“Don’t mention that asshole!” Fu Bo suddenly roared.
Christine White’s small face froze.
Fu Bo’s fists clenched, “If it wasn’t for this asshole, how would Master … all of this, it’s all because of him!”
Christine White lowered her eyelids and didn’t speak anymore.
Uncle Fu suddenly sneered, “Master is good at everything in his life, the only bad thing is that this grandson wasn’t taught well, that’s why, in the end, he was pissed off alive by this grandson.”
The words fell out of his mouth and he sneered and grunted, lifting his feet and trembling as he walked into the resuscitation room.
Christine White looked at his back and thought about the words he had just said, and in her heart, she only felt sadness for the old man.
She had to admit that Fubuki was right.
That’s how the old man got pissed off at Baird Lane.
And all of this, clearly, could have been avoided; she’d mentioned it to Baird Lane in the morning, told him to stay away from Molly Bort and come to stay with the old man in surgery first.
But he didn’t listen and insisted on going to Molly Bort and ended up talking to Molly Bort …
Thinking about this, Christine White’s heart also rose up with a hatred and resentment towards Baird Lane.
Hated him for not listening to her, hated him for having that thing with Molly Bort.
If it wasn’t for him, the old man wouldn’t have been so irritated and wouldn’t have had a sudden myocardial infarction.
Now the old man lies in the resuscitation room breathing his last breath while he’s still in a tender spot with Molly Bort and hasn’t come back.
How could he stand up to her, how could he stand up to the old man!
“Young Granny.” Furber’s voice came from the resuscitation room, interrupting Christine White’s thoughts.
Christine White looked up slightly and huffed, responding hurriedly, “I am.”
“Come in quickly, the master has something to say to you.” Fu Bo passed on.
As soon as Christine White heard that the old man had something to say, without further delay, she trotted into the resuscitation room and came to the operating table.
“Grandpa …” Christine White’s voice choked up once more as she looked at the old man at the operating table.
The old man rolled his chaotic eyes to look at her, and his mouth opened to let out some not-so-audible syllables.
Christine White looked uncertainly toward Fubar.
Uncle Fu told her sorrowfully, “Master no longer has the strength to vocalize, Young Grandmother, if you come closer, you should be able to hear.”
Christine White sniffed and hastened to do as she was told, leaning over and putting her ear to the old man.
“Ya … Ya …” The old man’s weak voice finally reached her ears.
Christine White nodded her head back and forth, “I’m here, Grandpa I’m here!”
“It’s grandpa who’s sorry … Let you marry such a bad man, sorry …” The old man smiled bitterly.
Christine White shook her head again and again, “No, Grandpa didn’t do me wrong.”
“That’s good … Then can Grandpa ask you for something?” The old man fought to raise his hand.
Christine White saw it and reached out to take his hand in hers, “I promise you everything, Grandpa!”
“Don’t … Don’t divorce Baird …” The old man gasped, “Girl, promise grandpa …”
Christine White how also did not expect, the old man let her promise will actually be this, a moment can not help but be stunned for a moment.
But then noticing the old man’s hand in her hand, getting colder and colder, she didn’t dare to hesitate and nodded heavily, “Okay, I promise you …”
“Thanks!” The old man tried to squeeze out a kind smile at her.
After laughing, he looked at the ceiling’s bright surgical lights, his voice becoming more and more void, “I’ve lived long enough in this life, I have no shortage of power and money, but I still have two regrets, one is not seeing the birth of your and Baird’s child, and the other is that I didn’t even see Nigel come back when I fell down to my death… sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad… …”
Snap!
The old man’s hand slipped out of Christine White’s and fell heavily onto the operating table with a heavy thud.
The sound was like a hammer blow to Christine White’s heart, and she froze for a few seconds before she realized what had happened, and threw herself on top of the old man with a sob that tore her heart out.
Fubuki didn’t stop her line and turned his back to her also silently shedding tears.
It was a moment of mourning that filled the entire resuscitation room.
I don’t know how long it took, but Christine White fainted from crying and was finally taken to the hospital room by a nurse called by Fubar.
By the time she woke up, it was afternoon.
She opened her red, swollen eyes and sat up violently from the hospital bed, “Grandpa!”
“Mistress, His Lordship has gone.” Aunt Lucy’s sobbing voice rang in her ears.
Christine White turned her head to see Aunt Lucy sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, looking at her with scarlet eyes.
“Grandpa went to …,” Christine White repeats.
Aunt Lucy lowered her head and didn’t answer.
Christine White clasped her hands together and it took her a long time to find her voice, “Where’s Grandpa now?”
“Temporarily placed in the mortuary of the sanitarium, Uncle Foo is arranging the aftermath.” Aunt Lucy replied.
“Where’s Baird Lane?” Christine White asked coldly.
Aunt Lucy sighed, “Mister is still unaccounted for, and when I call Mister’s phone, it’s off.”
“Then call Gates’, and if Gates’ doesn’t work either, send a couple dozen men to the civilian area and tie him back from Molly Bort’s bed!” Christine White said with hate in her eyes.
She can’t forgive Baird Lane!
Nor can he be forgiven!
Because of him, the old man died in a sudden death!
“Ma’am, really?” Aunt Lucy was surprised at Christine White’s words.
Christine White didn’t see anything wrong with her arrangement, and she returned with a cold little face, “Why not? He’s grandpa’s grandson, and now that he’s dead, shouldn’t he show up?”
“I know, I’m going to contact Gates,” Aunt Lucy said, pulling out her cell phone.
Christine White lifted the covers and got out of bed, “I’m going to go check on Grandpa.”
With that, she headed in the direction of the morgue, despite Aunt Lucy’s objections.
It was already dark when I returned from seeing the old man.
In the afternoon, Aunt Lucy manages to reach Gates, who then realizes that something serious has happened and has gone to Baird Lane.
I just don’t know why Baird Lane hasn’t come through after all this time.
Christine White didn’t let Aunt Lucy rush it either. It’s as if the man Baird Lane has been forgotten.
“Young Granny.” Uncle Fu walked into the hospital room with a tired face.
Christine White looked over at him, “Uncle Foo, have you made the arrangements for Grandpa’s afterlife?”
Fu Bo nodded, “Tomorrow sent to cremation, funeral and so on, to wait for the young master to come back to discuss, as for the old master’s relics …”
Speaking here, his gaze sadly swept around the ward, “I’ll ask you, Young Grandmother, to pack up, I’ll have someone send it to the old mansion in a while.”
“Good.” Christine White answered.
Without staying longer, Fubuki turned and went out again.
With the death of the old man and the absence of Baird Lane, he had quite a bit of catching up to do, especially with those of The Lane Family’s sidekicks, and he had some notifying to do.
“Ma’am.” At that moment, Aunt Lucy came through the door.
“What’s wrong?” Christine White pulled two suitcases from under the hospital bed and opened them.
Aunt Lucy hesitated for a few seconds before speaking, “There’s news sir, just got a call from Gates saying he’s already on his way.”
Christine White paused for a moment in arranging the old man’s clothes when she heard this, but quickly returned to her natural self, “I see.”
Aunt Lucy, seeing that she had only this sentence and no other explanation, suddenly didn’t know what to say and walked over to join her in packing up the old man’s belongings.
By the time the relics were packed away, a series of hurried footsteps finally came from outside the hospital room.
The footsteps came from far away and soon stopped outside the ward door.
Pop!
The door to the hospital room was pushed open heavily, bouncing off the wall and shuddering a few times from the impact.
Aunt Lucy was startled by the sudden movement, but Christine White was not, only looking up at the door with a cold gaze.
Baird Lane came in from outside, Gates following him, both with the same heavy expression on their faces.
Baird Lane came in, glancing first to the hospital bed, and when he saw that the pale figure was not there in the empty bed, a flash of panic finally rose in his usual dark pupils that he had never seen before.
“Where’s Grandpa?” He asked, rushing over to Christine White.