Seize His Little Wife

“You know, the one I care about the most is little baby, so my wish is also little baby, I want you in this life, you can only set up little baby as the heir, no matter who you marry in the future, how many children you have, you can only have little baby as the heir, that’s my wish.” Christine White said with a pair of eyes staring at Baird Lane dead in the face.

As if she would die if he didn’t say yes.

Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, “I’m not marrying anyone else or having any other children, Bo is my only child and the sole heir to The Lane Family.”

Christine White laughed, “That’s enough with you, I just want Bo to be the sole heir to The Lane Family, it’s none of my business who you marry or how many children you have.”

“Why it’s none of your business anymore, I told you, I won’t let you die!” Baird Lane looked at her with red eyes.

Christine White, however, looked at the ceiling, “You say you won’t let it happen? I finally realize nowadays that human beings are really too fragile in front of illness.”

Upon hearing this, Baird Lane didn’t know what to say.

Yes, mankind is too fragile in the face of sickness.

“Since you promised me that, that’s it, I’ll hang up now.” Christine White stopped looking at Baird Lane and cut off the video communication.

After that, no matter how much Baird Lane invited her and tried to see her, she stopped paying attention.

There was nothing for Baird Lane to do but head for the research lab.

After Ives Norton came out, he grabbed Ives Norton by the collar, “Tell me, will the serum work in research or not?”

Baird Lane asked this seemingly with almost intense emotion.

Ives Norton was already tired from doing research and was in a bad mood when he questioned him like that, “Enough Baird Lane, will you calm down?”

“Calm down? You tell me how to be calm? Do you know what’s happening to Christine right now? She was just telling me her last words!” Baird Lane yelled down.

Ives Norton sighed, “I know what she’s going through, I just visited her this morning, but what can I do? I don’t want to save her until the serum is worked out, am I not in a hurry?”

“So tell me, when exactly are you going to work the serum out?” Baird Lane let go of him, and the man who had always been cool and collected finally looked like he had been pushed down his spine at this moment, and his whole being became vulnerable.

Ives Norton knows how Baird Lane feels, too.

Whoever it is that sees their loved one suffering from an illness and still manages to keep their cool.

“Baird, we’ve been working on it as much as we can, just wait a little while longer.” Ives Norton looked at Baird Lane and said seriously.

Baird Lane had one hand over his eyes, his voice agonized, “Christine she won’t last more than a few days, can you work on the serum in the next few days?”

Ives Norton didn’t say anything, his head bowed deeply.

Baird Lane gave him a look and turned away, his back so slumped.

After leaving the research lab, Baird Lane headed straight out of the hospital and drove toward the downtown mall.

Arriving at the mall, Baird Lane walks into a jewelry store and buys a pair of wedding rings.

This is what he intends to re-gift to Christine White.

Although he still had his old wedding ring, hers, she had lost.

So now, he’s going to re-gift it to her.

After buying her wedding rings, Baird Lane went to a bridal store and bought the best wedding dress she could find.

He remembered that nine years ago, when she married him, the wedding dress she wore wasn’t particularly appropriate or beautiful.

This time, he’s going to have the most beautiful wedding dress for her.

Wedding dress bought, and wedding shoes.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Baird Lane rolled over to the wedding shoe store again.

In one afternoon, he had gone through almost the entire mall and bought everything he needed for the wedding.

All these things, he went to buy them himself, without going through anyone’s hands.

When the people from the mall sent these back to the old mansion, Aunt Lucy saw them and was all weepy and not at all happy.

If Mrs. hadn’t contracted the virus, she would have been happy that Mr. prepared these.

But now that the Mrs. has contracted the virus and has only a few days to go, Mr. Preparing all this will only make them, the people, feel heartbroken.

Why is God so ungrateful, always torturing Mr. and Mrs., can’t they be together in peace?

“Sir.” Aunt Lucy was called to the study by Baird Lane.

Baird Lane propped his head up wearily, “You arrange for someone, to set up the old mansion.”

“You mean, sir, setting up the wedding scene?” Aunt Lucy asked.

Baird Lane nodded, “I want to give her a wedding again.”

Aunt Lucy wasn’t happy, “Sir, how are you going to have a wedding with the wife when she can’t even leave the hospital like this?”

So what’s the point of laying it out.

Baird Lane didn’t care what Aunt Lucy said.

He knew that Aunt Lucy was right.

Christine White can’t even get out of bed, not to mention leaving the hospital. This wedding is not going to happen.

But even so, he was resolute in his thoughts.

“Set it up and we’ll hold it when she’s ready.” Baird Lane waved his hand.

Aunt Lucy’s mouth opened as if she wanted to say something, but after looking at his gloomy look, she thought better of it.

“Okay, I’ll make the arrangements.” Aunt Lucy nodded and turned to head out the door.

We’ll have the wedding when the missus is well.

But will Mrs. really be okay?

They were in quarantine at the old mansion, but the hospital side was always watching.

They knew the Mrs. was worse, dying, and the serum hadn’t worked.

So this wedding, perhaps, is not destined to take place.

Aunt Lucy walks away with red eyes.

Baird Lane looked at the photo of Christine White’s smiling face on the computer, his thin lips pursed tightly, his pair of deep pupils flickering on and off, as if he was thinking about something.

I don’t know how long it took, but his hand on the desk was dead composed, as if he had made up his mind about something, and his eyes were serious and scary.

Then he picked up his cell phone and made a call out.

It wasn’t long before the servant from the old mansion led in a man in a suit.

“President Lane,” the man greeted with a slight nod when he saw Baird Lane.

“Did you bring the last will I made?” Baird Lane lifted his hand and gestured for him to sit.

The lawyer sat down, opened the briefcase he was carrying and pulled a document out of it, “Brought it.”

Baird Lane hmmm’d, “I’m going to change the will this time.”

Upon hearing this, the lawyer immediately turned on the tape recorder and the video camera and began to take notes.

These are recorded and are notarized before it becomes clear that it is indeed a will made by the person himself.

“President Lane you say, how to amend.” The lawyer set up the camera and took out his notebook with a pen.

Baird Lane sat in his chair, his hand resting on his desk, his fingertips tapping on the desktop with one beat, “The original will stays intact, this time I’m just adding something else, I’m going to leave all of the real estate in my name, the car property, as well as outside securities, etc., to my son.”

“Hmm?” The lawyer flinched.

Leave all the kids behind?

Why does President Lane’s tone sound so much like he’s giving his last words?

The last time President Lane made a will, he found it unbelievable; after all, no entrepreneur makes a will so young for his children.

According to every entrepreneur he had met, it was usually when they were old and had to devolve power that they would make a will, but when it came to President Lane’s turn, it seemed that he could not wait to hand everything over earlier.

is staggering.