“She is imprisoned by me!” Baird Lane said with a grim expression.
Christine White wasn’t much surprised by the answer and had more or less guessed it, but just wanted to ask for confirmation.
“Imprisoned, then what? Wait for her to get pregnant?” Christine White asked again, the corners of her mouth curving slightly in a cold curve.
Baird Lane’s pupils constricted, “How do you know?”
Christine White looked up at the ceiling, “I heard it, I heard you talking to Assistant Gates at Grandpa’s funeral.”
Is that so? …
Baird Lane pursed his thin lips and did not hide it from her any longer, “I do intend to.”
Christine White composes her palms, “What about when she’s pregnant, what’s your plan? Do you want her to have the baby, or …”
“There’s no way she’s going to get pregnant!” Baird Lane interrupted her directly.
Christine White froze slightly, “What makes you so sure?”
Baird Lane’s tone was icy, “Because I don’t believe I actually had sex with her.”
Christine White’s expression was reluctant, “And you said you didn’t believe it, but it’s not absolutely isn’t it? Maybe you just did have sex?”
Baird Lane’s eyes widened and he didn’t speak anymore.
Because he knew that she was right.
He just doesn’t believe it, but doesn’t guarantee that it must not have happened.
Christine White eclipsed Baird Lane’s silence for a moment, then rubbed her cheeks, “Well, enough of that, I’m going to make a trip to the hospital, and we’ll talk about all this when we get there.”
As the words left her mouth, she reared her feet and headed for the door to the office.
The moment she walked out, she stopped abruptly again and turned back to the man, “As for when to move back in, some time, bye!”
She waved her hand and turned her head back.
After leaving The Lane Family Group, Christine White took a cab directly to the hospital.
When she went, she didn’t tell Ives Norton, so Ives Norton was still shocked the moment he saw her.
“What brings you here?” He got up, pulled out a chair for her, and asked with concern, “Are you unwell?”
“No.” Christine White shook her head, her little face serious, “I came to ask you a favor.”
Help again?
Ives Norton raised an eyebrow, “What favor?”
Christine White looked at him without answering in time, and after sitting down, she rummaged through her bag and pulled a ring out of it along with a small ball of paper.
Ives Norton had been watching her movements and was puzzled to see the two she held out.
“Why can’t I read some of this?” He pushed up his glasses.
Christine White smiled a little and unfolded the small ball of paper.
Ives Norton then realized that there were actually a few hairs inside, and guessed what was going on in his mind.
For proof, he looked at the other ring, and sure enough, he saw a few strands of hair embedded in the ring’s diamond setting as well.
And the fact that the color of the hair on the ring is different from the color of the hair in the paper ball is enough to show that it’s not the same person’s.
“You want me to give both kinds of hair, a DNA test?” Ives Norton voiced his suspicions and sounded very certain.
Christine White wasn’t surprised that he guessed the purpose of her visit so easily, after all, she had her hair out, if he couldn’t guess that, what kind of doctor would he be.
“Yes, can you help me?” Christine White looked at Ives Norton hopefully.
Ives Norton mused for a moment, “It’s okay to help you, but can you tell me whose hair it is with?”
“This one is Baird Lane’s.” Christine White replied pointing to the hair in the ball of paper before moving her finger and pointing to the ring, “As for this … I’ll keep it to myself for now, after all, I’m only suspicious.”
“Suspect him of being Nigel Lane?” asked Ives Norton, with a grave look.
Christine White hmmm’d, “That’s right, and since we don’t know if he’s Nigel Lane or not yet, I’m going to hold off on telling you whose hair it is until the results come in.”
“Okay, now that you’ve made up your mind, I won’t ask, and I’ll make this identification for you myself.” Ives Norton took two test tubes from a shelf off to the side and filled one of them with the hair from the paper ball.
Seeing this, Christine White also rushed to pick up the ring and unraveled Hugh Dong’s hair on it one by one and helped him put it into another test tube.
“Ives, thank you so much, I’m so sorry for coming to trouble you twice in a row.” Christine White rubbed the tip of her nose and said awkwardly.
Ives Norton put the two test tubes in the pocket of his own white coat, then smiled and stroked her head, “No trouble, just a few minor things, by the way, how’s the listening device? Did it come in handy?”
As soon as she heard him talk about it, Christine White nodded her head in a hurry, “Pie, I heard very useful information.”
“That’s good, then it looks like I’ve done you a favor.” Ives Norton laughed softly.
Christine White scratched her head, “You were a big help, if it wasn’t for you I probably wouldn’t have heard those messages.”
“Oh, anyway, good that it worked, what else do you have next?” Ives Norton picked up a folder on his desk and clipped it to his armpit.
Christine White knew he was going to be busy and waved her hand, “Nothing much, I’m here to get rid of you on this matter.”
“Well, then I’m off to the Appraisal Section.” Ives Norton nodded.
Christine White grabbed the corner of his white coat, “Ives, when will the results be in?”
“How long do you expect?” Ives Norton glanced at her hand and asked without answering.
Christine White looked him straight in the eye and slowly spat out four words, “The sooner the better!”
“Okay, I’ll let you know the results tomorrow.” Ives Norton promised.
Christine White let go of his white coat in relief, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, are you going back next?” Hugh Dong raised his wrist and looked at his watch.
Christine White blinked, “It’s time to go back, I have a few things to do back there.”
She’s going to export the recording from the listening device.
“Good, then be careful on the road.” Ives Norton barked.
Christine White tightened the bag on her shoulder and left the hospital.
Back in her apartment, she didn’t even change her shoes before hurrying into her room, turning on the computer in her room, and then tapping on the listening device to listen to the recordings inside.
There are too many recordings, the vast majority of them are useless, after all, the listening device is turned on all day, naturally all the sound is recorded, visible recording a lot in it.
Luckily it was possible to fast-forward though, and Christine White dragged her mouse to pull the recording right up to the moment Hugh Dong arrived, and then everything he said was channeled and saved in a folder.
With that done, she stretched, her entire being instantly more relaxed.
The next step is to wait for the results of the appraisal.
At the thought, Christine White pounded her shoulders and looked outside the balcony again, realizing that before she knew it, it was actually getting dark.
Christine White hastily glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer and exclaimed, “It’s actually already seven o’clock …”
No wonder I feel a little hungry!
Christine White rubbed her stomach, stretched again, and got up to go to the kitchen to get food.
After dinner and another shower, it was almost almost ten o’clock.
She yawned and prepared to go to bed, but just as she lay down on the bed, she suddenly thought of yesterday’s incident, and she hurriedly got out of bed again and walked out to the balcony, propping herself up on the balcony railing to look downstairs to see if there was that familiar vehicle downstairs.
Just in case Baird Lane comes by without saying hello like he did yesterday and refuses to leave, that’s not good.
With this thought, Christine White looked downstairs with extra seriousness, but after several minutes of watching, she did not see Baird Lane’s car before she retracted her head with confidence and went back to her room.
It’s that time of night. I don’t think he’s coming tonight.