her heart was actually not at peace at this moment.
So even if she tried her best to hide it, Molly Bort still noticed it, so she laughed even more wildly, “You don’t believe it? After all, seeing is believing, I’ll send you a picture later, you’ll believe it, you don’t know, Baird can be fierce, one after another to want me, so that I still have a sore back now.”
With those thought-provoking words, Molly Bort cut the phone off.
Christine White squeezed her cell phone in a death grip, her heart clogging up and her eyes reddening.
Baird Lane actually talked to Molly Bort …
No, that’s absolutely impossible!
She couldn’t believe that Baird Lane would do that with Molly Bort, but she had to admit that she was so affected by Molly Bort’s words that she couldn’t stop her mind from wandering to that scene.
“Girl.” The old man could see that Christine White was unsteady and reached out to take her trembling hand, “Baird is with that woman in Bort?”