Seize His Little Wife

“What do you mean?” Christine White wrinkled her brow, inexplicably uneasy inside.

Molly Bort laughed grimly, “Want to know ah, I prefer not to tell you, anyway, we are supposed to be enemies between you and me, you want me to die, how can I do nothing, just go to die, wait, it won’t be long, you will come down to stay with me too!”

Christine White looked at her coldly, “Did you arrange some kind of backstabbing?”

Molly Bort didn’t answer, just laughed even more crazily.

Christine White lowered her eyelids and thought for a moment, “Well, since you won’t tell me, I’ll find out for myself.”

“I’m afraid by the time you find out, you’ll be too late hahaha …” Molly Bort laughs.

Christine White looked behind her to the prison guard, “Officer, she’s addicted and verbally threatening me, you can take her down and teach her a good lesson.”

As an inmate who has been convicted of a crime, the victim can ask for help from the prison guards if he or she still threatens the victim with beatings and other behaviors.

In turn, the guards would then take the inmates down for education.

Since Molly Bort won’t say exactly what other backstabbing she’s laid out, let the prison guards show her the ropes.

The warden nodded and stepped forward to pull Molly Bort from her chair.

Molly Bort, as she was being pulled away by the prison guards, didn’t fail to yell, “Christine White, you won’t live long, I’ll see you down there!”

Christine White pursed her red lips, her eyes looking morosely in the direction she had disappeared in before she turned to go out.

“Finished meeting so soon?” Baird Lane asked when he saw Christine White come out.

Christine White nodded, “Let’s go.”

“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane answered.

The two then signed and left the prison.

Upon arriving at the car, before Christine White could open her mouth to inquire, Baird had already given an account of what Molly Bort had said when she met him.

Christine White couldn’t help but sneer as she listened, “Where did she get the nerve to ask you to help her raise her child?”

“She knew that Leo Bort was in jail too, and The Bort Family had no other relatives, and she couldn’t find anyone to take care of Ann Lane, so she had to beg me.” Baird Lane replied as he drove.

Christine White sidled up to him, her gaze fading, “You promise?”

“No.” Baird Lane shook his head.

How could he agree.

He hadn’t forgotten what he had said earlier.

He said he’d be institutionalized by Ann Lane.

“I thought you’d say yes.” Christine White leaned back in her seat, a wisp of laughter in her eyes.

Baird Lane laughed a little too, “I don’t have any feelings for that child anymore, I couldn’t possibly adopt her just based on what Molly Bort did to you and, I promised you I wouldn’t keep her.”

“Well done.” Christine White gave him a good-natured compliment.

The curve of Baird Lane’s lips thickened.”

“By the way, how did Molly Bort react when you refused to adopt Ann Lane?” Christine White wondered.

Baird Lane turns the wheel, “I didn’t say anything when she asked me to adopt Ann Lane, she thought I’d agreed to her by default.”

“Pfft!” Christine White didn’t hold back her laughter. “She thought you said yes, so do you think she’d have a meltdown if she knew now that you didn’t say yes, and instead equipped to send her daughter to the orphanage?”

“You want to see it?” Baird Lane raised an eyebrow, “We can go back again if you want to see it.”

With that, he was about to turn the wheel and turn around.

Christine White hastened to stop him, “No, I just watched Molly Bort, I don’t want to see her again, and I’ve always barred in my mind that we just met as if it was the last time.”

“Yeah well.” Baird Lane turned the car back on track.

Christine White exhaled slightly when she saw that he had dismissed the idea of going back to prison again, “When are you going to send that kid to the orphanage?”

“Tomorrow?” Baird Lane solicited her opinion.

Christine White nodded, “Yes, send her there earlier, also let her get used to the life in the orphanage earlier, in addition, before you send her there, you have to change her last name, she is the daughter of Molly Bort and Toby Dean, Bort or the last name of Stewart is fine, in any case, you are not allowed to take your last name of Lu, I don’t want her to take the same last name as little baby One last name.”

Don’t say she’s evil and can’t even tolerate a child, not even that child’s last name.

She didn’t count her hatred of Molly Bort against a five-year-old, and she was self-conscious that she had been kind.

If Ann Lane hadn’t bullied Bao before, she probably wouldn’t have done such a great job, but who let Ann Lane bully Bao, so there’s no one to blame, who let Ann Lane be Molly Bort’s daughter.

From the womb of Molly Bort, Ann Lane has carried her own original sin!

“Yes.” Baird Lane had no idea what was going on in Christine White’s mind, and without even a hint of hesitation, agreed to her request to have Ann Lane’s last name changed.

Christine White was a little surprised, “I’m surprised you agreed so quickly.”

“Or else.” Baird Lane grinned back.

Christine White pursed her lips, “I thought, you’d think I’d gone too far.”

“Didn’t think of it that way, it’s no big deal to change a last name when you’ve sent someone to an orphanage, plus she wasn’t The Lane Family’s child in the first place, she shouldn’t have believed in Lu in the first place, and the so-called change of last name is just a matter of changing her back to her original last name, it’s not too much to ask.” Baird Lane is on her side for no reason.

Christine White was in quite a good mood, but on her face she didn’t admit it and sarcastically said to him, “Wasn’t it you who made Ann Lane’s last name Lu in the first place?”

Baird Lane choked for a moment, then coughed softly and returned, “Not the real me, the Baird Lane who lost his memory and had a brain fart, not the current Baird Lane.”

Christine White laughed, “Dang President Lane, when did you ever say something so shameless? It’s still not the real you?”

“That’s the truth.” Baird Lane’s expression was serious, “I never felt that the six years of me, was the real me, I even felt as if I had been in a dream for the past six years.”

Christine White’s smile tightened, “Well, enough of that.”

“Okay, tell me about you, when you met with Molly Bort, what did she say to you? You didn’t look too good when you came out.” Baird Lane looked over at her as she waited for the stoplight.

Christine White frowned showily, “We didn’t really talk a lot, just a little …”

She didn’t hold back, and told the whole overLand with Molly Bort, and everything that was said.

Baird Lane’s grip on the steering wheel tightened in vain as he listened, “Are you saying that Molly Bort might still be out there arranging some kind of plan to get you killed?”

“Well, the way Molly Bort was acting, and the things she was saying, that’s exactly what she meant, and by the way she looked at me, she seemed certain that I’d die with her.” Christine White said.

Baird Lane narrowed his eyes dangerously, “I’m not going to let you die, and on this one, I’ll handle it.”

“What do you do with it?” Christine White asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” Baird Lane didn’t have a clear answer, only this.

Christine White, seeing that she couldn’t ask, stopped asking, and turned her gaze out the window, looking out at the landscape, contemplating something.

She doesn’t think that Molly Bort, sentenced to death and incarcerated, is harmless.

Molly Bort in her current state has the audacity to say that it’s not that simple if she’s allowed to die along with her.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Maybe Molly Bort really did arrange some kind of backstabbing before she was caught and was pretty confident it would work.

What exactly is the backhandedness that gives Molly Bort this kind of backbone?