Hopefully Gates will go over there this time, and Molly Bort, along with the driver, will be honest about everything.
Otherwise, his methods would definitely not be as simple as mental torture, as well as breaking a pair of legs.
At that thought, Baird Lane exhaled wearily, raised his hand and hammered his head, which was on the verge of exploding with pain, then got up and went downstairs.
Downstairs in the living room, Aunt Lucy is sitting on the couch, staring, not even noticing that Baird Lane has walked in front of her.
It was only when Baird Lane finally called out to her that she came back to her senses.
“When did you come down, sir?” Aunt Lucy asked hastily, wiping the corners of her eyes with the hem of her apron.
Baird Lane sat down holding onto the arm of the couch, “Just got down.”
Aunt Lucy looked at him a little very white and not looking quite right, the whole thing tensed up, “What’s wrong with you sir?”
Something has happened to Mrs., and she’s still alive or dead.
She really didn’t want Mr. to fall too.
“I’m fine, just a headache, got any medicine?” Baird Lane asked, knocking his eyes slightly.
Aunt Lucy nodded her head back and forth, “Yes, there’s medicine for headaches, I’ll get it.”
With that, she darted to the kitchen and brought out the medicine chest.
There was medicine for almost everything in the medicine chest, and Aunt Lucy rummaged around before she found something for her headache.
She poured out two pellets for Baird Lane.
Baird Lane took it and looked at it twice, then put it straight into his mouth and swallowed it dry, dispensing with even water.
Taking the pills, he leaned back on the couch, squeezing his eyes shut as he waited for them to take effect.
Almost half an hour had passed, and Baird Lane’s tightly knit brows were gradually loosening.
Aunt Lucy saw this and poured a cup of hot water over to her, “Better, sir?”
Baird Lane took two sips of the hot water, “It doesn’t hurt as much as it did earlier.”
“That’s good.” Aunt Lucy nodded, but wasn’t reassured, caring and persuasive, “A good headache like that, sir, why don’t I have Dr. Norton come over and take a look at you?”
“No need.” Baird Lane waved his hand in refusal.
“But …”
Aunt Lucy was about to say something when Gates returned, “President Lane, that driver has been dealt with.”
He said it lightly, as if breaking a person’s leg was just a trivial matter.
But for Baird Lane and Gates, this kind of thing, too, is really just a small thing.
They just broke the leg, there was no killing.
What’s more, they’re still justified in retaliating.
“Was Molly Bort frightened?” Instead of asking how the driver was doing now, Baird Lane took the lead in asking about Molly Bort.
Gates pushed up his glasses, “Molly Bort is so shaken up, her stomach is a little sore, President Lane, want a doctor?”
A cool curve pulled at the corner of Baird Lane’s mouth, “No need.”
“But what if she miscarries?” Gates looked at him.
Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “Then it’s her own fault.”
All right!
Gates shrugged his shoulders a little, since his boss had said so, so what could he say.
“This time, did they give a truthful account?” Baird Lane picked up the glass of water he had just set down and took another sip.
Gates pursed his lips in shame, “It’s still the same answer, even when I had that driver’s legs broken and scared Molly Bort to the point of possible miscarriage, they still said that the lady got out of the car on her own, so President Lane, I’m wondering if maybe they weren’t lying and it really was the lady getting out of the car on her own? ”
“That’s absolutely impossible!” Baird Lane still vetoed.
He would never believe Christine White.
“So President Lane, what do we do next, these two have been subjected to two interrogations and they both still have the same answers, even on a third interrogation, the results are expected to be the same.” Gates asked Baird Lane for instructions.
Baird Lane mused for a few seconds, “Keep that driver in custody for now, no food will be given, and as for Molly Bort, take her to Leo Bort first.”
“Leo Bort?” asked Gates, not quite understanding what he meant by this.
Baird Lane’s thin lips parted and he spat out four simple words, “Property transfer!”
He investigated and learned that Leo Bort had transferred half of the property in his name to Molly Bort.
This time he had the father and daughter meet for the sole purpose of getting them to sign the property transfer letter and transfer all the property in their names to Christine White’s name, as Leo Bort had promised.
It was Leo Bort himself who said that he would agree to give Christine White a share of the family property as long as he rescued Molly Bort, and now that Molly Bort had been rescued by him, it was only natural that he should ask Leo Bort to fulfill his promise by signing the transmittal book first, and then have Christine White sign it when he found her, at which time the legal effect of the transmittal would be take effect immediately.
Gates left again, and Baird Lane didn’t stay in the parlor much longer, going upstairs a while later.
The headache medicine he had taken had an ingredient of hypnotic medicine in it, and at this moment the medicine was in full effect, making his head not hurt anymore but he was also drowsy, and even his limbs were starting to get weak, with not much strength left.
So much so that when he walked to the bed, he tripped over the foot of the bed, and his tall body just collapsed onto the bed, unable to move, and eventually passed out.
Shortly after he passed out, the cell phone he had previously left on the bed suddenly lit up, followed by a pleasant ringtone.
But after ringing for a long time without waking Baird Lane, the phone was hung up by the caller.
“What’s wrong?” Christine White’s expression was a little subtle as she watched Bess Camp take the phone off her ear, “He didn’t answer?”
“So far, it seems so.”
Bess Camp spread his hands at her regretfully.
Christine White barely managed to squeeze out a smile, “I see, never mind then, next time.”
She just couldn’t resist the urge to hear Baird Lane’s voice, and prayed that Bess Camp would fulfill her wish by calling Baird Lane under the name of a corporate partnership.
Turns out no one actually answered.
“Maybe President Lane is asleep, it’s so late after all.” Bess Camp nodded at her wristwatch.
Christine White looks out the window, her voice drifting away, “Maybe …”
“Then you should get some early rest and refreshment too, I want you to do me a favor tomorrow.” Bess Camp smiled at her as she put away her cell phone and admonished her.
Christine White turned her head back, “A favor? What favor?”
“You’ll find out tomorrow, so good night.” Bess Camp soldiered on, just not saying anything, and turned toward the door.
Christine White was curious but didn’t call out to him with the intention of having to ask for clarification, and when she saw the door to her room close, she yawned, rubbed her pillow, and closed her eyes to sleep.
The next day, Christine White woke up at nine in the morning.
After a night of recuperation, she was much better and was able to get out of bed and go to the washroom to wash up.
By the time she washed up and came out, the maid had even served her breakfast.
So attentive and thoughtful was the care that Christine White was embarrassed for a handful of moments, but eventually accepted it.
“Where’s your Camp Chief?” Christine White asked suddenly as she picked up a glass of milk and took a sip.
She remembered that Bess Camp had asked her for a favor last night and said she’d tell her today, and didn’t know exactly what she wanted her to do.
But no matter what the favor was, she couldn’t go back on her word this time, she had to help.
Otherwise she spits on herself.
“Chief Camp is in the study, chatting with the old madam about the video, if Ms. White has something for our Chief Camp, I’ll go and ask Chief Camp.” The servant said, and was about to go out to help her find someone.
Christine White sees this and stops it, “No, he’s talking to his family, so I’ll leave him alone.”
“Interrupting what?” Her words had barely left her mouth when Bess Camp’s voice came through the door.