And where did the person who sent the text message get the idea that she wasn’t a daughter of The White Family?
All these suspicions grouped together make one feel uncertain and apprehensive inside.
“Let’s just hope it’s not from anyone other than the Dongs and The Bort Family …” Christine White muttered as she gripped her cell phone tightly.
She would have preferred the two missives to have been sent by the Dongs or Leo Bort and his daughter, at least that way she knew they were the ones trying to screw up.
But if it wasn’t them, if it was someone else, she was a little unsure what to do.
With the Dong family and The Bort Family, she’s already overwhelmed with defense, so she really doesn’t want to add any more enemies that she doesn’t know about and that are hiding in the shadows.
Sighing softly, Christine White let go of her cell phone and rubbed her temples as she sat down and began to ponder the news that Mick White had just revealed.
Mick White said she was adopted, so what family did the couple from The White Family, adopt her from?
An orphanage?
Or did her real parents give her to The White Family to raise, because they didn’t want her anymore?
Christine White’s heart sank at the thought, and all the blood began to dissipate from her small face.
After all, no one wants their biological parents, to give themselves away!
But that’s just her guess, and it remains to be found out if it was actually given to The White Family , or if there was some other reason for it!
And the key players are The White Family, the couple who must know, who her real parents are!
“Phew…” Tightening her palms, Christine White took a deep breath and organized her inner mess for the time being before taking out a pen and paper from the drawer underneath the coffee table and leaving a message for Hugh Dong before picking up her bag and heading out the door, ready to buy two sets of clothes for the couple from The White Family.
Anyway, now that she hadn’t severed ties with The White Family, legally they were still her parents, and it was her parents’ birthday and she should show it, so the dress was still the right thing to buy.
When tomorrow rolled around, she planned to make a personal trip to The White Family, using her birthday for Father White as an excuse to ask for clarification on who her real parents really were!
Regardless of the reasons her biological parents did not raise her, she has a right to know who they are.
It was six o’clock in the evening when I finished shopping for clothes.
It was completely dark by the time Christine White got back to her apartment.
She placed a couple of bags in her hands on the shoe cabinet while turning the light on, then changed her shoes while glancing around the living room.
The living room was quiet, not a soul in sight, even on the coffee table, the note she had left was still in that spot, pressed down by a glass of water, no one had picked it up to read it.
This shows that Hugh Dong has not woken up since she left until now.
She didn’t mean to disturb him, and at the door of his room, opened it and looked in, saw that he was sleeping heavily, and turned to go back to her room to wash up.
Christine White woke up early the next day.
She casually cleaned up and yawned as she walked out of her room, her throat suddenly choking on her saliva when she saw the man sitting on the couch, “When did you get here?”
Baird Lane put down the magazine he was holding and looked toward her, “Half an hour ago.”
“Half an hour ago?” Christine White hastily craned her head to look at the big clock on the wall; it was only eight o’clock, which meant that he’d been here since seven-thirty.
“You’re early, then.” Christine White smiled.
Baird Lane lifted his chin haughtily, “Good thing it’s early in the day.”
Christine White gave a vague oh and pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, “Have you had breakfast yet? I’ll even call yours if you haven’t.”
“No, I’ve had someone go buy it, it should …”
Ding Dong!
The crisp ringing of the doorbell interrupted Baird Lane at just the right time.
Baird Lane’s handsome face darkened and Christine White looked at him like that and laughed nonchalantly, “Pfft … I’ll get it.”
She put her cell phone away and walked quickly toward the door.
Two minutes later, she returned wringing a large bag.
Seeing that the man was still upset, she cried and laughed as she coaxed, “Okay, don’t be angry, it’s just being interrupted, it’s not like there hasn’t been one before, go and see if Hugh Dong has woken up yet, if he hasn’t wake up, wake him up, he’s slept from yesterday afternoon until now, it’s already been long enough, and it’s not good for his health to go back to sleep.”
“Well!” Baird Lane answered with pursed thin lips, rising and heading toward Hugh Dong’s room.
A short while later, he came over.
Christine White put down the chopsticks in her hand and looked at him, “Well? Awake?”
“Uh, washing up.” Baird Lane replied tersely as he pulled a chair over and sat down.
Christine White glanced towards the door of Hugh Dong’s room, then retracted her gaze and handed him a pair of chopsticks, “You’re here so early today because you want to have a good talk with him, right?”
Baird Lane nodded noncommittally, “Not bad.”
“And will he agree to talk to you?” Christine White asked.
Baird Lane picked up his soup and took a sip, “He didn’t have a choice, and he can’t run away from it for the rest of his life.”
“That said, I’m just worried I’ll push him too hard …” Christine White sighs.
Baird Lane lowered his eyelids, “It’s okay, I’ve got it covered.”
“Well then, since you’ve made up your own mind, I won’t ask, but did you find Owen Dong and the others after what happened yesterday?” Christine White looked into the man’s eyes.
The man gripped his chopsticks tightly, “No, by the time he chased after them, the person had already run away.”
“I knew it.” Christine White spread her hands, not the least bit surprised by the outcome.
She had guessed yesterday that he would make the trip for nothing.
“It’s still up to Hugh Dong to find Owen Dong.” Christine White looked at Hugh Dong who came out of the room and said meaningfully.
Baird Lane followed her line of sight and turned his head to see Hugh Dong, lightly opening his thin lips to initiate a greeting, “Coming?”
Hugh Dong didn’t respond as if he hadn’t heard, pulling his eyelids in a shrug.
Baird Lane darkened his face, looking a little displeased.
Christine White saw that the two people’s situation was tense, so she hurriedly coughed lightly twice and smiled to ease the atmosphere, “That … Hugh Dong, come over and eat breakfast now.”
She waved at Hugh Dong.
Hugh Dong smiled at her and headed toward the table.
Christine White got up and pulled out a chair for him.
Hugh Dong, however, after glancing at Baird Lane sitting next to his chair, refuses the chair she pulls out and walks over to the other side of the table and sits down himself as if Baird Lane is some kind of virus, staying away.
Baird Lane could see that Hugh Dong just didn’t want to be next to him, and instantly his face sank, and after a cold grunt, he picked up his chopsticks to eat his own food.
Hugh Dong on the other side did the same, eating his own food and ignoring no one or talking.
The two men had made the atmosphere at the table extraordinarily stiff, and Christine White rubbed her temples with a headache, thinking that she had just eased up for nothing.
She had deliberately pulled out the chair next to Baird Lane just now so that the two brothers could sit together, get close, and have something to talk about.
I didn’t realize that Hugh Dong didn’t appreciate any of it and had no intention of getting close to Baird Lane, and Baird Lane, who just sulked and didn’t know how to fight for it, was really a worry.
“Hugh Dong!” cried Christine White, suddenly out of breath.
Hugh Dong looked at her along with Baird Lane.
Christine White glanced at Baird Lane out of the corner of her eye, “After breakfast, why don’t you stay put for now.”
“What’s wrong?” Hugh Dong finally opened his mouth and said his first words of the morning.
Christine White quietly pointed to Baird Lane, “Your brother he … isn t, Baird he wants to talk to you.”
“Talk about it?” Hugh Dong pursed his lips at Baird Lane, his voice cold and hard, “I don’t think I have anything to talk to him about!”
“Are you trying to escape?” Baird Lane’s eyes darkened as he gazed at him in displeasure.