With her mind read, Christine White opened her mouth in mild surprise before finally nodding heavily, “Yes, I want to know how Baird is doing now.”
“I knew you’d ask that when you woke up.” Bess Camp straightened the hem of her shirt.
Christine White’s eyes glowed, “So, you asked around for me?”
“That’s right.” Bess Camp nodded.
“So … That Baird he is now …”
“He’s fine, just a little shaken up from learning during the day that you might have been buried in the fire and had someone keep looking for you at the scene.” Bess Camp said, “It’s the babysitter at your house who’s blaming herself.”
“Did you say Aunt Lucy?”
“Yes, she always thought it was her fault, that she shouldn’t have believed that phone call, that if she hadn’t gone out there, she wouldn’t have been knocked out, you wouldn’t have been taken away, and none of what followed would have happened.”
Hearing this, Christine White’s eyes reddened, “Aunt Lucy …”
She didn’t realize that her accident would have such an impact on Aunt Lucy.
Dang!
There was a sudden knock on the door.
Bess Camp got up and went over to open the door, his assistant stood outside, “Bess Camp, we have news from the scene, the fire marshal found a body in the corner of a burned out warehouse.”
“A body?” Christine White exclaimed before Bess Camp could say anything, then thought of something and asked in a bit of a panic, “Who was the body?”
The assistant glanced at Bess Camp.
Bess Camp nods.
Only then did the assistant pick up, “It’s unclear at the moment, the body was so charred that it was impossible to recognize the face, only that it was a male.”
“Male …” Christine White murmured those two words, her mind thunderstruck, and her face, which had managed to regain a bit of its blood color, turned green and white once again.
Bess Camp looked at her like this and a glint swept under her eyes, “What, you know who it is?”
Christine White’s eyes were hollow and her body was shaking slightly, as if she was terrified, and it took a long time for her voice to find its way back, “If I’m not mistaken, it’s my brother …”
“Your brother?” Bess Camp raised an eyebrow and quickly responded, “The one who tied you up?”
“It’s him …” Christine White closed her eyes in pain.
She didn’t realize that Mick White was actually dead, burned alive by the fire!
For a moment, Christine White’s heart was filled with sadness.
How Mick White died …
Isn’t it said that a thousand years of evil will follow, and that Molly Bort and Leo Bort are still alive after all the bad things they’ve done, so how come it’s his turn to die?
She hated Mick White, she hated him with a passion, but she didn’t want him to die.
Christine White wanted to cry a little.
She raised her arm to cover her eyes, tears sliding down the corners of her eyes under the cover of her arm, dripping down onto the pillow haloing and wetting a large portion of it.
“Mick …” She pronounced the name sadly.
It is said that people die like lamps, and at this moment, she could clearly feel that all her hatred for Mick White had dissipated at once.
And without the hatred, her mind drifted back to those warm and happy memories with Mick White when she was a child.
She regretted, really regretted, if she hadn’t handed Christine White over to that trafficker back then, wouldn’t they have come into this, wouldn’t they have been bonded siblings all along.
Unfortunately, there are no ifs, much less regrets.
Thinking about this, Christine White could no longer suppress her inner pain, and went from shedding silent tears, to crying out loud.
Bess Camp’s usual gentle and calm face showed a touch of bemusement when he saw her crying so hard.
“That … Don’t you cry.” Bess Camp wanted to comfort Christine White, but she cried like this and didn’t know how to comfort her, finally after thinking about it, she opened her mouth and said, “The doctor said that you are not in good health, the fetus image is still unstable, and your emotions are not quite able to be agitated, so don’t cry, if you cry too much you will easily miscarry.”
“…” At these words, Christine White was quite speechless in her mind, and her sobs stuttered.
She knew he was comforting her, telling her not to cry.
But why did his reassurances sound so awkward?
Despite her thoughts, though, Christine White really took Bess Camp’s words to heart, and took several big, deep breaths for the sake of the baby in her belly, forcefully stopping her crying.
“Mr. Toki.” She lowered the arm covering her eyes and opened a pair of reddened eyes to look at the man beside the bed, “Can you please get out? I’d like to be alone for a while.”
Mick White’s death hit her a little hard.
She needs to take a breather.
“Okay, I’ll head out, call me if you need anything.” Bess Camp agreed cheerfully, handing her a clean tissue before turning and heading out of the room.
After going out, the assistant walked beside him, “Mr. Camp, the person we sent over to inquire about the president of The Lane Family was discovered by the special assistant of the president of The Lane Family.”
“It’s only natural that they found out, the people I sent over to ask around were asking around openly, not sneaking around, so who wouldn’t be able to find out?” Bess Camp did not feel the slightest thought at this news.
The assistant rubbed his nose, “Also.”
“Did President Lane’s assistant say anything?” Bess Camp asked lightly as she came down the stairs, walked over to the couch and sat down, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
The assistant stood in front of him, “Didn’t say anything, just asked whose people it was, and when we found out it was us that sent them there, Special Assistant Gates let our people go.”
“I know, give me the phone, anyways it’s rude of us to pry into someone’s privacy, we should apologize.” Bess Camp ordered as she took a sip of her coffee.
The assistant handed the phone over with both hands.
Bess Camp took it and flipped out a number to dial.
“President Lane, it’s the Camp Chief of The Camp Family overseas.” Seeing Baird Lane standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out with a distant gaze and a lonely back, with no intention of answering the phone, Gates couldn’t help but scan the caller ID and remind.
Yet Baird Lane remained unresponsive, spitting out two words without looking back, “No answer!”
Gates gritted his teeth and insisted, “President Lane you might as well answer it, I caught a man outside the villa just now, that man was sent here by Chief Camp to inquire about your news.”
“Inquiring about me?” Baird Lane finally turned his head this time.
Gates was startled by the wilt on his face and quickly lowered his head, “Yes, Chief Camp knows everything that happened today too.”
My God, how long has it been, less than a day, since President Lane went into decline?
Is it surprising that the possibility of losing his wife has hit him so hard?
“Give me that!” Baird Lane, unaware of what was going on in Gates’ mind, held out his hand toward him.
Gates snapped back to his senses and hurriedly handed over his cell phone.
Baird Lane reached for his cell phone and glanced at the caller ID before dropping his eyelids and answering the call.
“President Lane? This is Bess Camp,” came the clear voice of Bess Camp on the other end of the line.
Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed into a straight line and he didn’t respond.
Bess Camp, however, was already sure that it was him who answered the phone and stopped with the pleasantries and got down to business, “President Lane, I’m sorry to bother you this late, but I’m making this call to apologize for sending one of the guys over to the lobby earlier to hear from you, and I’m really sorry.”
“So why are you prying into me?” Baird Lane, his face frosty, finally opened his mouth, but his voice was cold enough to freeze.
But Bess Camp was unaffected, instead, he even laughed lightly twice, “It’s like this, I heard that President Lane you had a big incident during the day, so I was a little worried that if something happened to you, that would inevitably affect the cooperation between our two families, so that’s why I specially let someone go over to inquire about it, and after learning that you’re not in any trouble, I’m relieved. ”
“Yeah? …” Baird Lane narrowed his lifeless eyes.
While the man’s reasoning made sense, he always felt something was wrong.