“I didn’t.” Christine White shook her head.
Baird Lane didn’t answer, only took the old man’s urn from Fubar with an expressionless face and headed out of the funeral parlor.
Christine White looked at his back, her small mouth pursed, “He hasn’t said a word since yesterday.”
“What can he say, he was the one who caused his lordship’s death, he can’t tell you how guilty he feels right now.” Fu Bo sighed.
Christine White tugged at the corner of her mouth, “I can see that.”
“Then young grandma you …”
“Hmm?” Christine White looked at him in disbelief.
Fubo’s eyes flickered for a moment, “Will you forgive young master for having that with that Molly Bort woman?”
At that, Christine White was silent.
To be honest, she hadn’t thought about it.
She is also just an ordinary woman who cares, is jealous, is envious, and is not generous; her husband cheated on her, and she can’t do it as if nothing happened.
Moreover, she was vaguely clean deep down, and the mere thought of Baird Lane having the most intimate physical contact with another woman during their marriage made her sick, especially when that woman was the one she hated the most.
Thinking about this, Christine White shook her head and answered truthfully, “I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive him, all I know is that I won’t anytime soon, and as for later … Who can say.”
She laughed bitterly.
“Hey …” Uncle Fu let out another sigh, “Young Master was also tricked, I asked Gates and he said that when Young Master went to look for that woman, he didn’t expect that woman to light that underhanded love incense in the room, that’s why Young Master was tricked.”
“Lighting love incense in the room?” Christine White frowned, “So Molly Bort knew in advance that Baird Lane would be looking for her, why else would she have lit that incense?”
Fu Bo heard the suspicion she raised and mutely replied back after a few seconds, “That’s right, Gates said that there was a bug in the cell phone you got from that Miss Yu, that’s why Molly Bort knew that Young Master would go to her that day.”
“A monitor?” Christine White’s pupils plummeted, and her entire volume dialed up in surprise.
Forber nodded, “Yes, that’s right, that’s what Gates found out last night, and he was wondering why Molly Bort would know ahead of time that the young master would be looking for her, so he looked into that.”
“So that’s it.” Christine White clasped her small hands together, her face paling a little, “So, I brought the trouble on, and if I hadn’t gotten that phone back, maybe none of this would have happened?”
Uncle Fu gave her a look and sighed, shaking his head without speaking.
He couldn’t say that she didn’t have anything to do with all of this, and while she wasn’t the one who directly caused all of this, she did get the phone back.
If she didn’t get it back, all of this, maybe it really wouldn’t have happened.
“Fubar … I didn’t know there was a wiretap on that cell phone, if I had known, I wouldn’t have brought it back, I …” Christine White covered her face, her whole body guilt-ridden with regret.
Uncle Fu patted her shoulder, “Things have already passed, what’s the use of talking about this now, Young Grandmother, you’d better adjust your mind and prepare to arrange for Master’s funeral.”
After saying that, Uncle Fu did not stay long and turned around to leave.
Christine White was the only one left here, her slim shoulders slumped and her form disheveled.
She was crouching on the floor crying uncontrollably when Aunt Lucy found her.
“Ma’am, what’s wrong with you?” Aunt Lucy asked her eagerly.
Christine White just cried and didn’t answer.
Aunt Lucy was in a hurry, “Ma’am speak up.”
“Aunt Lucy …” Christine White lifted a sobbing red face and looked at her in despair, “I seem to be the one who killed Grandpa.”
“How?” Aunt Lucy was surprised.
Christine White spilled the beans about having a wiretap on her cell phone.
After Aunt Lucy heard this, her mouth opened and suddenly she didn’t know what to say.
Seeing Aunt Lucy’s silence, Christine White’s heart sank to the bottom.
Sure enough, Aunt Lucy agrees that it wasn’t just Baird Lane who killed the old man, it was her too.
“Mrs. …” Aunt Lucy spoke astringently, “That cell phone, that Debby York gave it to you, so she counted on you again?”
Christine White shook her head, “No. I don’t think she even knew there was such a thing as a wiretap in her cell phone herself.”
She believes Debby York doesn’t know.
Because when she said her final goodbye to Debby York again, she could tell that Debby York was truly sorry and really wanted to make up for the mistakes she had made.
So Debby York wouldn’t give her a cell phone with a wiretap, it can only be said that all of this is Molly Bort’s layout, maybe Molly Bort put a wiretap on Debby York just to keep an eye on Debby York, but she didn’t expect Debby York to go to jail so soon and give her the cell phone, and then Molly Bort again from the cell phone Baird’s movements, so it will be a scheme to count Baird Lane.
In that case, it all makes sense.
So it wasn’t just Baird Lane and Molly Bort who really killed the old man, it was also her, Christine White!
“It’s my fault, I’m sorry grandpa …” Christine White cried louder.
Aunt Lucy didn’t know how to persuade her, she could only pull her up from the ground, “Ma’am, no matter whose fault it was, it’s all in the past now, we should look forward shouldn’t we, you think about it now, what to do with your relationship with Mr. now.”
From yesterday to today, this husband and wife were ignoring each other, and the atmosphere was so cold that she felt scared just looking at them.
At this rate, even if we don’t get divorced, this husband and wife relationship is no longer worthy of existence, right?
“I don’t know what to do about my relationship with Baird Lane.” Christine White was helped to sit down in a side chair by Aunt Lucy and looked at the floor with a confused gaze, “I’m cold to him because I care that he didn’t make it back in time for Grandpa’s surgery and because I care that he’s having an affair with Molly Bort, so I don’t really know what to do.”
Forgive Baird Lane?
She can’t do it.
Forgiving him meant that she didn’t care that he cheated on her, but that was impossible, how could she not care, she’d been tormented all night yesterday by his affair with Molly Bort!
“Ma’am, the master’s matter, for the time being, but Mr. cheating on this, is not his voluntary, you …”
“I know it’s not of his own free will.” Christine White interrupted Aunt Lucy and said painfully with her eyes closed, “But it’s a fact that he cheated on me, and I really can’t be that generous unless I don’t love him, and then I can ignore the fact that he’s with any woman.”
“This … hey …” Aunt Lucy sighed, “OK, I won’t persuade, this is your young couple’s own business, you deal with it yourselves it, now we should go back.”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White gave a thin hmmm.
Back at the villa, it was already afternoon.
Christine White fell asleep on the couch as soon as she entered the living room.
She was tired, not just physically, but mentally as well as spiritually very tired.
So even when she fell asleep, her brow was still furrowed and stretched.
Baird Lane came down the stairs and saw Christine White lying asleep on the couch, his eyes narrowed for a moment before he walked over to stand in front of her and looked at her eyes, red and swollen from yesterday, and he couldn’t help but purse his thin lips.
“Sir.” Aunt Lucy came up behind him at some point.
Baird Lane didn’t turn around or respond, just looked at Christine White in silence.
Aunt Lucy knew he heard her shout earlier and spoke after a soft sigh, “Mistress is very self-conscious.”
“What’s she blaming herself for?” Baird Lane finally said the first thing he’d said since last night and today.
But his voice seemed a little raspy because he hadn’t spoken for so long.
Aunt Lucy bitterly replied back, “Blaming herself for not pulling you yesterday and not strong-arming you into going to Molly Bort, blaming herself for not holding on to her phone well enough to show His Lordship that picture, and blaming herself even more for bringing Miss Debby York’s cell phone back with her.”
“She knows about the wiretap?” Baird Lane’s pupils fluttered slightly for a few moments.