Seize His Little Wife

At these words, the original temperature in the room dropped.

Baird Lane’s eyes shook with a cold light, “Christine White, is that how you see me?”

“What do I think of you? Am I wrong? Aren’t the scars on my body ugly? Shouldn’t all of you men look at it and feel sick and scared?” Christine White wrapped her arms around him and looked at him with a smirk, not a trace of warmth in her eyes.

Baird Lane pursed his thin lips and suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms, then cupped her face so she was looking at him and told her very seriously, “I never thought your scar was ugly, much less that it was disgusting, I was just heartbroken.”

Christine White’s lips twitched as if moved by his words.

But after a moment, she broke away from him and backed away from his arms, “Sweet talk who wouldn’t.”

“You don’t believe me?” Baird Lane frowned.

Christine White didn’t answer anymore and headed straight for the bathroom.

She closed the bathroom door, turned on the shower, stripped off her clothes and stood under it, looking at herself in the mirror with a complicated gaze. Especially the large scar on her lower back and stomach.

The scars were laid out like cobwebs, and looked so gruesome that some timid people would scream in fear at the sight of them.

At one point, it had taken her a long time to get used to seeing it, and until she did, she was afraid for herself, let alone anyone else.

But it’s one thing to get used to looking at it, and another to loathe it in your heart.

She was used to the scars on her body, but she still felt sick every time she looked at them.

Because, every time she takes a shower she takes a few hasty glances and then stops looking.

Now Baird Lane says he’s not scared or disgusted, how can he be!

She can’t accept it herself, and she trusts others to accept it?

Baird Lane arrives to the sight of Christine White touching her scars and standing under the shower in a daze.

He could tell she cared about the scar.

He had planned to wash with her, but now that he saw her like this, he gave up.

She was like this now, and if he showed up, it would only irritate her more.

Looks like we need to find some time and ask Ives Norton who did her implants back in the day so he can contact that doctor.

By the time Christine White got out of the shower, it was half an hour later.

Without looking at Baird Lane, she changed her clothes and left the room.

Baird Lane raised an eyebrow and didn’t care, letting out a low chuckle before heading back to the bathroom to wash up.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

It was almost eight o’clock by now.

Baird Lane shuffled off to the dining room, where Christine White was already seated and was feeding Bo from a bowl.

Hugh Dong sat next to him and occasionally wiped little baby’s mouth with a tissue.

When Baird Lane saw this scene, his thin lips pursed and he glared at Hugh Dong somewhat unhappily.

This was supposed to be his job, his position, and it was actually taken by Hugh Dong.

Hugh Dong, of course, sensed that Baird Lane was displeased with himself, and the corners of his lips hooked, but he had no intention of stepping aside.

“Baird Lane, there you are.” Hugh Dong greeted Baird Lane.

Baird Lane frowned, “I’m your brother.”

“So what, you’re my brother, so I must call you brother?” Hugh Dong looked at him.

Baird Lane gave him a cold look back and pulled out the chair on the other side of Christine White and sat down, “From now on, your name is Nigel Lane.”

Hugh Dong frowned, “It must be changed?”

“That was your name in the first place, and Grandpa’s biggest regret in life was finding you, so of course you’re going to change it back.” Baird Lane said, not to be trifled with.

Christine White originally did not intend to interject, but when she heard the old man, she still could not help but open her mouth, “Hugh Dong, Baird Lane is right, grandpa has never forgotten about you, and has always been looking for you, it’s just that you have changed your appearance, and have been deliberately hidden by Owen Dong, that’s why you couldn’t be found, and grandpa’s dead The biggest wish when he died was that he didn’t see you.”

Hugh Dong dropped his eyes as he sniffed.

He’d heard them mention that old man from The Lane Family more than once.

Although he hadn’t met the old man, he still knew from their words that that old man was a very kind person.

And Furber had shown him a room that was full of all kinds of toys, all kinds of clothes, all kinds of men’s jewelry.

I heard Uncle Fu say that it was all prepared for him by the old man.

Even though he wasn’t in The Lane Family, none of the old man had ever forgotten him, and what Baird Lane had, he had.

Because it couldn’t be handed over to him, that’s why the old man made a room dedicated to storing these things prepared for him.

From all this, he could tell that the old man was indeed looking forward to his return.

Thinking of this, Hugh Dong suddenly smiled with relief, “I know, just change the name.”

He was raised with hate by Owen Dong, and in the past, he lived an incredibly depressing life.

Now he thought it was time for him to start over.

“That’s great.” Christine White clapped her hands, “Grandpa will be so happy to know.”

“Have Fubar take you to The Lane Family mausoleum and shrine later to see Mom, Dad, and Grandpa.” Baird Lane chimed in.

Hugh Dong nodded, “I know.”

Hugh Dong’s name was set in stone.

The official change back to the name Nigel Lane will have to wait for his attendance though.

At that time, Baird Lane would announce to the public the return of The Lane Family’s second youngest.

After dinner, Christine White grabbed her bag and was ready to go out.

Baird Lane walked beside her and went with her.

Today is the day of Molly Bort’s execution, and they’re going to the police station to await the results.

When they arrived at the police station, Officer Dong knew why they were there and had arranged a lounge for them to wait in.

Molly Bort’s execution is at ten o’clock.

Christine White looked at her watch; it was almost time.

She clasped her palms together, her heart both nervous and happy.

Because once Molly Bort is dead, her obsession, only then, will she let go.

Time passed by, and soon it was half past ten.

Dong time to push open the lounge door and come in.

Christine White stood up immediately and looked at him with a hopeful gaze, “Officer Dong, how’s it going at the law center?”

“The execution has been completed and the body is already on its way to the hospital for organ extraction.” Officer Dong returned.

Christine White cried at once, shedding tears of joy, “Baird Lane, you heard me, Molly Bort is dead.”

Baird Lane reached out and wiped her tears away with his thumb, his voice gentle, “I know, I hear you.”

Christine White didn’t push him away because she was happy, and as she cried, she suddenly laughed, “I’ve finally gotten my revenge, and I can finally let go of the hatred in my heart once and for all.”

The moment she heard of Molly Bort’s death, she felt very clearly that the heavy boulder inside her disappeared and her whole being became lighter.

“Want to go to the hospital?” Baird Lane asked suddenly.

Christine White took a deep breath, “Of course!”

Despite hearing that Molly Bort had been executed, she wanted to see Molly Bort’s body for herself.

That way, after confirming that Molly Bort was indeed dead, she could be completely relieved.

“Come on then.” Baird Lane got up and took her hand and headed out of the police station.

Christine White was about to break away from him, but thought better of it.

It’s just that she’s happy today, so let him hold it.

With that in mind, Christine White let Baird Lane go.

Baird Lane knew what she meant when he felt that resistance disappear from his hand, and his thin lips hooked as he pulled harder on her hand.

By the time we got to the hospital, it was an hour later.

Ives Norton, as if he had known they were coming, was not at all surprised to see them.

“Where’s Molly Bort?” Baird Lane asked.