Aunt Lucy nodded, “Fubar told her.”
Baird Lane didn’t speak anymore, dropping his eyelids to wonder what he was thinking.
Aunt Lucy looked at him, then at Christine White, and finally couldn’t resist asking the question she’d wanted to ask for the past two days, “Sir, you and Molly Bort really …”
Baird Lane’s back teeth seat clenched and his eyes clouded over, “I’m not sure!”
“Eh?” Aunt Lucy froze, “Not sure? So it’s possible that you and Molly Bort didn’t really have that going on either?”
Baird Lane shut up again.
Yesterday, he did wake up in Molly Bort’s bed, and he did have nothing on, and was covered with marks that made him want to be there.
Yet he had no actual memory of that happening with Molly Bort in his mind.
Although he was drugged at that time, but even if he was drugged, it is not possible to have no memory at all, so he has a great possibility to suspect that he did not really have that with Molly Bort, just Molly Bort that woman, but a bite of them have had sex, so he can only say that he is not sure.
“Sir.” Aunt Lucy saw that Baird Lane didn’t open his mouth and didn’t know what he really meant, so she had to say to herself, “No matter whether you have that layer with Molly Bort or not, in this aspect, you always wronged your wife, have you thought about how to obtain your wife’s forgiveness?”
Baird Lane looked over at Christine White’s sleeping little face, his thin lips moving slightly, “I’ll have a talk with her once Grandpa’s affairs are taken care of.”
“That’s fine.” Aunt Lucy nodded.
Baird Lane stepped forward and bent down to pick up Christine White and carry the person up the stairs to her room.
By the time he had gotten Christine White situated and then emerged from the room, Gates stood in the doorway of the room with a briefcase.
“President Lane, the news of the old chairman’s death has been announced by the PR department, and now the stock market of The Lane Family Group is experiencing some turbulence, would you like to step in and take care of it?” Gates asked.
“No, just let the PR department handle it.” Baird Lane walked indifferently in the direction of the study.
Gates followed close behind, “And there was a call from Uncle Foo just now asking President Lane when you’re going to the old mansion to take inventory of His Lordship’s estate.”
“Grandpa’s legacy will wait until later, right now the priority is to get the word out of that Molly Bort woman, she still hasn’t accounted for it, I’ll talk to her …”
“No.” Gates shook his head, “That was her answer no matter how much I pressed her, so I thought maybe President Lane you really did talk to her …”
“No way!” Baird Lane vetoed holding down his brow, “I’m sure I wouldn’t really do anything like that.”
“But what about the marks on your body?” Gates looked at him.
Baird Lane paused, “Traces can be faked.”
“This …” Gates was stunned and it took a few seconds for him to slow down, “If that’s true, then what the hell did she have to do that for?”
Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed out a few minutes of cold, “To find out is not simple, just use torture, I don’t believe she won’t explain!”
Gates’ eyes widened in disbelief at what he was hearing, “Torture?”
“That’s right, I’ll leave this matter in your hands, I want to hear a satisfactory answer.” Baird Lane commanded, while continuing to lift his feet towards the walk again.
Gates remained close behind him, “I see, I’ll do as I’m told in a moment.”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nodded and held the door to the study open.
The two talked about a lot of things in the den, and by the time Gates left, it was late.
Baird Lane did not return to his room that night and spent the night in the lounge of the study.
And the main reason he doesn’t go back to his room is that he’s not sure if he had that relationship with Molly Bort before or not, so he doesn’t know how he’s going to face Christine White.
And judging by her apathetic attitude over the past two days, she probably didn’t want to face him either.
In that case, it’s good to have separate rooms for a while, so that each other can adjust their mindset.
So the following three days, Christine White and Baird Lane, although they are all under the same roof, but separated from the two rooms, and even the number of times they meet is very little, and even when they meet, they do not greet each other, do not speak to each other, making the atmosphere awkward and depressing.
Aunt Lucy is all anxious to see it, but there’s nothing she can do about it, and she can’t make the two make up right away.
Because she knew that what had happened between these two was not something that could be reconciled with one or two simple words.
“Ma’am.” Aunt Lucy saw Christine White coming down the stairs and rushed forward, “Sir wants you to hurry up, it’s time to go.”
“Got it.” Christine White barely tugged at the corners of her mouth in response before heading for the gate outside the villa.
Outside the door, a black stretch RV was parked with the door open so she could get right in.
Baird Lane was already waiting in the car, and when she went up, she glanced at him and, without speaking, sat down quietly opposite him.
Without speaking to her, Baird Lane closed the door and let Gates drive.
The car was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and only shallow breathing could be heard, so much so that the atmosphere in this large compartment was so stark that Gates, who was driving, could feel it.
The ride was uneventful, and when they arrived at the old mansion, Christine White was the first to get out of the car.
As soon as she got off the bus, she went straight to Uncle Fu and received a set of black mourning clothes from Uncle Fu to change into.
Today is the old man’s funeral, there are a lot of people coming to the funeral, Dong’s family The Camp Family are coming, and the one who came is their head of the family.
Baird Lane was then dealing with the men, and Christine White, uninterested, went and stood in a quiet corner with a glass of water.
But within a few moments of standing, someone came over to talk to her.
“I heard that Old Man Lane, was pissed off by President Lane?” The person who came was none other than Hugh Dong, wearing a black suit with a white chrysanthemum on his chest, and was smiling at Christine White with a hangdog face.
Christine White glanced at him coldly, “No shit.”
“You can’t fool me, I’ve heard it from the group of people in my circle, and they’ve heard it from those elders in the nursing home too.” Hugh Dong said as he shook his red wine.
Christine White’s eyes narrowed slightly and she was about to snap when he spoke again, “I also heard that President Lane cheated on her, didn’t he?”
Christine White’s expression froze for a split second, and she clenched the cup in her hand without answering.
Hugh Dong tsked, “Looks like I’ve hit the nail on the head, otherwise you wouldn’t have this look on your face, it’s hard on your heart, isn’t it?”
“What’s it to you!” Christine White dropped her eyes in displeasure.
Hugh Dong put the red wine aside and replied with his arms wrapped around him, “Of course it’s related, you know what kind of affection I have for you, if you’re hard to bear, I don’t feel good in my heart, so I specially came over to care for and concern about you ah, how is it, touched?”
Christine White grunted twice, “Not really.”
“Tsk, really ruthless, how do you think I would like such a ruthless woman like you?” Hugh Dong wrinkled her nose.
Christine White stared at him with wide, incredulous eyes, “What did you …”
“Shh!” Hugh Dong made a don’t-speak motion to her, then pointed his other hand in one direction.
Christine White looked around and saw Baird Lane walk into the place with two men, Gates, not knowing what they were doing.
“Look at the look on your husband’s face, it’s quite heavy, do you want to go over and see what’s going on?” Hugh Dong said to Christine White with interest.
Christine White pursed her lips, “There’s the balcony, what else could happen?”
“Since it’s a balcony, it should be to talk about things, why don’t you come with me to listen?” Hugh Dong was obviously not dead set on it and was still egging her on.