Hugh Dong tightened his grip on his chopsticks and sneered, “Escaping from what?”
“Escape the fact that you’re my brother, that you’re from The Lane Family!” Baird Lane looked at him for an instant.
Hugh Dong’s eyes flashed and he immediately put his head away, “Nothing!”
“Then talk to me!” Baird Lane pressed.
Hugh Dong didn’t speak again this time, slightly lowering his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
Baird Lane saw this and stopped talking, withdrawing his gaze from looking at him.
In the time that followed, the atmosphere at the table was quiet, and the silence was rather uncomfortable.
Christine White didn’t even feel like she was having breakfast, but some big serious meeting.
At the meeting, she was a minor role, these two brothers, the A and B of the cooperation, or the A and B that didn’t come to terms.
She was afraid the two of them would fight.
But fortunately, it was just her overthinking, until after breakfast, the two of them didn’t fight, they just stared at each other for a few seconds before heading towards the study unanimously, and by the looks of it, they should have gone to talk.
I just don’t know if, as a result of the final conversation, Hugh Dong will accept himself for who he is.
Let’s hope Baird Lane succeeds.
With that thought, Christine White sighed softly and began to gather the dishes from the table and take them to the kitchen to be washed.
After washing the dishes, she went back to her room and changed into a different set of clothes and put on a light makeup.
When she came out again with her bag, the door of the study also happened to open, and Baird Lane and Hugh Dong came out one after the other.
Christine White saw this and asked, “Are you guys done talking?”
Baird Lane pauses and hmmm’s.
Hugh Dong nodded at her as well.
Christine White frowned, her eyes carefully running between the two men, trying to see how the atmosphere was different after the talk.
Looking around, however, she didn’t notice anything different.
Did Baird Lane fail and Hugh Dong still has no intention of accepting his identity?
As he was thinking, Hugh Dong suddenly spoke, “I’m leaving first, if I don’t go back for two or three days, Owen Dong will be suspicious, I’ll keep an eye on that side, you arrange for manpower as soon as possible, we’ll work together inside and outside, we should be able to succeed.”
“Okay, take care of yourself.” Baird Lane nodded.
Hugh Dong hmmm’d, pulled the door open and walked out.
Seeing this, Christine White’s little mouth dropped open, “You … You guys reconciled?”
Baird Lane nodded, “He’s from The Lane Family and deserves to be back in The Lane Family.”
Christine White blinks, “So what did you tell him that he accepted who he was so quickly?”
If she had known, she wouldn’t have persuaded him in the first place, she would have let him do all the persuading.
As soon as he was persuaded, Hugh Dong stepped over to this side.
On the contrary, she had persuaded her for so long, but it was of no use at all… Was it true that they were blood brothers?
Christine White thought tearfully.
Baird Lane walked over to the heel of the couch and stepped off, “Talked about some of what needed to be talked about, but you, you’re going out?”
He couldn’t help but frown as he looked at her small, made-up face.
Christine White didn’t mean to hide anything from him and nodded, “Well, it’s my dad’s birthday today and I’m going to make a trip over there to find out one thing instantly.”
“What is it?” Baird Lane asked.
Christine White’s eyelids drooped, her peripheral emotions not quite steady, “One thing that shocked me, yet amused me, you know? I’m not a daughter of The White Family.”
Crackle!
The glass of water on the coffee table was knocked over by Baird Lane, and water ran down the edge of the coffee table onto the carpet, dampening it.
Christine White was startled and quickly stepped over, picked up the carton, brushed it and drew several sheets of paper in a row, then crouched down on the floor to help him clean up the mess.
After cleaning up, she threw the used paper towels into the trash can, stood up and asked, “What happened to you? Why did you spill your cup for a good reason?”
Baird Lane didn’t answer her question, narrowing his phoenix eyes to stare intently into her face, “How do you know you’re not a daughter of The White Family, and who told you that?”
“Who else could it be, that idiot Mick White, he called me yesterday and demanded money in disguise, I didn’t give it to him, and in his annoyance, he let it slip.” Christine White replied mockingly as she sat down on the sofa opposite him.
Baird Lane pursed his lips, “So you want to go back to The White Family , and figure out what this is all about?”
“Pretty much, mostly, or I want to know who my real parents are, why I’m in The White Family , and why they didn’t raise me!” Christine White clenched her fists and said with some excitement in her voice.
Baird Lane looked at her with complexity, “Maybe they are not in a position to support you?”
“Hey?” Christine White froze, then looked up, “When you say that, do you know something?”
Baird Lane is silent.
Christine White’s pupils quivered at the sight of him, and her body tensed.
She subconsciously grabbed the arm of the couch and stared at him intently, “Baird Lane, you really do know don’t you, and because you do, that’s why you’re silent.”
Baird Lane’s thin lips parted slightly, “I was going to wait until later to tell you, but now that you know, I’ll tell you that you are indeed not The White Family daughter, and that I knew a long time ago.”
“A long time ago?” Christine White’s small face was stunned, “How early?”
“Remember the older woman in the country? She made a point of talking to me alone the day before we went back to town.”
Christine White nodded, “Remember, she told you that?”
“That’s right!”
“But she … And how does she know …”
“Not only does she know, but the whole village knows who you are.” Baird Lane said.
Christine White’s face went white, “The entire population knows … I’m the only one who doesn’t know ….”
“The reason that older woman told me all this, besides not being able to look at that couple from The White Family, was that she felt sorry for you and wanted me to help you find your real parents, so when I got back to town, I had Gates look into it.” Baird Lane folded his legs.
Christine White clenched her fists and asked urgently, “What happened, looking for a fight?”
“Found it.” Baird Lane gazed into her eyes.
Christine White’s little mouth twitched, tempted to ask who they were.
But I don’t know why, when the words came to her mouth, she suddenly chickened out, couldn’t ask, and began to be afraid in her heart.
Fear that I was actually thrown away by them or given to The White Family.
“Why don’t you ask?” Baird Lane could see Christine White’s hesitation and took the initiative to open up.
Christine White’s throat caught, “I …”
“Don’t you want to know who they are?”
“I want to!” Christine White replied hastily, but in the next moment she looked grim again, “But I’m scared … Scared of them …”
“Your real mother is dead!” Baird Lane interrupted her.
Christine White’s body froze and for a moment she couldn’t believe what she was hearing, “What did you say? Passed away?”
“Yes, passed away over twenty years ago.” Baird Lane returned.
“How can this be …” Christine White’s body swayed, her eyes blackened a little, her whole body was shocked, her complexion was frozen in disbelief that this was true.
How did he pass away?
She thought about the many possibilities, about the fact that her birth parents might not have had the money to support her before they gave her to The White Family.
I also thought that they might be as patriarchal as The White Family, wanting a son so they wouldn’t raise her as a daughter.
It had also occurred to me that she hadn’t had some kind of illness when she was a child and they had given her up because they were worried about not being able to raise her, but the only thing that hadn’t occurred to me was the passing away bit!
“Passed away … Surprisingly passed away …” Christine White muttered lowering her head, both hands gripping her hair tightly in an emotional grip.
Baird Lane, knowing she was not feeling well at the moment, got up and walked over to her and knelt down in front of her, taking her body carefully into his arms, “You have actually met your real mother.”
“When?” Christine White asked after him with tears in her eyes as she let go of her hair and lifted her head from his arms.