Seize His Little Wife

At least she is the person on the tip of Baird Lane’s heart, she scolded the person, how should she give Baird Lane a word.

At the same time, she wondered who he would choose to help when it became clear what had happened, whether he would help her on the moral side or Molly Bort on the emotional side.

The phone went through quickly and Baird Lane’s voice came through, “What can I do for you?”

“Baird, I just had a phone call with Miss Molly Bort.” Christine White hurriedly returned.

Baird Lane’s eyes narrowed, “What did you say?”

“We talked …” Christine White didn’t hide anything and directly told him about the content of the phone call just now.

He listened for a long time without replying.

Christine White got a little flustered, “Baird …”

“I’m aware of this matter.” Baird Lane finally responded.

Christine White tightened her grip, “I’m sorry, I was out of line on this one, if you want to blame me, you …”

“Did I say I blame you?” Baird Lane raised an eyebrow.

He wasn’t a person who couldn’t tell right from wrong, so he naturally heard who was right and who was wrong here.

Christine White talks a little tough, but does have a point.

It seems there are some things he should talk to Molly about.

“You don’t blame me?” Christine White was surprised.

Baird Lane pursed his lips, “Why should I blame you.”

“Because Miss Molly Bort, ah, you’re not very ….” Christine White didn’t say anything after that.

She just couldn’t say anything about her husband caring about other women.

“This has nothing to do with Molly, I always just tell the truth.” Baird Lane said in a hushed voice.

Christine White shuddered inwardly, “But you weren’t like this before.”

“Hmm? Before?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes.

Christine White’s eyelids drooped, “It’s okay, I didn’t say anything, I’ll hang up now.”

She cut the phone off quickly.

Baird Lane’s eyes darkened as he looked at the phone that had jumped back to the main menu.

He always felt like she was going to say something at the end, but for some reason wouldn’t.

What is she worried about?

Baird Lane thought about it for a while, without coming up with a result, and simply put it down and called Gates in.

“President Lane,” Gates knocked on the door.

Baird Lane nodded at the pile of papers in his hand, “Send those out, plus you’ll be chairing the next meeting.”

“Is President Lane going out?”

“Well, a trip to the hospital.” Baird Lane pulls open a drawer and pulls the car keys out of it.

Gates picked up the papers on the table, “I see, President Lane take your time.”

Baird Lane nodded and went out.

He drove all the way to the hospital and by the time he got to Molly Bort’s hospital room, she was sleeping and Ives Norton was examining her.

Baird Lane didn’t intrude either, easing his way over to the wall and leaning against it.

After waiting about half an hour, Ives Norton took off his gloves and pulled a pen out of his pocket and began to write in his chart binder.

Baird Lane glanced at Molly Bort and lowered his voice to ask, “What’s wrong with Molly?”

“She had some excitement and passed out.” Ives Norton returned with a flirtatious smile, as if passing out was a trivial matter.

Baird Lane frowned, “Irritated?”

“Yeah, I heard from her caregiver that she passed out after she answered a phone call, but you, what are you doing here, I didn’t inform you about her passing out.” Ives Norton pointed at Molly Bort with her chart binder.

Baird Lane pulled out a chair and sat down, “I came over to talk to Molly about something.”

“Can I ask what’s up?” Ives Norton pushed up his glasses.

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Ives Norton tsked, “You’re such a boring person, alright then, take your time here by yourself, I’ll go first.”

He clipped the medical records folder to his armpit and dashed off humming.

Baird Lane crosses his fingers and arches his back slightly, knocking his chin on the back of his crossed hands and staring at Molly Bort with complicated eyes.

After looking at her for a long time, he suddenly realized that he somewhat did not recognize this woman, the more he looked at her, the stranger she became.

He didn’t know where the feeling came from, even as he felt it was deserved.

And he also felt that his feelings for her also faded a lot, before seeing her pale lying in the hospital bed, he was very heartbroken, hate to bear for her, but now this idea suddenly no …

At that thought, Baird Lane straightened up and got up to go to the restroom.

Cold, icy water was splashed on his face, which smoothed out his inner turmoil.

He glanced at his cold-faced self in the mirror and took an annoyed breath.

At that moment, there was a sudden sound of something heavy hitting the ground outside.

Baird Lane’s heart was in his mouth as he rushed to buy these two long legs out.

Molly Bort has woken up and is poking around to see the cup under the bed.

Baird Lane pursed his lips and went over to pick up the cup.

“Baird, what are you doing here?” Molly Bort asked in surprise as she saw him and her eyes suddenly lit up.

Baird Lane set the cup on the nightstand, “Came over to check on you, what were you just in on?”

“I was thirsty and wanted a drink of water, but I didn’t have the strength and the glass spilled.” Molly Bort smiled in embarrassment, “Baird, am I useless, I’ve obviously had an operation but I still feel weak from time to time, am I not going to get better?”

“No matter, haven’t you been pain free lately?” Baird Lane poured her a glass of water.

Molly Bort expected him to do what he always did, pick her up and let her lean into his arms to feed her.

But she waited a while and didn’t see Baird Lane do it.

She frowned slightly and quickly looked at Baird Lane with a blank look again, “Baird, you …”

“What’s wrong?” Baird Lane’s thin lips flicked up.

Molly Bort wondered if he was pretending not to understand, or if he really didn’t understand, and made a mental note to do so.

“It’s nothing.” She forced a smile, then propped herself up and sat up from the hospital bed with difficulty.

Baird Lane handed her the glass of water, “Drink.”

Molly Bort took it with a leathery smile, “Thanks.”

Taking a sip of water, Molly Bort felt much more comfortable in her throat and lay back down after returning the glass to Baird Lane.

Baird Lane sat down on the edge of her bed, “More?”

“Don’t.” Molly Bort shook her head.

Baird Lane hmmm’d and put the glass of water back on the bed.

“You went to Christine White last night about my not coming to stay with you?” he asked suddenly, looking at her.

Molly Bort’s small face was stunned, “She told you that?”

“She told us everything.” Baird Lane nodded.

Molly Bort’s gaze obscured for a few moments, “What did she say?”

Baird Lane didn’t answer and simply held out his cell phone.

His cell phone has an automatic recording feature for calls, so no matter who calls him, the contents of the computer are automatically recorded.

He retrieved the Christine White call and played it to Molly Bort.

Molly Bort’s eyes widened slightly as she listened.

Christine White how dare that woman!

How dare she tell the truth? Isn’t she afraid of Baird’s wrath?

“By the look on your face, Christine White isn’t lying.” Baird Lane put the phone back.

Molly Bort blushed and smiled, “Well, she’s telling the truth, so Baird are you here to speak for her?”

“I didn’t mean to speak for anyone, I came just, just to talk to you.” Baird Lane said tersely.

Molly Bort’s hand in her glass clenched, “Talk about what?”

“Talking about our relationship.” Baird Lane returned, “A lot of people have been telling me during this time that I did wrong between you and Christine White because I was too nice and too close to you as Christine White’s husband, and I’ve seriously thought about it, and I was indeed wrong.”

Molly Bort shook her head, “Why yes, Baird you’re right and I’m right, we’re lovers, isn’t it right for you to be nice and close to me?”

“That’s in the past.” Baird Lane dropped his eyes and said in a faint voice, “We were lovers, but now I am Christine White’s husband, and between us, we should keep our distance.”

“No, I don’t promise!”

“Why?” Baird Lane stared at her.