Seize His Little Wife

“Why are you asking about her all of a sudden?” The corners of Ives Norton’s mouth hooked up slightly, and a shrewd look crossed his eyes, “Didn’t you say she was an irrelevant person? Since it’s irrelevant, it’s none of your business if she’ll have after-effects.”

Baird Lane grimaced, “I did say something like that, but that doesn’t mean I’d like to see something happen to her.”

“Looks like you care about her after all.” Ives Norton laughed softly.

Baird Lane pursed his lips impatiently, “Answer my question!”

“Okay, okay, okay, I’ll tell you.” Ives Norton sat up straight and got serious, “Her physical state is still good, but I can’t be sure if there will be any after-effects, after all, I wasn’t the one who examined her last time, how about this, you bring her to me and I’ll examine her myself.”

“Okay, I’ll take her there later.” Baird Lane responded without thinking.

Hanging up the phone, he removed his suit jacket from the rack and lifted his leg out of the office.

“Christine White,” Baird Lane said as he stopped at the door to Christine White’s office and raised his hand to knock twice.

Christine White looked up from behind her computer with an ugly, stupid looking pair of black rimmed glasses still perched on the bridge of her nose, “President Lane?”

“What are you wearing glasses for?” Baird Lane wrinkled his nose, a slight hint of disgust in his tone.

This woman, even if she usually dresses rustic, even her glasses are so tasteless.

Christine White stood up and replied back, “I have a bit of astigmatism from being on the computer for so long that I can’t see without my glasses.”

Baird Lane arched his eyebrows slightly, “How come I didn’t know you had that problem?”

“A long time ago.” Christine White smiled casually.

There was so much about her that he didn’t know.

But everything about him she took to heart.

“All right, you’re coming with me.” Not taking Christine White’s wearing of glasses to heart, Baird Lane put on the jacket that was slung over his arm and spoke in a cool voice.

“Going somewhere?” Christine White rubbed the back of her neck and looked at him quizzically.

“Hospital.”

“What’s the point of going to the hospital?”

Baird Lane responded faintly as he lowered his eyes and sent a text message for Gates’s assistant to arrange for a car, “I told you last time that I was going to take you for a full body checkup to make sure that there would be any aftereffects after you donated your bone marrow or not.”

The expression on Christine White’s face slowly froze, her heart pumping.

She remembered, he did say something like that last time and told her not to get sick for two months.

But at that time, she hadn’t known he was eyeing her bone marrow, thinking he was genuinely concerned about her, and she’d been happy about that for a long time.

She hadn’t fully figured out until this moment now that he had taken her for a full body checkup and hadn’t allowed her to get sick, just to make sure her bone marrow was healthy.

Thinking about this, Christine White bit her lip and asked, “If there are after effects, will you still let me donate?”

Baird Lane paused in his typing and raised his eyes to look at her pale little face, suddenly realizing that he couldn’t answer that question of hers.

Reason told him that he really shouldn’t have asked her to donate her bone marrow if she really had after-effects.

But on the other hand, Molly’s bone marrow is special, and only her bone marrow can save her life at the moment, so if she’s not allowed to donate bone marrow because she’ll have aftereffects, then Molly will die …

Neither of those outcomes was what he wanted to see.

“Let’s make sure first.” Baird Lane’s eyelids drooped, and a feeling of powerlessness rose in his heart that he had never felt before.

“I know.” Christine White took a deep breath and forced down the urge to cry, “Going to the hospital now?”

By not answering her question explicitly, did he mean that even if there were after-effects, he would still let her donate bone marrow?NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Baird Lane hmmm’d, “Now!”

“But I have a lot of work left to do, can I …”

“I’ll have Gates come over and take over.” Baird Lane put away his cell phone and interrupted her, his tone peremptory.

Christine White knew that she had to go on this trip, and without saying anything more, she put her head down and silently packed her bag and followed him out of the office.

In the car, Christine White had been staring blankly out the window, not saying a word, and being quiet enough to care.

Baird Lane glanced at her a few times in the afterglow, seeing her frown and assuming she was worried about the aftermath, and in a rare moment of comfort spoke out, “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Christine White was as unresponsive as if she hadn’t heard.

Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed, “Christine White, I’m talking to you.”

“I hear you.” Christine White finally responded, but didn’t turn her head back, still looking out the window, “There are some things that aren’t going to be okay just because you say they’re going to be okay.”

Baird Lane looked stunned and muted.

The atmosphere in the car began to become oppressive, the air was lowered several degrees, and the silence was such that only each other’s breathing could be heard.

No words along the way …

When they arrived at the hospital, Baird Lane parked his car and was the first to get out and go around the front of the car to help Christine White open the door.

For the first time, Christine White was flattered by his special care, and even had a feeling of being valued by him.

That feeling, though, was immediately washed away as she saw the hospital doors.

“Go.” Baird Lane tossed the car keys to one side of the parking attendant and turned back to the woman behind him.

The woman nodded and followed him.

Baird Lane takes Christine White directly to Ives Norton’s office, who sees them and waves the nurse’s around out.

“You’re here!”

“Ives, she’s all yours.” Baird Lane pushed Christine White in front of Ives Norton.

Ives Norton smiled, “Come with me then sister-in-law, blood check first.”

“… Good.” Christine White tugged at the corners of her mouth.

In the blood test room, Ives Norton drew a tube full of Christine White’s blood, and when he saw that she looked normal and didn’t even frown, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, “Sister-in-law is quite brave, and she actually didn’t even cry out in pain.”

“Get used to it.” Christine White held down the swab and smiled faintly.

“Habit?” Ives Norton handed the tube of blood to the nurse for lab work and sat down to talk to her himself.

Christine White nodded her head slightly, “I grew up being beaten by my mom, and this pain is nothing compared to all the pain of being beaten.”

“Your mom’s not nice to you?”

“She’s patriarchal.” Christine White, seeing that the blood had stopped flowing, dropped the swab and fished the sleeve down.

The corner of Ives Norton’s mouth twitched, “That’s not easy for you, sister-in-law.”

“It’s all in the past.” Christine White shrugged slightly.

She grew up not being treated well by her parents.

When she was younger she would still be sad because her parents loved her brother more.

But now she won’t anymore and will just get tired of them asking her for money from time to time with no bottom line.

“Dr. Norton, could you come over here for a moment?” The nurse who had been testing the blood suddenly came over.

Ives Norton pushed down his glasses, “What’s wrong?”

The nurse looked at Christine White and her mouth opened to speak.

Christine White’s heart snapped and she immediately reacted to the fact that it might have something to do with her, “Is there something wrong with my blood work?”

“Don’t worry about it sis-in-law, I’ll go over and check it out.” Ives Norton calmed her down and left with the nurse.

“What’s going on?” He asked with a serious look on his face as soon as he entered the lab.

“Ms. White’s blood work came back, this is Ms. White’s and this is Ms. Bort’s, just compare and see.” The nurse handed Ives Norton the two blood tests.

Ives Norton picked it up and was shocked, “How did this happen? Are you sure you’re not mistaken?”

“No, I’ve confirmed it a few times and the results are the same.”

Ives Norton was silent, his eyes behind the lenses flickering on and off, and after a few minutes, he violently composed the two results in his hand and stared at the nurse warningly, “You’re not allowed to divulge this matter, much less let anyone know about it, or else you’ll suffer the consequences!”

The nurse nodded her head in shock.

Christine White saw Ives Norton come out with a tight frown on his face, and with her heart in her mouth, she immediately got up from her chair, “Dr. Norton, is there really something wrong with my blood work?”