Baird Lane’s eyes flickered slightly and he clenched his back teeth without answering.
Ives Norton put his hand on his shoulder, “Baird, I know you are very sad about Christine’s accident, you don’t want to believe that she has … the truth, that’s why you’re convinced that you can get her back, but you have to realize that the truth is the truth, and fooling yourself can only fool you for a while, not forever.”
“What the hell are you trying to say?” Baird Lane’s eyes were a little red and tinted with blood.
Ives Norton sighed softly, “I’d say accept the fact that Christine is gone!”
“Accepted?” As if hearing a big joke, Baird Lane snorted, “I told you, she’s not dead! I’m here today to confirm if she has hereditary kidney failure as well, and after confirming that, I’ll also look for a suitable kidney source for her, so when she comes back, she’ll be able to have the surgery at any time!”
He was never going to believe that Christine White really died in that fire.
For him to believe, for him to accept, unless he is shown the body.
Otherwise never!
Outside, Christine White listens to what Baird Lane intends to do for herself with both emotion and bitterness.
Touched that not only does he believe she’s alive, but he’s even planning to get her a kidney.
The bitter part is that she actually has it, and it’s still hereditary!
God was really playing a trick on her, putting her in danger again and again, only to have her come back from the dead.
And each time she came back from the dead, instead of calm, she was welcomed with the next even more thrilling calamity, like this one, where she managed to survive the explosion, only to come back with the bad news of kidney failure!
Why did God play her like this!
Christine White closed her eyes and lowered her head sadly, reaching down to her waist, where her kidneys were, and dialing in her heart.
She is now very afraid, not afraid that she will die because of this disease, but afraid that if she really has this disease, she will still pass it on to the child in her belly, and then she will be too sorry for the child in her belly.
The more she thought about it, the harder it got, and Christine White was in no mood to eavesdrop any longer, stumbling towards the exit as her palms trembled and grabbed at her chest.
She wanted to find a place to calm down.
What she heard today was too much of a shock for her1
In the office, Baird Lane glanced slightly toward the door with a frown.
“Baird, what’s wrong with you?” Ives Norton sensed his movement and turned his head along with him, only to find nothing there at the door.
Baird Lane withdrew his gaze, “It’s okay, I was wondering, is there a suitable kidney source for Christine White at the hospital?”
“Are you for real?” Ives Norton frowned, “Baird, let’s not even talk about whether Christine is still alive or not, it doesn’t make a difference whether Christine inherited this or not, you’re just …” ”
“Just in case!” Baird Lane interrupted him, peremptorily, “I need a kidney, if the hospital has one, you keep it for me, and when it’s time to find her and make sure she did inherit it, you operate on her, and if she didn’t inherit it, all the better, of course.”
Ives Norton slapped his forehead with a headache, “You’re really … OK, I’ll join you in expecting Christine to be alive, but I’m afraid the kidney thing won’t be easy.”
“What?” Baird Lane’s lips pressed down.
Ives Norton lowered his eyes and said, “Christine’s blood type is unique and there are no more than a handful of people who hold it, so it’s going to be hard to find a kidney source that has a match for her, at least not for a few years.”
Baird Lane was a little displeased with the answer, but nothing much surprised.
Because Molly Bort already said so.
And it also says that the latency period is about twenty-five years, so if Christine White really inherited kidney failure, she would probably have to start in the past two years, and her kidneys would be so fast that she wouldn’t last more than a couple of years.
Does that mean only Molly Bort’s kidneys?
Baird Lane’s eyelids drooped and his blocked dark eyes flickered in and out of focus, unsure of what he was thinking.
After a while, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were cold, “I’ll do it myself about the kidney source!”
“You have an arrangement?” Ives Norton was surprised.
Baird Lane, with a shrewd glint in his eye, didn’t answer, fighting back a headache as he headed for the door.
Just outside the door, his cell phone rang.
As he walked towards the elevator, he took his phone out and looked at it before putting it to his ear.
“President Lane, I’ve found out what you asked me to find out.” Gates’ gruff voice rang out on the other end of the line.
Baird Lane’s heart sank, “And the results?”
“Molly Bort is right, almost every generation of the Ye family has someone who doesn’t live past thirty, from twenty-five onwards their bodies gradually weaken, before the eighties of the last world, the Ye family didn’t know that it was hereditary renal failure, it wasn’t until the eighties that they learned about it after medical science had advanced, but it still didn’t change the end of the Ye family’s early deaths. ”
“Because there’s no source of kidneys!” Baird Lane snapped.
Gates responded, “Yes, there’s never been a fit because of the blood type.”
“I know!” Baird Lane’s eyes narrowed, “You go over to The Bort Family villa now and tell Molly Bort I’ll be right there!”
“Yes!” Although he didn’t know what President Lane was doing meeting Molly Bort, he didn’t ask anything and nodded in response.
The call ended and Baird Lane stepped out of the elevator, then rested against the wall beside it for a moment, waiting until his spirits were no longer so tight before he reared his feet and headed for the courtyard gates.
He left in a hurry, got into his car and left.
Christine White kept looking in the direction of his car away for a long time, not withdrawing her gaze until Bess Camp pulled the door open and came up, and then her soul returned to its place.
“How long have you been waiting?” Bess Camp looked at the moody woman in the passenger seat as she buckled her seatbelt.
“It didn’t take long.” Christine White shook her head slightly, her voice a little choked, obviously having cried.
Bess Camp’s hand stopped as she was about to put it in gear, “What’s wrong with you?”
Christine White lowered her head to her chest and asked without answering, “Do you think I did something terrible in my past life?”
How else could she have suffered so much in her life.
Christine White’s nonsensical comment made Bess Camp confused to hear, “What does that mean?”
Christine White covered her little face and told what she had overheard, all of it.
Bess Camp was stunned, “Is that even possible?”
“It was Baird himself who said it should be true.” Christine White touched her waist, her eyes full of bitterness.
Bess Camp tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, “This is the hospital, I’ll take you for a full checkup to see if you inherited that or not.”
“No, I don’t want to do it here, Ives will find out.” Christine White shook her head.
Bess Camp mused, “Well, how about I take you to another hospital?”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White agreed.
Bess Camp saw that she hadn’t fastened her seatbelt yet and peered over to help her do so, then started the car.
Once at the other hospital, Bess Camp dragged Christine White to register for a full internal exam.
The results of the test would be out in two hours, and Christine White sat in a chair outside the department, waiting without saying a word.
The wait over Land was long, so long that she felt uneasy.
Bess Camp sat right next to Christine White to keep her company, sensing the negative and negative vibe coming out of her and raised her hand to gently pat her back, “Don’t worry, maybe you didn’t inherit it.”
Christine White’s lips quirked twice without speaking.
At that moment, the door to the unit opened and a nurse came out of it, “Christine White?”
Christine White stood up when she heard her name called, “I’m here, did my test results come back?”