Seize His Little Wife

“Mommy’s here, Mommy’s here!” Christine White answered back and forth.

She won’t live much longer, and now the child calls her mom, and when she shouts, she hears one less.

By the time a few days had passed, she couldn’t hear it anymore.

“Baby, can you call mommy more often? Mommy wants to hear it.” Christine White tried not to burst into tears and spoke to her child in her normal tone.

She was afraid that if she cried out, it would affect Bo.

On the other end of the phone, Bao was silent for a few seconds before speaking, “Mommy, Mommy …”

He shouted twice in succession.

Christine White covered her mouth in excitement as tears kept falling from her eyes.

Seeing this, Baird Lane hurriedly picked up his cell phone, turned off the amplification, and whirled around to put it to his ear, “Bo, it’s Daddy.”

“Daddy.” Little Treasure shouted back obediently.

Baird Lane’s face softened, “Well, good boy Bo.”

“Daddy, Mommy, is it, is it sick?” Bao stumbled and asked.

Baird Lane’s eyes widened slightly.

This is the first time the child has said so many words in one breath, I think.

Usually it’s two or three words at the most, but now it’s actually coming out as a full sentence.

The words were spoken in a broken voice, but they were able to be understood at once.

“Bo, who told you mommy was sick?” Baird Lane asked.

He never told the boy that Christine White was sick, much less sick with anything.

It just says that Christine White has something to do and is away on a business trip for the time being.

He does not intend to tell Bao about Christine White’s situation, including his own act of accompanying Christine White to her death.

He just instructed Hugh Dong to wait until little baby grows up before telling little baby about things, and when that time comes, little baby might be able to understand them and won’t feel sad.

But he never expected that Po would take the initiative to ask Christine White if she was sick, and who had told Po?

“Own, hear, see, Grandma Song, call, to, daddy you.” Little Treasure said back.

Baird Lane drifted off.

So he was talking to Aunt Lucy on the phone and the kid heard him?

“Bo, I’m sorry, Daddy didn’t mean to try and hide it from you.” Baird Lane apologized.

Christine White has calmed down for the moment by now and hears Baird Lane apologize, asking him with a look what’s going on.

Baird Lane shook his head and didn’t answer, just told her to wait a moment.

Christine White read it and didn’t ask any more questions, though her eyes were still on him.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” Bao asked.

The knot in Baird Lane’s throat slid up and down for a few moments his voice was a little astringent, “Mom isn’t seriously ill, it’s just a minor ailment, she’ll be fine after a while.”

Although Po learned that Christine White was sick.

But he wasn’t about to tell Bo what Christine White was really sick with.

Po was silent again.

Baird Lane softly soothed, “Don’t worry little baby, mommy and daddy will soon go back to accompany you, during this period of time, listen well to grandpa Fubo send grandma and also second uncle, don’t let mommy and daddy worry, okay?”

“Uh-huh.” Po nodded.

Baird Lane smiled, “That’s a good boy, is there anything else Bo would like to tell Mommy?”

“Mom, come back soon, Po, miss her.” Xiaobao said thoughtfully.

“Okay, Dad remembered, and Dad will convey it to Mom.” Baird Lane glanced at Christine White.

Christine White blinked.

Po has a message for her?

The call ended and Baird Lane put his cell phone down.

“Xiaobao …”

“Bo has a message left for you.” Baird Lane knew what she was going to say and preceded her just as she opened her mouth.

Christine White’s lips twitched slightly, “What words?”

“Bo told you to get well soon enough to go back to him, he misses you.” Baird Lane spat out slowly.

And that one, straight away, brought Christine White to tears.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry Bo …”

She couldn’t go back, and she couldn’t stay with Bo anymore.

She’s so sorry now.

Really regret why I went to see Molly Bort in prison, if I hadn’t, she wouldn’t be like this.

Molly Bort is too hard, hard on herself and hard on others.

Because Molly Bort was in contact with someone infected with the virus for a while, Molly Bort had the virus on her as well.

Except at that point, Molly Bort was executed before she had a viral reaction.

And she had unisolated contact with Molly Bort before her execution, which is when Molly Bort infected her, and it has to be said that it was all planned seamlessly by Molly Bort.

“Don’t be sad, there’s still me.” Baird Lane holds Christine White’s hand.

He knew why she’d suddenly said it wasn’t right.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Anyone would feel indebted to their child if she suddenly left this world and didn’t tell Xiaobo when she didn’t know and missed her.

So did he.

“Baird…” Christine White looked at him with tears in her eyes, “I’m sorry Bao, I’m sorry for you too, I got you into this, if it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have to stay with me.”

“I never blamed you, it was all by choice.” Baird Lane looked at her and smiled.

But the more he did, the more guilt Christine White felt in her heart, yet she felt indebted to him.

At this time, there was a knock on the ward door.

Baird Lane wipes away Christine White’s tears for her and the door to the hospital room opens.

Ives Norton came in from outside and raised an eyebrow when he saw Christine White’s red eyes, “What’s wrong? Been crying?”

“Nothing, what brings you here?” Baird Lane asked tersely.

Ives Norton walked over, “Come and check on Christine and you.”

With that, he pulled an oddly shaped instrument from the large pocket of his protective suit.

“Wanted to show Christine.” Baird Lane moves slightly away from Christine White’s hospital bedside.

Ives Norton didn’t say much, either, and passed with a hmmm.

After reading it, his brows furrowed together.

It’s just that he’s wearing a thick shield and no one can see it.

“Okay, your turn.” Baird Lane looks back to Baird Lane after checking on Christine White.

Baird Lane was also going to ask him how Christine White was doing.

But after thinking about it, I didn’t ask.

After all, the situation was bad enough to ask or not.

Baird Lane didn’t say a word and threw his arms out.

Ives Norton used that instrument, first, to scan his arm, then took out a syringe, stuck it in his arm, and drew a tube of blood out.

Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “What’s the blood draw for?”

Christine White wondered the same thing.

Ives Norton popped the syringe, “What else? You’re a P-blood type, and making your serum is going to take a lot more work than it’s worth!”

“You mean the serum worked?” Baird Lane pranced out of the hospital bed.

Christine White’s eyes were also glowing as she looked at Ives Norton.

Ives Norton, however, shook his head, “No, just a precaution, in case you make it to that point.”

Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed.

The gleam in Christine White’s eyes, too, dissipated all at once.

She thought that the serum had worked.

It seemed that it was she who was happy for nothing.

“Well, don’t be disappointed guys, although the serum didn’t work, it’s making progress again than before, if we just work harder, it’ll definitely work.” Ives Norton looked at the two of them and spoke out to comfort them.

But the two were clearly not consoled.

Baird Lane pinched his brow, “Got it, anything else?”

“Nope.” Ives Norton replied.

Baird Lane lifted his chin, “Come be a witness to the surprise I have planned for Christine tomorrow.”

Ives Norton glanced at Christine White, many emotions flashed in his eyes, a mixture of reluctance, sadness, and love, but they all eventually dissolved into relief and he nodded, “Yes, I’ll be there.”

“What exactly is the surprise?” Christine White asked subconsciously.