Christine White answered him with an expressionless face, “Grandpa’s in the morgue, that’s where you’ll go if you want to see him.”
“Christine White, don’t you kid me!” Baird Lane came to her grimly.
Christine White looked at him mockingly, “Joking? I’m joking with you about my grandfather’s life and death? Baird Lane, I beg you to think before you speak!”
Baird Lane’s pupils dilated slightly, how could he have never imagined that one day this woman would actually speak to himself with this tone of voice and this look in his eyes.
“Sir, madam is right, the master he has indeed …”
“No!” Baird Lane snapped, interrupting Aunt Lucy, his fists on either side clenched so tightly that the veins on the backs of his hands showed, “Grandpa’s not dead, you’re lying to me!”
“Why would we lie to you?” Christine White stood up, obviously a very petite body, but in this moment, so tall.
Even even when she was facing Baird Lane, who exuded a chilling aura, she wasn’t the least bit afraid, nor was she in the least bit down, “Baird Lane, do you know what you’ve been missing out on in your life?”
Baird Lane’s eyes trembled as he met hers.
She took a breath and spoke slowly, her voice filled with coldness, “You missed your last face with grandpa, and grandpa also didn’t see you, his only grandson at the moment, at the last moment, which not only made grandpa leave this world with regrets, but will also become the biggest regret in your life!”
These words, Christine White said in a tone that was not heavy, yet cut deep into Baird Lane’s heart like a sharp blade.
Baird Lane’s face gradually turned pale, and his always strong nature was all but fragile in this moment.
Knock!
He suddenly let out a low growl and slammed his fist into the wall like a trapped animal.
That blow used almost all of his strength, the skin on the joints of his hands was smashed, and bright red blood dripped down his palms to the ground, wetting the carpet and coloring it red.
And at this moment, he finally believed and accepted the harsh truth that the old man had passed away.
Baird Lane’s crazy antics shocked everyone in the ward.
Christine White looked at his hand that bled non-stop, and although she was nervous for a split second, she ultimately didn’t open her mouth to care for him.
The old man’s death, and his affair with Molly Bort, she couldn’t forgive him so easily!
So in the end, only Aunt Lucy was intolerant and stepped forward, “Sir, what are you doing? Let me take a look, are the bones hurt?”
With that, she was about to check Baird Lane’s hand.
Baird Lane flicked his hand to the side, avoiding Aunt Lucy’s touch, then opened his mouth, his voice husky and astringent as he asked, “Grandpa … When did he go?”
“While you were having a quickie with Molly Bort.” Christine White replied sarcastically.
Baird Lane’s expression changed slightly, he didn’t know what came to his mind, his face and eyes were extremely ugly.
“I’m not with Molly Bort …”
“Not what?” Christine White interrupted, “Not that?”
Baird Lane’s thin lips moved slightly as if he wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
Christine White’s heart sank to the bottom as she watched him in this silence, feeling nothing but sadness, “You didn’t say anything, so it looks like it really did happen with you and Molly Bort didn’t it?”
“Ma’am, President Lane is being counted.” Gates spoke for Baird Lane.
Christine White gasped and laughed, and as she laughed, tears mingled down her face, “Calculated? He and Molly Bort happened that kind of thing, a word of counting is like a whitewash? Even if Molly Bort had counted on him, if he hadn’t sent him up himself, would Molly Bort’s count have succeeded?”
She points at Baird Lane and loudly confronts Gates.
Gates gave Baird Lane a look that left him speechless.
Christine White put her hand down and added, “Baird Lane, didn’t I tell you this morning to keep watch over Grandpa until after his surgery and you went back to Molly Bort, you’re the one who didn’t listen, and now that it’s come to this, you’re happy? Do you know how grandpa died?”
Baird Lane’s body lurched, his gaze locked on her.
She raised her hand and wiped her tears, and said coldly, “Grandpa was pissed off by you, he was pissed off alive by you!”
“This can’t be right!” Baird Lane spat out four words in a hushed voice.
“No way?” Christine White sneered and hooked her lips, “You know what? At ten o’clock in the morning, I called you to ask if you had rushed back or not, but the phone was answered by Molly Bort, who told me that you fell asleep from exhaustion and sent me a picture of you in bed, and that picture was seen by Grandpa, who was so angry at first that he fainted.”
“That’s right, sir, after master was furious and fainted, he was immediately sent for resuscitation, but the doctor said that master was greatly stimulated and suffered a sudden myocardial infarction, that’s why he wasn’t resuscitated.” Aunt Lucy said here and cried sadly once again.
Baird Lane stumbles back two steps, but it’s only because Gates holds him up just in time that he doesn’t fall off his feet.
“President Lane, are you okay?” Gates inquired.
Baird Lane pushed him away and didn’t answer.
Of course he’s fine, all he has is a full head of regret.
He regretted that he had been too stubborn to listen to Christine White and stay with the old man after his surgery.
He regretted even more that he had gone without deepening his inner vigilance before he had accidentally fallen for Molly Bort’s scheme and slept with her, delaying his rush back!
But it had already happened, and he couldn’t undo anything even if he regretted it.
“Baird Lane, do you realize that Grandpa thought about you until he died?” Christine White stabilized a little.
Baird Lane looked at her with suppressed inner remorse, “What did Grandpa say?”
“Grandpa said that he asked me not to divorce you, and I promised him, so even if you cheated on him, even if you killed Grandpa, I won’t divorce you, but that doesn’t mean that I will forgive you.” Christine White said in a cool voice.
She’s no dummy and naturally knows that what Gates just said is true and that Baird Lane was set up by Molly Bort to have that with Molly Bort.
But even after being counted, he still and still cheated on her, and she can’t forgive or accept that.
Of course, this was only secondary, what she really couldn’t forgive was the fact that he hadn’t come back to see his grandfather for the last time, and she hated him for his stubbornness and his conceited character that couldn’t listen to others’ advice.
He thought he could do anything, he thought he could do anything, but in the end, he still didn’t do anything at all, and he got his grandfather killed instead.
Christine White’s heart clogged up at the thought, she took a breath and pulled one of the suitcases over, “Why don’t you go check on Grandpa at the morgue and see him one last time, I’ll take his belongings back to the old mansion.”
With that, she pulled her suitcase past Baird Lane and out of the ward.
Seeing this, Aunt Lucy also hurriedly dragged the other suitcase to follow.
The only people left in the hospital room were Baird Lane, whose eyelids were drooping and whose expression was unreadable, and Gates, who didn’t know what to do.
Gates hesitated for a few moments, but opened his mouth, “President Lane, shall we go see the chairman?”
Baird Lane ignored him and turned toward the ward door.
When Gates saw him go, naturally he couldn’t stay here alone and rushed after him as well …
The next day, the old man was cremated under the watchful eye of Christine White and Baird Lane.
Fu Bo held the old man’s ashes and came to the two of them, and said with a sad expression, “I’ve notified all of The Lane Family’s collateral lineages, and I’ve notified the other families, and the invitations have been sent out, and the old man’s funeral will be three days from now, is there anything else you guys need to prepare for?”