Seize His Little Wife

“I’m the caretaker for nine-zero-one upstairs.” The man at the door replied.

Christine White looked puzzled.

Nine-oh-one. Isn’t that the ward where Molly Bort lives?Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Molly Bort’s nursemaid came up this late. Did something happen to Molly Bort again?

“Hello, what can I do for you to see President Lane?” Christine White asked again and said, “President Lane is asleep, so if it’s okay, you can come back for him tomorrow.”

“I can’t, Miss Molly Bort is awake and clamoring that she must see President Lane,” the man at the door responded with difficulty.

Christine White was about to say something when she saw the man next to her sit up with his eyes suddenly open.

“Baird you …”

“I’ll check upstairs.” Baird Lane said as he dressed.

Christine White took his arm, not wanting him to go, “But you look tired now, why don’t you go tomorrow?”

“No, Molly will be emotionally upset if she doesn’t see me.” Baird Lane broke away from Christine White straight away.

Christine White looked at her empty hand and her heart followed.

Is he that worried about Molly Bort?

Why can’t you care more about her!

Christine White narrowed her eyes to hide the loss in them, “I see, so are you coming back tonight?”

Baird Lane paused for a moment in putting on his shoes and was soon back to normal, “You go to sleep, call Aunt Lucy if you need anything, Aunt Lucy sleeps in the inner room, if Aunt Lucy can’t sort it out ring the bell and ask for Ives Norton, who is at the hospital for the next few days. ”

He didn’t answer the question of whether or not she’d be back tonight, and after putting on his shoes he opened the door and followed the caretaker.

Christine White only felt that the comforter, which was still hot, had become cold, just as her heart, too, was cold.

“Where am I going to sleep!” She gathered the covers together and gave a bitter laugh.

She hadn’t been able to sleep much, and when he left, she couldn’t sleep any more.

Christine White just kept her eyes open, staring at the clean white ceiling for I don’t know how long, until the sky outside was turning fish-belly white and she fell asleep with a few moments of sleep.

This sleep lasted most of another day, and when I woke up it was noon.

She rubbed her eyes and instead of Aunt Lucy, she saw Ives Norton in a white lab coat standing next to her hospital bed, “You’re awake?”

Christine White, still not completely awake, gave a raspy hmmm with a long trailing sound, as soft and clingy as a kitten.

Ives Norton was so distracted by what he heard that his hand holding the chart binder shook uncontrollably, “Sister-in-law, could you please not answer so, so … much?”

He suddenly realized he couldn’t find the adjectives to describe the feeling he just had.

Christine White looked at him and yawned, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.” Ives Norton closed his chart binder and darted his eyes away from her.

This woman, though, is just average looking.

But it’s her occasional unconscious flair that kills.

It’s obvious that you’re just teasing someone without realizing it.

Thinking about it, Ives Norton coughed lightly twice, adjusted those undeserved emotions in his heart, and inquired with a straight face, “How are you feeling today, sister-in-law?”

Christine White felt her body carefully and smiled slightly, “Much better, it doesn’t hurt as much as it did yesterday.”

“That’s right, it means the recovery is going well.” Ives Norton opened the chart folder again and brushed a few words on it.

Christine White, who couldn’t see what he was writing either and wasn’t really interested, patted her cheek and asked, “When can I get out of the hospital?”

“Keep it under observation for a few days.” Ives Norton returned without looking up, “If there’s nothing physically wrong in a few days, you can be discharged.”

“Good.” Christine White took his words to heart.

“And I’ve prescribed some bone marrow boosters, I’ll have the nurse send them over later, remember to take them, this medicine is very important for you!” Ives Norton brushed off a few more strokes on the chart folder.

Christine White nodded her head in response to all of them.

When he was finished, Ives Norton closed the chart binder and clipped it to his armpit, “By the way, did Leo Bort visit you yesterday?”

“Leo Bort?” said Christine White, cocking her head in some confusion, “Who’s Leo Bort?”

“It’s Molly Bort’s father.” Ives Norton replied.

Christine White nodded indistinctly, “Yes, he said he’d come to thank me, and hit me with some tonic, that’s what those are!”

She pointed to the pile of large, unopened bags behind him.

Ives Norton craned his head to look at him, then pushed up his glasses and asked meaningfully, “And when you met him, did you feel anything special about him?”

“Special?” Christine White shook her head with a lost smile, “What could I possibly feel special about him for, but he did say that I looked like one of his deceased family members.”

“He really said that?” Ives Norton narrowed his eyes.

“Right.”

“Sure enough …” Ives Norton pursed his lips and murmured.

His guess was right.

It’s just that he can’t find out the exact truth yet.

Looks like there’s a good show ahead!

Ives Norton suddenly smiled, a shrewd look in his eyes.

Christine White looked at him and thought there was something odd about his behavior at the moment, but couldn’t tell what was odd about it.

“Dr. Norton, you just said fruitful, fruitful what?”

“It’s nothing.” Ives Norton tightened his smile, “Get some rest, I’m out on duty.”

“Okay, take your time.” Christine White smiled politely at him.

Christine White was soon the only one left in the hospital room, and she picked up a remote control and turned on the television across the room, watching it in boredom.

Aunt Lucy came back from buying food and saw that she was the only one in the ward and couldn’t help but ask, “Ma’am, Dr. Norton is gone?”

“Gone.” Christine White returned her.

Aunt Lucy sighed a little sadly, “Haven’t asked him if you can take supplements yet.”

“Ask next time, he’s coming in several times a day anyway.” Christine White said unconcernedly.

She didn’t care if she took supplements or not, she was on medication now anyway.

Hearing Christine White’s words, Aunt Lucy thought about it, and didn’t feel sorry for it, smilingly slapped her forehead, “See I forgot again, it’s true that I’m getting older, alas, it’s really getting less and less useful.”

“Not at all, Aunt Lucy is still very young.” Christine White quipped.

Aunt Lucy’s heart was happy to hear this, her face smiled, “Mistress can really talk, I just went out to buy chicken soup, it smells pretty good, Mistress will drink more in a while.”

“Where’s Baird?” Christine White took the soup bowl, mindful of Baird Lane, “Has he eaten yet?”

“Don’t worry ma’am.” Aunt Lucy sat down on the edge of her hospital bed, “I checked upstairs when I got back, Mr. wasn’t there, he went back to the office early in the morning.”

As for Molly Bort, Aunt Lucy didn’t even mention it.

To Aunt Lucy, Molly Bort is a third party that comes between Mr. and Mrs.

She, like His Lordship, simply couldn’t be treated well.

In the same frame of mind was Christine White, who also stopped asking about Molly Bort.

Anyway, all she needed to know was that Molly Bort’s operation had been successful and that she was still alive, and as for the rest, she had little interest in asking.

But just because she doesn’t ask people doesn’t mean they don’t come to her and look familiar.

On closer inspection, isn’t it the same caretaker who came to Baird Lane last night, and why is he here now?

“Hello Ms. White.” The caregiver walked up to Christine White in a formal manner.

Christine White, seeing that she was from Molly Bort, was polite and courteous, though not in a good manner, “What can I do for you?”

“Miss Molly Bort wants to see you and says she wants to talk to you.”

“See me?” Christine White pointed to her nose.