Christine White was about to refuse, but then she thought that she did see a heavy expression on Baird Lane’s face just now, so her words of refusal could not be uttered.
Hugh Dong saw this and smiled as he came over, “Looks like you’re also curious to know what they’re going to talk about.”
Christine White rolled her eyes and ignored him, tiptoeing in their direction toward Baird Lane.
Hugh Dong saw her movements and gave a light chortle, also easing his footsteps to chase after her.
The two of them leaned against the wall inside the balcony one after the other, it was a dead center, they didn’t have to worry about being seen by anyone outside the balcony, and they had a clear view of what the people outside the balcony were doing.
Hugh Dong jabbed his arm at Christine White in front of him and lowered his voice to say smugly, “How’s the spot I picked?”
Christine White slid a few black lines down the corner of her forehead, “That’s enough out of you, shut up for a second, they’re talking.”
Outside the balcony, Gates stands respectfully behind Baird Lane.
Baird Lane looked out into the distance, his expression tightening, “Molly Bort accounted for it?”
“No.” Gates shook his head.
Baird Lane’s brow furrowed hard at that, “No torture was used on her?”
“Used.” Gates sighed, “But she just stands by her previous statement and she also said that if you, President Lane, don’t believe that you had sex, you can wait for her for two months.”
“What do you mean?” Baird Lane was a little uncertain.
But Christine White, who was eavesdropping, got it, and the hand picking at the wall slowly clasped up.
Wait two months …
Two months is just enough to accurately check if a woman is pregnant!
Is Molly Bort trying to conceive Baird Lane’s baby?
Fittingly, Gates’ next words confirmed her suspicions.
All that was heard was Gates saying, “What Molly Bort is saying is that if you really don’t believe that you had sex, wait two months and if she gets pregnant, you’ll believe it.”
“Pregnant?” Baird Lane’s pupils plummeted.
Gates nodded, “Yes, those were her exact words.”
“I can’t believe she hit that!” Baird Lane’s fists clenched.
In the shadows, Christine White couldn’t listen anymore, her mind was in such turmoil that she just turned and walked away.
Hugh Dong saw her leave, and it was not good for him to continue eavesdropping alone, so he also followed her out.
Back where he was before, Hugh Dong asks, “Why don’t you listen on?”
“Is there any point in listening?” Christine White replied in a muted voice, her eyelids drooping.
Hugh Dong laughed softly, “I think you’re not listening to this because you can’t accept it in your heart when you hear that woman, Molly Bort, might be pregnant with President Lane’s child.”
With her heart in her mouth, Christine White’s lips pursed up, “Why do you ask if you know!”
“Huh.” Hugh Dong shrugged his shoulders, “So what are you going to do now?”
“What about what?” Christine White looked at him.
Hugh Dong raised his eyebrows, “Of course it’s this matter, President Lane is cheating on his wife, and that woman might be pregnant with his child, don’t you mind?”
Christine White was silent and did not answer.
Don’t mind?
How could she not mind? She minds like hell, okay?
But what could she do, cry and scream?
“Why don’t you say anything?” Hugh Dong asked again.
Christine White bit her lower lip, “There’s nothing to say, it happened, what can I do if I mind.”
“That’s true, but you can divorce him.” Hugh Dong’s gaze skimmed over a fine line.
Hugh Dong’s eyes froze, “Divorce?”
“Yeah, he cheated on you, do you still want to forgive him, pretend nothing happened and move on with your life with him? In case that Molly Bort woman, one day, carries an illegitimate child, you still want to help that Molly Bort raise the child?” Hugh Dong wrapped his arms around her and looked at her with amusement.
Christine White’s little face sank, “How could I, how could I possibly help raise a child for the person I hate the most.”
The mere thought of Baird Lane having a child with another woman was too much for her to accept.
Not to mention, having to raise her.
“So ah, the best thing you can do now, is to get a divorce, and then continue to live with President Lane, the back of you will be hurt even worse you believe it or not.” Hugh Dong said here, his complexion suddenly became much more serious.
Christine White pondered for a few seconds and shook her head, “I’m not getting a divorce.”
“Why?” Hugh Dong frowned, “Just like that, you still want to live with him?”
Christine White pressed her temples and returned with a slightly tired voice, “No, it’s that I promised Grandpa I wouldn’t divorce Baird Lane, so …”
“So you’re really going to live with this, the man who broke your heart over and over again?” Hugh Dong pointed at the balcony where Baird Lane and the others had just stayed down and growled with some anger.
Christine White rubbed a handful of cheeks, “Hugh Dong, I know you’re doing this for my own good, but I have my concerns too, so don’t try to talk me out of it, it’s going to be time for the funeral speeches, so I’ll go over there first, so make yourself at home.”
With those words, she left the place after giving Hugh Dong a slight nod of her head.
“Young Granny, where have you been?” Just after returning to the lounge, Christine White was questioned by Fubuki.
Christine White returned with an apologetic face, “Just got a little bored and took a random walk outside.”
“That’s right.” Uncle Fu nodded, “Since you’re back, then Young Grandmother, you go out with Young Master to address him.”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White answered, glancing aside toward Baird Lane, who had returned before her.
Baird Lane, slightly aware of this, also craned his head to look over.
The two of them were stunned when they looked at each other, but then they quickly both retracted their gazes, as if nothing had happened.
This scene fell in Uncle Fu’s eyes, and he sighed in his heart, but he didn’t say anything and waved his hand, letting the two of them hurry out to prepare their speech.
After the speeches, the funeral came to a close.
At this time the sky was also darkening, and there was a cold wind blowing, as if it was going to rain.
Baird Lane went to see the guests off and Christine White was left alone in the lounge, ready to rest her feet, which were sore as if they were about to give out after a long day of standing and wearing high heels.
Dang!
At that moment, there was a knock on the lounge door.
Christine White assumed it was Aunt Lucy or Fubar, and without opening her mouth to ask, she walked over and opened the door, enduring the soreness in her feet as well as her calves.
“Hello!” The man at the door smiled and waved at her.
Christine White blinked in dismay before coming back in surprise, “Ives, you’re back?”
The visitor was none other than Ives Norton, whom I had not seen for a long time.
He was also dressed in a black suit and wore a white chrysanthemum on his chest, apparently also invited to the old man’s funeral.
“Yeah, just got back.” Ives Norton nodded in response.
Christine White sidled up to let him in, “But how come I haven’t seen you today?”
“I just got here a little while ago, I had a surgery earlier and I just came in last night, so I’m late.” Ives Norton explained.
Christine White nodded indistinctly, “So that’s it, have a seat.”
Ives Norton hmmm’d and took a seat on the couch.
Christine White poured him another glass of water, “Please use it.”
“Thanks.” Ives Norton took it with a smile and took a sip before asking, “How have you been doing all this time?”
Christine White forced a smile, “Pretty good.”
“Liar!” Ives Norton looked at her pale little face, “So tired, no rest?”
Christine White dropped her eyes and smiled bitterly, “How can I still sleep these days when Grandpa has passed away.”
Upon hearing this, Shaoji was also silent for a moment, “Master Lane went too suddenly, my condolences.”
“I would, but I’m not the one who really deserves my condolences.” Christine White sat down across from him.
Ives Norton heard who she was referring to and his eyes narrowed slightly behind his glasses, “I just heard a few mentions from those people at the funeral about the cause of Lane senior’s death, are they telling the truth?”