Seize His Little Wife

He didn’t have the slightest trace of little baby’s mom in his memory, so he didn’t know anything about how he and little baby’s mom actually met and how they got together and had little baby.

Because he couldn’t think of one, and he desperately wanted to know.

So he tried to think, and in the back of his mind, he suddenly grabbed his hair and got a splitting headache, and his face turned pale.

Aunt Lucy was shocked at the sight and rushed forward to support him, “Sir, what’s wrong with you? Is it a headache again?”

Baird Lane didn’t have an answer, or the energy to answer, only a headache that felt like it was about to explode.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Aunt Lucy was so anxious that she rushed to massage his temples, trying to ease his pain.

But it didn’t work, Baird Lane was in more pain instead, and the veins in his temples were protruding, looking extremely scary.

Aunt Lucy didn’t know what to do, and for a moment her voice trembled with panic, “Sir, don’t scare me …”

Baird Lane still hasn’t responded, and the grip on his hair has been changed to a hammer to the head.

Aunt Lucy, worried that something might go wrong if he keeps going like this, rushes out her cell phone and calls Gates to get Doctor Luise in here faster.

Just as she finished with Gates, however, she heard a thud from the couch.

Aunt Lucy looks over and sees that Baird Lane has collapsed onto the couch, passing out from the pain.

At this moment, Aunt Lucy was so scared that her soul almost flew away, and she directly hung up Gates’s phone and called Uncle Luise, asking Uncle Luise to hurry over to drive and send Baird Lane to the hospital.

Half an hour later, Baird Lane went into the hospital’s diagnostic room, attended by the director himself, and at the same time had his assistant call Ives Norton.

Ives Norton’s face becomes quite complex when he hears that Baird Lane is in the hospital with a headache.

Christine White saw it, and with a twinkle in her eye, asked, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Baird Lane, he’s had another headache and this time it’s so bad he’s passed out straight away, the Dean is diagnosing him now.” Ives Norton put away his cell phone and answered him directly without hiding anything.

Christine White frowned, “He’s been drinking again?”

“No, the dean’s assistant said that no alcohol was measured from Baird Lane and that it was a natural onset of pain.” Ives Norton shook his head.

Christine White was aware that Baird Lane sometimes got headaches in addition to drinking, but she didn’t realize that the natural hair pain would be just as painful as passing out from drinking.

Looks like he’s got a headache, already.

Seeing what Christine White was thinking, Ives Norton guessed that it must have something to do with Baird Lane, and after a flash of bitterness in his eyes, he forced himself to pretend he didn’t care and asked, “Christine, I’m going to go back to the hospital first, do you want to join me?”

Christine White hesitated.

She couldn’t deny that she wanted to see it.

But after saying so, it surely made him think that she cared for Baird Lane and still loved him.

Thinking about this, Christine White tugged at the corner of her mouth and spoke, “No ….”

“It’s been awhile since you’ve been to see Hugh Dong, how about checking in on him later?” Ives Norton interrupted her.

Christine White’s mouth dropped open, and now she couldn’t say no anymore.

She can refuse to see Baird Lane, but she can’t refuse to see Hugh Dong.

She owes Hugh Dong a lot.

“Good.” Christine White lowered her eyes and agreed.

But in her heart of hearts she did know very well that it was Ives Norton’s deliberate excuse for her.

He must have seen that she actually wanted to go to the hospital and knew she would refuse, so he pulled a Hugh Dong and gave her the perfect reason to go to the hospital.

“Let’s go then.” Ives Norton stood up and headed out of the villa.

Christine White looked at his back, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing and lifted her foot to follow.

By the time we reached the hospital, it was already an hour later, and the traffic jam on the road took so long to get there.

The two went straight to the dean’s office.

Once inside, Ives Norton asked, “Where’s Baird Lane?”

“It’s been moved to the general ward.” Dean replied.

Christine White heard this with imperceptible relief.

Transferred to the general ward, that seems to be no big deal.

“What Land degree has his headache gotten to?” Ives Norton asked again.

The dean’s expression grew heavy, “Ives, President Lane is friends with you, go and persuade him to give his head a detailed examination, his headache has reached a very serious point, I’m worried that if this goes on, it will easily lead to blood vessel blockage, and eventually deteriorate into brain cancer.”

Brain Cancer!

Christine White was shaken, how could it be so serious!

Ives Norton’s expression intensified at Dean’s comment, “Dean, did you check inside Baird’s head, and see what was there?”

Dean nodded, “I just did a simple CT of President Lane’s brain and could see that President Lane had some blood clots in his brain and that was the cause of his headaches.”

“A blood clot?” Christine White exclaimed, “How is that possible! Wasn’t it six years ago that he had a blood clot in his brain? And Ives shocked him back then.”

“Late formation.” Ives Norton suddenly snapped four words.

Christine White looked at him, “You mean the blood clots in his brain right now, they formed later?”

“That’s right, the blood clot at the beginning, I did shatter it for him, but the fragments might not have been all discharged, there should still be some left, so the blood clot formed again later.” Speaking here, Ives Norton suddenly thought of something and slapped his forehead, “Blame me, six years ago I was so focused on breaking up with him that I forgot about this.”

“What the hell!” A flash of anxiety appeared on Christine White’s face.

Ives Norton saw it and felt a pain in his heart, but he didn’t show it on his face, and earnestly replied back, “Six years ago, when he was draining the blood clot fragments, he happened to lose his memory, and made a fuss about marrying Molly Bort, and I got angry with him because I thought at the time that he was going to marry Molly Bort just after you had died, and broke with him after a fight, and gave him a new attending physician.”

“And then what.”

“And then I forgot to remind that attending that Baird Lane was still draining the clot fragments, so Baird Lane was discharged before the clots were finished.” The more Ives Norton spoke, the more vain he became, and the more his voice trailed off.

Christine White looked at him breathlessly, “You can forget that?”

“Was pissed off with him and it wasn’t all my fault, there was Molly Bort.” Ives Norton defended.

Christine White narrowed her peach eyes, “Molly Bort?”

“That’s right.” Ives Norton’s face turned serious, “Didn’t Molly Bort pay off Brother Luise? It is to make Baird Lane can’t recall the memory of you, but also to him under the mental suggestion, these will not only to the head of the nerve department to affect, but also will make the head of the metabolic rate slower than the normal people less, so relatively, the blood clots will also accelerate the formation.”

“So that’s it, then he’s kinda unlucky.” Christine White muttered.

Ives Norton looked to Dean, “Is he awake?”

Hearing this, Christine White also shifted her gaze to Dean.

The dean jerked a handful of hairless heads back, “No, he had too much of a headache, I gave her a tranquilizer, and at this point the effects of the tranquilizer haven’t worn off, so she shouldn’t be awake yet.”

“And is there anyone else on the ward right now?” Ives Norton asked again.

Dean, in turn, turned his attention to the assistant at the door.

The assistant shook her head, “Only President Lane’s nanny.”

“It’s Aunt Lucy,” Christine White said, guessing the babysitter’s identity at once.

Ives Norton hmmm’d, “How about going to see him?”

Christine White pursed her lips, “I don’t know.”

Ives Norton gave a sunny smile, “Go ahead, come as you are, he’s not awake and won’t know you’ve been here anyway, and by the way how about asking Aunt Lucy why the hell he has a headache?”