“It’s me.” A familiar male voice rang through the door.
It’s Ives Norton.
Christine White was surprised. What was he doing here?
Perhaps seeing the woman’s confusion, Baird Lane’s thin lips parted and spoke faintly, “I sent him.”
“Eh?” Christine White blinked, even more puzzled, “What did you send him for?”
Baird Lane lifted his chin at Hugh Dong, “Tell him to come over and show Nigel.”
“So.” Christine White nodded, “I’ll get the door then.”
With that, she got up and headed for the door.
The door opened and Ives Norton walked in wearing a white coat and carrying a medical kit, “Where is everyone?”
“Over here.” Christine White points to the couch.
Ives Norton looked over, eyes behind his glasses raised, “He’s … drunk?”
“Well, it’s not a bad way to get drunk.” Christine White nodded.
She still admires Hugh Dong, though.
It’s amazing to be here correctly when you’re this drunk.
It’s really quite remarkable, too!
“Ives, he’s in your hands.” Baird Lane spoke.
Ives Norton set down the medical kit on his shoulder, “I know, I’ll start with a routine check of his face.”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nodded while taking a few steps to the side, making room for Ives Norton to maneuver.
Christine White watched Ives Norton touching Hugh Dong’s face and realized something in her mind, walked over to Baird Lane and whispered, “You had him come here not to sober Hugh Dong up but to look at his face, huh?”
“Nigel’s had a facelift, and I need to know if there are any after-effects of his facelift.” Baird Lane returned with a cold face.
Christine White stroked her chin in realization, “I see.”
Although she had never had plastic surgery, she knew that plastic surgery was a risky thing, and many people even died on the operating table because of plastic surgery.
So even if the plastic surgery is successful, the follow-up can not be said to be risk-free, on the contrary, not only there are risks, but also pain.
You can’t laugh uncontrollably, you can’t make exaggerated expressions, and you can’t even bump into anything, or your face will be easily deformed.
Thinking about this, Christine White sighed softly and looked at Hugh Dong again.
“Well?” Seeing Ives Norton’s hand move away from Hugh Dong’s face, Baird Lane stepped forward and asked in a somewhat urgent tone.
Christine White was also looking nervously at Ives Norton, waiting for his answer.
Ives Norton shook his head with a heavy expression, “He did have plastic surgery, and the number of times and depth of the plastic surgery was more serious than I thought, I just roughly felt his bones and found that almost all of them were steel plate prostheses, with less than half of his own facial bones left.”
“What?” Christine White’s eyes widened in disbelief, “So, his face is barely original, inside and out?”
“That’s right.” Ives Norton nodded.
Christine White swallowed, “So … Well, isn’t he dangerous like that?”
“It’s not very dangerous, it’s very dangerous.” Ives Norton opened his mouth with a serious face, “Generally, when people have plastic surgery, they don’t move the bones of their face in a large area, but he moved so much, so you can imagine how much pain he endured when he did the surgery, and not only that, but his face absolutely can’t withstand the impact, or else …”
“Or what?” Baird Lane’s voice was cold and temperatureless.
Ives Norton sighed, “Otherwise the prosthesis breaks, the face collapses, and in severe cases, there’s the possibility of death on the spot.”
“Hiss …” Christine White covered her mouth in horror and drew a cold breath.
And Baird Lane could no longer suppress the monstrous anger in his heart and violently kicked the coffee table over, his eyes bursting with horrifying killing intent, “Dong, Shan!”
“Baird …” Christine White looked at him worriedly.
She knew why he was so angry.
After all, his own brother, not to mention being stolen by his enemies, but also plastic surgery into a life-threatening appearance at any time, how can he not be angry in his heart, how can he not hate!
If it were her, she would have hated to dismantle Owen Dong.
“Ives, his face, can it still be healed?” Christine White shifted her gaze to Ives Norton, looking at him expectantly.
Ives Norton shook his head, “His face will have to be like this from now on and will not be able to be operated on.”
“So … So there’s really nothing that can be done?” Christine White bit her lip, somewhat resigned.
Ives Norton sighed, “There’s really nothing I can do.”
“I know.” Christine White barely tugged at the corners of her mouth, an undisguised look of disappointment in her eyes.
Equally disappointed was Baird Lane, who clenched his fists in a death grip, the cold air emanating from his surroundings lowering the temperature of the entire living room, “Other than his face, does he have any other physical ills?”
Christine White’s little mouth dropped open when she heard this, “You’re worried that Owen Dong might inject Hugh Dong with something in order to better control him?”
It’s a situation she’s seen on TV.
Realistically, it’s not, but it’s not impossible.
Baird Lane or, “That’s what I meant.”
“I’m not sure about that, after all, there are no specialized instruments here.” Ives Norton spread his hands and replied lovingly.
Baird Lane pressed his brow, “I see, then go back to the hospital and prepare the instruments you need to use, I’ll send him there later.”
“That’s fine, I’ll leave you to it then.” Ives Norton smiled at Christine White, picked up his medical kit and headed for the door.
Not long after he left, Baird Lane was just about to call someone up to take Hugh Dong to the hospital when his cell phone suddenly rang.
He had no choice but to suppress his preparations to call out and take out his cell phone for now.
“Who is it?” Christine White poked her head toward Baird Lane to see who was calling.
“Gates,” Baird Lane didn’t hide it from her either, bringing the phone to her and showing it to her before scratching the answer button.
“President Lane, it’s not good.” Gates’ anxious voice came on the other end of the line.
Baird Lane frowned, “What happened?”
“Molly Bort has been rescued!” Gates returned, mortified.
Baird Lane’s brow jumped hard, “What did you say?”
“Molly Bort was rescued.” Gates repeated stiffly, “The man guarding Molly Bort called me just now and said that a group of men had forced their way in and taken Molly Bort away.”
Baird Lane’s face clouded over, “No one was sent after them?”
“Sent it, but didn’t chase it down, let it get away …” Gates voice is getting smaller.
Baird Lane closed his eyes hard, barely suppressing the anger in his heart, and said in a chilling voice, “Which way did they run?”
“The direction of the airport.”
“I know, I’ll be right over!” Baird Lane hung up the phone with a frosty face.
Christine White’s heart lifted at the ghastly expression on his face, “Baird, what’s wrong?”
“Molly Bort was rescued.” Baird Lane replied, narrowing his eyes.
Christine White opened her mouth, “What? How did that happen?”
Baird Lane pursed his thin lips and didn’t answer.
Christine White suddenly stomped her foot, “It must have been Leo Bort or Owen Dong, there’s no one else but them.”
“I’m going to head over there first, as for here, I’ll leave you to ask Nigel about Owen Dong’s whereabouts when he wakes up.” Baird Lane instructed.
Christine White nodded her head in agreement at first, but the next moment, the look began to be difficult.
“What’s wrong?” Baird Lane asked.
Christine White looked at Hugh Dong, “I was just worried that he wouldn’t tell me about Owen Dong’s whereabouts, he figured out his true identity but got drunk, thus showing that he cares about Owen Dong in his heart, after all, how can he say that Owen Dong has raised him for more than twenty years. ”
“Raised him for twenty years?” Baird Lane’s eyes were suddenly crimson and palpitating.