Christine White nodded her head affirmatively, “Really!”
Seeing how insistent she was, Baird Lane had no choice but to take her word for it and not press the issue, walking over to the cooler chair she’d just sat on and sitting down, glancing up at the red light on the resuscitation room door, his eyes darkening as he asked, “What the hell’s going on?”
Christine White kept her head down and told the whole story of what had happened.
Baird Lane hammered his fist on the cooler underneath him as he listened, “Damn it!”
It was definitely planned!
That driver, he was after Christine White’s life.
As for why Hugh Dong was the one who ended up fighting, he could probably guess why.
With Hugh Dong there, and the fact that the driver was injured at the time, it was unlikely that he could kill Christine White, so he took the nearest Hugh Dong with the mindset that taking one is one.
Christine White, who had calmed down for the moment, was naturally able to think about all this, so at the moment she felt guilty, so guilty that she didn’t have the face to look at Baird Lane and talk.
“I’m sorry, Hugh Dong did it all to save me, if it wasn’t for me he wouldn’t have gotten shot, it’s all my fault …” Christine White covered her face and cried as she apologized.
Baird Lane looked at her, his thin lips moving a few times to say something, but ultimately saying nothing.
Does he blame her?
Maybe there was, after all, his own brother, whom he had managed to find with great difficulty, was now lying in the resuscitation room in a state of uncertainty in order to save her, and it was impossible for him not to be angry and resentful in his heart.
But at the same time, it was clear to him that she was innocent as well, because the Dongs or The Bort Family were behind the murder, and she was in the crosshairs of the Dongs and The Bort Family because of The Lane Family.
Thinking of this, Baird Lane closed his eyes fiercely, barely suppressing the various emotions churning inside, and said in a faint voice, “Alright, don’t cry for now, and quietly wait for the results of Nigel’s surgery.”
“Uhm …” Christine White lowered her head and answered in a thin, mosquito-like voice, then stood to the side, not daring to make a sound.
Neither of them spoke after that, both waiting in silence for the light on the resuscitation room door to go out.
But after waiting for a long time and not seeing the lights go out, Baird Lane couldn’t help but start to get moody, with worry written all over his clenched brow.
Because normal people know that the lights in the resuscitation room, the longer they stay on, it means that the person being resuscitated, the more dangerous it is.
“How long has Nigel been in there anyway?” Baird Lane asked, glancing at his watch.
Christine White followed suit and looked back, “Two and a half hours …”
I can’t believe it’s taken so long!
Baird Lane has his fists closed.
At that moment, two or three footsteps sounded.
Baird Lane turned his head along with Christine White to see three officers coming this way.
“Ms. White?” The older officer in charge asked, looking at Christine White.
Christine White nodded, “It’s me.”
“Hello, you called the police about the car accident earlier …”
“Did you find out anything?” Christine White interrupted impatiently.
The older officer didn’t care and shook his head, “I’m sorry Ms. White, it’s too short of a time to find out anything at the moment, but after looking at the surveillance, all we can say for sure is that the driver who hit you was, indeed, headed for you.”
“That I know.” Christine White nodded, “But what I’m more interested in knowing is, did you find out who was behind that driver?”
She wanted to find out if the person behind the driver was sent by Owen Dong or Leo Bort or Molly Bort.
However, the police officer regretfully sighed, “Christine White, I can understand your feelings, but there are even fewer useful clues at the moment, for a period of time, we can’t find out who’s behind it at all, that’s why we came to find you, we also want to get more clues from you, can you come with us? We want to take you to the police station to make a statement.”
“So …” Christine White dropped her eyelids in disappointment, “Fine, I’ll go with you guys, but first you tell me, how’s the driver doing?”
That driver was taken to another resuscitation room, where she has been waiting for Hugh Dong’s results, and does not yet know the driver’s condition.
“That driver …. is dead.” The officer replied.
Christine White was surprised, and even Baird Lane raised an eyebrow.
“Dead?”
“Yes, that driver had his entire body shattered internally and passed away during resuscitation.” The police officer explained.
Christine White just feels great when she hears this.
“Baird, I’ll go with them, I’m counting on you here.”
Baird Lane hmmm’d, “You go ahead, I’ll have Gates over at the station with you later.”
“Good …” Christine White nodded and then followed the three officers.
Gates arrived quickly, almost at the same time that Christine White had just arrived at the police station.
With Gates accompanying her, Christine White was spared the anxiety and nervousness that comes with being alone, so the deposition went smoothly, though it took a little longer than it should have.
By the time she got back to the hospital, it was afternoon.
As soon as she got out of the car, she hurried toward the hospital doors, and Gates couldn’t even pull her back, and it was only at the elevator entrance that he finally called out to her.
“Ma’am, don’t run too fast.” Gates panted.
Christine White fought back the pain in her belly and answered with the same gasp, “I’d like to go to the resuscitation room and see what the results are.”
“Then you shouldn’t go, you should go to ICU, the second youngest’s surgery is over, and the man is now in ICU,” Gates said as he raised his hand to check the shout on his forehead.
Christine White’s brain jolted as she grabbed him by the shoulders and asked eagerly, “What do you mean, Hugh Dong’s surgery is over, when?”
“Two hours ago.” Gates was dizzy from her shaking.
Christine White blinked, “Baird told you?”
Gates nodded, “That’s right.”
“Yeah well …,” Christine White let go of him, in a somewhat depressed mood.
Baird Lane called to tell Gates and didn’t even call to tell her, which she couldn’t help but think about more.
He must hate her, that’s why he doesn’t call her.
Thinking about it, Christine White’s heart clogged up a bit, along with her stomach hurting even more, she sucked in her breath and grabbed the clothes on her stomach, trying not to care about the pain in her stomach, and asked with a hard look on her face, “Which ICU is it in, take me there!”
“Okay.” Gates nodded, then ummed a floor.
A few minutes later, ICU arrived.
Christine White saw Baird Lane standing outside, stoically looking through the glass at the man lying in the ICU, his body overflowing with depression.
“Baird…” Christine White called out to him softly, striding over to him.
Baird Lane looked back at her, “Back?”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White nodded, then followed the same line of sight he turned back to look inside the ICU.
Hugh Dong is lying on the hospital bed, with a ventilator, a face pale without the slightest blood color, looking very scary.
Such Hugh Dong made Christine White’s heart filled with guilt and guilt, her hand on the glass gradually gathered and clenched, her throat clogged as she asked, “How is he?”
Baird Lane replied with his thin lips pursed, “Ives said the bullet almost grazed Nigel’s heart.”
“Grazed? That means the bullet didn’t hit the heart, and he’ll be okay, right?” Christine White’s eyes erupted with a hopeful light.
Baird Lane’s eyelids drooped and he was suddenly silent.
Seeing him like this, Christine White’s heart snapped, realizing what was happening, and the hope in her eyes gradually dissipated, the
“Baird, are there other questions?” She asked.
Baird Lane hammered the glass in front of him, his eyes scarlet, “Nigel’s life was indeed saved, but the bullet injured one of Nigel’s nerves that connects to the brain, and Ives Norton said there’s a chance Nigel may never wake up again.”
“Can’t wake up?” Christine White swayed as well, her pupils dilated, “You mean he became a vegetable?”