Seize His Little Wife

“Ma’am, what did Mister say to you?” Aunt Lucy couldn’t help but worry when she saw that Christine White’s face didn’t look right.

Christine White deflated in aggravation, “He said for me not to bully Molly Bort.”

“Bully Molly Bort?” said Aunt Lucy, with a puzzled look, “Have you ever bullied her, ma’am?”

“Of course not, why would I have nothing to do with bullying her, when she’s clearly the one bullying me!”

“Then why did the gentleman say so?”

“It’s not all Molly Bort, she called Baird and said she had the caregiver come over to thank me and I called her ungrateful, so Baird just warned me not to bully her.” Christine White dropped her cell phone, upset.

Aunt Lucy froze, then slammed the table angrily, “That’s shameless, isn’t it? When did she ever say she was here to thank you ma’am?”

“That’s not important.” Christine White wiped her face, “What matters is that she purposely turned things upside down and Baird believed her and didn’t even give me a chance to explain.”

“And what a way for mister to do it!” Aunt Lucy sighed in displeasure.

“Never mind, I can understand, after all, Molly Bort carries a lot of weight in his heart, they also had that kind of relationship once, it’s normal for him to trust her.” Christine White bitterly pulled the corner of her mouth, “Aunt Lucy, help me prepare a wheelchair.”

“What do you want, ma’am?”

“Go see Molly Bort!”All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“No way!” Aunt Lucy slatted her face in disapproval, “Ma’am how can you walk around in your current state.”

“But Molly Bort is doing this because she wants me to go over and see her, plus I want to know what the hell she’s up to!” Christine White was insistent.

Aunt Lucy said no to everything.

Christine White doesn’t budge either.

The two just stood there in a stalemate.

“What are you doing?” Ives Norton’s disconcerting voice suddenly sounded from the doorway.

Aunt Lucy looked like she had seen her savior and hurriedly pulled him over to her, “Dr. Norton, our wife says she wants to go out in a wheelchair, talk to her.”

“Going out?” Ives Norton frowned at the woman in the hospital bed, “Where are you going, sister-in-law?”

“To see Molly Bort,” Christine White said honestly.

“See her for what?” Ives Norton walked over to the bed to check the progress of the IV, “Don’t go see her before your IV is done.”

“She’s the one who wanted to see me.” Christine White rubbed her temples.

Ives Norton’s motion of flicking the drip hose snapped, “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, she said she had something to talk to me about.” Christine White shook her head gently.

“I’d advise you not to go then.” Ives Norton let go of the hose and wrapped both arms around it, “That woman is no simple character, when she says she has something to talk about, she might be preparing to screw you over.”

Christine White looked at him incredulously, “You …”

“What?” Ives Norton raised an eyebrow in interest.

Christine White scratched her head, “Nothing, just a little hard to believe you would say that about Molly Bort, aren’t you guys friends?”

Baird Lane was close friends with him.

Molly Bort, in turn, is Baird Lane’s ex-girlfriend.

It was logical that the three of them should be on good terms, but the tone of his voice when he mentioned Molly Bort just now was not only unfriendly, but also had a hint of dislike.

“Who’s friends with her, I’m only taking care of her a little more for Baird’s sake, she doesn’t leave as many senses in my heart as you do sister-in-law.” Ives Norton tapped his fingers on his arm and hung back.

Christine White’s eye twitched, “That … Thank you for the recognition.”

“Well well well.” Ives Norton waved his hand and laughed softly, “Sister-in-law, do you know why I don’t like Molly Bort?”

Christine White shook her head, “Why?”

“Oh, don’t tell you!”

Christine White looked at him with an expressionless face.

He was playing her for a fool!

“Okay, okay, not teasing you sister-in-law.” Ives Norton pushed the eyes on the bridge of his nose and his expression became serious, “Listen to me, don’t go to see her, when she says she has something to talk about it’s often a reckoning, you and her didn’t know each other before, so what can we talk about, the only thing we can talk about is nothing more than Baird.”

“You know her that well?”

Ives Norton’s eyes went cold, “Of course you understand when you’ve been counted on like that by her, and if I’m not mistaken, she’s going to talk to you about getting you to initiate a divorce from Baird or something.”

That woman, possessive to the point of perversion.

When dating Baird, there was talk of keeping them friends away from Baird.

“She knows about my relationship with Baird?” Christine White was surprised.

“She’s been so irritated by you guys that she’s passed out for surgery, you don’t think she’s going to ask for clarification?” Ives Norton looked at her with a smirk.

Christine White was silent, and after a few seconds she asked, a little puzzled, “If you knew what kind of person Molly Bort was, why didn’t you tell Baird what she really was?”

“Who’s to say I didn’t, that would take him believing it, he’s looking at Molly Bort’s filter at least this thick!” Ives Norton compared the thickness.

Christine White estimated at least seven or eight centimeters and couldn’t help but be amused.

After the laugh, the heart is a little sour.

Such a thick filter also speaks volumes about how much Baird Lane loves Molly Bort in his heart.

Otherwise, with his shrewdness, he couldn’t have failed to see what kind of person Molly Bort was, and often the ones who don’t see are the ones who love the most.

“Okay, enough of that, I just came by to let you know that I’m going to be giving you a post-op review in a few minutes, so get ready.” Ives Norton got down to business.

“I know.” Christine White gathered her inner emotions and answered.

Ives Norton went out and Aunt Lucy came in from outside, “Ma’am, are you still going to Molly Bort’s now?”

“Not going.” Christine White waved her hand feebly.

Ives Norton has all but said that Molly Bort is likely to want to talk to her about getting a divorce from Baird Lane.

Then why is she asking for trouble?

“Just don’t go.” Aunt Lucy smiled in relief, “Ma’am, let me change you into the clothes you’ll be wearing for the review later.”

“Yes, please Aunt Lucy.” Christine White lifted the covers with one hand.

Once changed, she was lifted onto a pushchair by two attendants and sent to various departments for a full body review.

By the time it was over, three hours had passed and she was almost asleep from exhaustion.

But when she returned to the hospital room and saw the figure standing in front of the window, all her sleepiness dissipated again in this moment.

“Baird?” shouted Christine White softly at the figure.

Baird Lane turned around, “Where’s it going?”

“Review.” Christine White gestures to the wheelchair under her hip.

After the retest, Ives Norton told her that she was recovering well and could sit up properly without lying down all the time.

So Aunt Lucy made a point of getting her a wheelchair.

“How did the retest go?” Baird Lane inquired, scanning Christine White’s wheelchair.

Christine White’s subtle smile, “It’s not too bad, I’ll be out of the hospital in a few days.”

Baird Lane hmmmed, “That’s good.”

He was relieved that she was okay.

While he didn’t love her, he didn’t want her to be left with any kind of sickness over it.

“By the way sir, when did you come over?” Aunt Lucy, who was standing behind Christine White, suddenly opened her mouth and asked.

“Been over here a while.” Baird Lane returned flatly with thin lips.

Christine White was slightly surprised, “So you’ve been waiting here?”

“No.” Baird Lane dropped his eyes, “I just came from Molly’s side.”

The expression on Christine White’s small face stiffened and her gaze sank bleakly, “So …”

Yeah, well, the main reason he came to the hospital was for Molly Bort.

It’s only incidental to see her. What’s she expecting?

“Sir!” Aunt Lucy stepped out from behind Christine White with a stern face and a tone that sounded angry.

“Aunt Lucy?” asked Christine White, looking at her in dismay.