Seize His Little Wife

Christine White frowned, “What is it?”

“You’ll know when you hear it.” Ives Norton said, opening his cell phone and playing a recording out.

Christine White and Baird Lane were surprised to hear it.

Because they didn’t think that Leo Bort would actually make that decision.

His decision was that after he died, he would donate useful organs to those in need, and by proxy, she, Christine White.

“Surprised.” Ives Norton put his cell phone down.

Christine White nodded, “Indeed …”

As much as she didn’t want to admit it, this was the moment she had to admit that Leo Bort was actually great for once.

People who can make the decision to donate their organs are, in her opinion, great.

“This is what Leo Bort came to me last night and told me, he wanted me to hire a lawyer for him to make these two wills, I agreed and hired a lawyer to come over this morning, the lawyer should still be making the wills now, and when they’re done, I’ll decide to tell you, I didn’t expect you to come over on your own today.” Ives Norton said.

Christine White pursed her lips, “I don’t understand why Leo Bort needs me to act as a proxy when he can obviously donate his organs directly to your hospital.”

“I think it was one of the last things he did for you.” Baird Lane spoke.

Christine White looked at him.

He reached out and twisted away a long hair that had fallen from her body, “He’s got a clear conscience now, he’s truly remorseful, and regrets all the things he did to you, so he’s trying to make amends, but he can’t come up with anything he can make amends for right now, and the only thing he can come up with is his organs, and he wants all those that benefited from it, to come up to you and thank you for it.”

“Yeah.” Christine White lowered her eyelids so that no one could see the emotions in her eyes.

Ives Norton patted her on the shoulder, “Leo Bort won’t live much longer, it’s his dying wish, just accept it, not for Leo Bort, but for those who need organ transplants.”

“I know, I didn’t say I wouldn’t take it.” Christine White looked up and smiled.

Baird Lane blacked out and slapped Ives Norton’s hand down.

Ives Norton gave him a no-nonsense glare.

Christine White pretended not to see the two men exchanging words, and after glancing at the hospital room behind her, asked, “Leo Bort is a cancer patient, will his organs work?”

“Yes, he has stomach cancer and it hasn’t spread very far, and his liver, spleen, and heart can be transplanted to someone useful, though it would be best if the transplant recipient was around his age.” Ives Norton explained.

Christine White nodded, “That’s good, then we’ll head back.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to that lawyer and come straight to you when the will is drawn up.”

“Uh-huh.” Christine White agreed, barely tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Leaving the hospital, the two returned to the car.

Christine White closed her eyes tiredly as she fastened her seatbelt, “I was truly not expecting Leo Bort to donate his organs.”

“No one would have guessed that would they?” Baird Lane replied.

Christine White rubbed her cheek, “Yeah, I think that might be the only good thing he’s done, in his life.”

“That’s why you agreed to be the agent.” Baird Lane said.

Christine White opened her eyes, “Yes, otherwise, I would never have agreed.”

“Well, let’s go, to the mausoleum?” Baird Lane asked.

Christine White pulls out the picture of Ella Smith, “Of course I’m going to replace the picture, and by the way, I’m going to tell my mom about Leo Bort’s decision.”

“I’ll drive away then.” Baird Lane nodded slightly and started the car.

By the time we got back from the mausoleum, it was evening.

The two returned to the villa, ate dinner, and went to their respective rooms to rest.

The days that followed were again uneventful.

Just when Christine White thinks there’s no chance of a viral infection in C-City, Gates brings news that makes her heart sink.

That is, there have been some people in C city who have developed symptoms of dizziness, fever and vomiting, those people have now been sent to the hospital, and after examination, have been infected with the virus.

“So that organization had people infected with the virus and left the organization before it was wiped out, right?” Christine White looked at Gates and affirmed.

Gates stared back, “That’s right, because at that time, none of us had entered that organization, and we didn’t know exactly how many people in that organization were involved in human testing, and we didn’t know how the people who were infected with the virus, and how they left that organization, so now …”

“Now it’s up to Ives Norton on his end, and as long as he can work out a vaccine serum in short order, it’ll be fine.” Baird Lane picked up the conversation.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Gates pushed up his glasses, “But Dr. Norton has only made some progress on his end, and it will be a long time before the serum is fully researched.”

“Yeah, well, there’s not much we can do to help.” Christine White sighed.

At that moment, Gates’ cell phone suddenly rang.

With Baird Lane’s permission, Gates answered the phone.

When the call hung up, he looked at Christine White, “Ma’am, the call just came from the police department, and the police department said that Molly Bort is ready to be seen.”

Upon hearing this, Christine White immediately stood up, “I’m going to the police station.”

“I’ll keep you company.” Baird Lane rose.

Christine White didn’t say no and agreed.

The two drove straight to the police station.

Molly Bort is in the interrogation room.

Christine White went in and saw her sitting on a chair in handcuffs and ankle cuffs, wearing a prison uniform, and her hair was shaved, the whole person was in the shape of a haggard, where is a little bit of the former appearance of the beautiful white swan.

“There you are.” Molly Bort heard someone come in and raised her eyelids for a faint look.

She wasn’t surprised that the people who came in were Christine White and Baird Lane.

Because the police department had already told her.

Christine White walked over to the interrogation table and sat down, looking coldly across the table at Molly Bort, “I’m coming.”

Molly Bort suddenly laughed, a sarcastic laugh, “You’re pretty smug, aren’t you?”

“What?”

“Shouldn’t you be smug and happy that I’m now a prisoner?” Molly Bort sneered at Christine White.

Christine White smiled back, “You’re right, I should be happy, I should be smug that you’ve finally landed in this position.”

“Heh, what are you so happy about, you just have more help than I do, where would you be able to fight me without all these men at your side.” Molly Bort shifted her gaze to Baird Lane who was leaning against the doorway.

Baird Lane glanced back at her and quickly pulled his gaze back again, like he was looking at a piece of trash.

The look in his eyes completely irritated Molly Bort, who grimaced, “You got your memory back?”

“Yeah.” Christine White answered for her.

Molly Bort reveals a glint of despair in her eyes, “Why, why is God unfair, why is it that if I want it, it’s not even given to me!”

“I think you might not be in your right mind, how is God unfair? I should be the one who should really be lamenting about God being unfair.” Christine White narrowed her peach eyes.

Molly Bort stared at her grimly.

Christine White was undaunted as she locked eyes with Molly Bort, “You’re always complaining about God’s injustice, but have you ever thought about the fact that between the two of us, didn’t you get a lot more than I did? You should obviously be just an illegitimate daughter, but you became converted by virtue of your mother, became a legitimate daughter, and enjoy what should have been mine.”

Speaking of this, Christine White’s eyes reddened, “That’s all, but you’re not satisfied, you want more, Molly Bort is not as good as The Lane Family, but it’s still a rich family in C City, and you feel that there are too many families pressing on The Bort Family, and there’s no way for you to become the most Top of the line millenial lady, so you want to marry into The Lane Family, that’s the man.”

She pointed at Baird Lane, “You’re hanging on to him when you clearly don’t love him, and for what, but for the position of Mrs. The Lane Family.”