Seize His Little Wife

“Yes, Po’s name is Porter .” Christine White said Po’s name out loud.

“Porter …” Baird Lane whispered the words with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, “Nice name.”

“That’s for sure, my dad went through the dictionary to get it.” Christine White said smugly.

Baird Lane’s mouth curved ever so slightly, “Where’s the last name?”

“That’s not for you to know, you’re going to have to change Bo’s last name when he comes back to The Lane Family anyway, and it doesn’t matter what his last name used to be.” Christine White had no intention of giving The Camp Family away.

Baird Lane also heard that she didn’t want to talk and stopped asking.

“Okay, I know, I’ll bring Bo back to The Lane Family with Dr. Tom in a few minutes, and if you want to see Bo, feel free to contact me.” Baird Lane glanced at his wristwatch.

Christine White grunted, “You don’t need to say any of that, heal your brain.”

At the sound of her voice, she hung up the phone.

Baird Lane frowned and had just put his cell phone down when Ives Norton returned, followed by Dr. Tom.

Dr. Tom came to Baird Lane with a serious look on his face and examined his head.

After checking, he muttered, “No, this shouldn’t be right, by all accounts, it’s impossible that his memories haven’t recovered at all, what the hell is going on here?”

Ives Norton spread his hands, “I don’t know, I’m not an expert on this.”

“Mr. Lane.” Dr. Tom looked at Baird Lane, “Tell me honestly, your head, have you ever been hit hard?”

Baird Lane narrowed his eyes suspiciously, “I don’t know …”

As far as he could remember, he had no head injuries.

Of course, he couldn’t think of any injuries in the three years of memories he’d lost.

Although he was in the hospital when he lost his memory and Gates told him that he was hospitalized because he had something in his head, it is not known if the thing in his head, was caused by an injury, because he did not have any head wound at that time.

“I know that he’s had a head injury, it was six years ago when he rolled down a snowy hill to protect a man and suffered a head and back injury and had a concussion in his head.” Ives Norton stepped forward to answer.

Dr. Tom listened and gave Baird Lane a thumbs up in amazement, “Mr. Lane, you’re amazing, you’re a hero.”

The corner of Baird Lane’s mouth tugged, “Thanks for the compliment.”

He couldn’t think of any of this at all, and it was a compliment that was a bit too much for him to take in.

“How did you recover behind that concussion? Any prompt medical attention?” Dr. Tom lowered his thumb and asked Ives Norton again.

Ives Norton gave Baird Lane a look, “There was, but it was overseas and I don’t know much about the specifics, but there were no other abnormalities in his head when he came back home, and it wasn’t until six years ago when he passed out one time that I examined him, and found that there was a blood clot inside his head.”

“Oh dear, and then what?” Dr. Tom asked next.

Ives Norton added, “Then I used laser surgery to shatter the blood clots in his brain, only the clots hadn’t completely drained and he was discharged.”

“That is to say, there are fragments of a blood clot remaining in his brain, which, after six years of fermentation, has once more congealed?” Dr. Tom guessed at once.

Ives Norton nodded, “That’s right, so I’m wondering if the fact that his memory isn’t coming back right now has something to do with this blood clot?”

“Not necessarily, is there a dialysis chart?”

“Yes, just a moment, I’ll have the hospital pass it on.” Ives Norton said, taking his cell phone and going aside to make a call.

Dr. Tom looked at Baird Lane, “Mr. Lane, don’t worry, I’ll get your memory back.”

“Thanks a lot.” Baird Lane nodded gratefully.

After that, he brought up the matter of getting Dr. Tom to go with him to the old house.

When Dr. Tom hears that it was Christine White who agreed to it, and with an interest in the old The Lane Family mansion with its old-fashioned gardens, he naturally has no reason to refuse.

At that moment, Ives Norton returned and handed Dr. Tom his cell phone, “Here’s the dialysis picture of his head for you to look at.”

“Okay, let’s see.” Dr. Tom took the phone and zoomed in to look at the dialysis chart.

After reading it, he stroked the white beard on his chin in realization, “So that’s how it is, there’s a blood clot pressing on his memory nerves, you guys, this is the memory nerves.”

Dr. Tom said, pointing to a tiny, almost invisible nerve on the dialysis chart.

Ives Norton gave Baird Lane a sympathetic look, “You’ve had some bad luck.”

Baird Lane grimaced and didn’t speak.

Dr. Tom handed the phone back to Ives Norton, “He still has to go in for a surgery to get all the clots in his brain shocked and drained out, or they’ll stay in there and tend to deteriorate into brain cancer.”

“I know that there is no problem on my end, the surgery can be done at any time, depending on what he means.” Ives Norton gave the choice to Baird Lane.

Baird Lane’s eyes sank, “I want my memory back.”

“I see what you mean, this is not a complicated surgery for you, you don’t need a craniotomy, we can arrange it tomorrow at the hospital, after the surgery, you will need to recuperate for a while to drain all the blood clots out of your brain.” Ives Norton arranged.

Baird Lane had no objections, “Recuperation is fine, but I’ll be recuperating at the old mansion and accompanying Bao for his treatment.”

“The old mansion?” Ives Norton flinched, “You’re taking Bo to The Lane Family old mansion?”

“She agreed.”

Baird Lane didn’t say who this she was, but Ives Norton understood, his mouth open incredulously, “How could she agree to …”

“Ask her yourself, it’s almost time for me to go now, Dr. Tom, please wait for me outside.” Baird Lane said politely to Dr. Tom before going to his room to hold Bo.

Then Ives Norton watched as Baird Lane left the suite with an elderly Westerner in his arms, holding the baby.

“Christine, what’s going on here? How could you agree to let him take Bo away?” Ives Norton darted into a room and spoke to Christine White who was inside looking at her cell phone.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Christine White laughed a little and explained, “Because I’m about to start my revenge on Molly Bort, I may not be able to care about Bao, it’s better to let Bao follow Baird Lane, at least Bao’s condition is still improving, by the way, how is he doing here? Why isn’t his memory coming back?”

She only had surveillance in Bo’s room, not in the living room, so she didn’t know what they were talking about in the living room.

Ives Norton’s attention was successfully diverted from the reason why Baird Lane’s memory had not returned.

Christine White’s biggest feeling after listening to it was the same as his, just that Baird Lane’s luck, really, was not good!

“Well, now that they’re gone, it’s time for me to get out of here, Ives, and for you to go back to the hospital.” Christine White looked at Ives Norton.

Ives Norton nodded, “Good thing too, I’ve got a surgery coming up, let’s get together.”

“Uh-huh.”

The two paired up and exited the suite, eventually separating in the hotel parking lot.

When Christine White returned to the apartment, she opened Bo’s room and packed some of her dependent toys and clothes into her suitcase.

It was slowly getting dark, Christine White looked at the time and thought it was about time, so she pulled her suitcase out the door.

Arriving in a cozy western restaurant, she chose a corner seat, ordered two cups of coffee, and began to wait.

After waiting for almost ten minutes, a tall figure appeared, walking towards her with a bouquet of bright red roses in his arms.

“Keeping you waiting.” Baird Lane handed Christine White the rose, “For you to give.”

Christine White pretended to be flattered and took it, “Thank you, what made you think to give me flowers?”