Seize His Little Wife

Aunt Lucy thought for a moment, “It’s been about two hours, I guess, since you guys got back and the gentleman had a cup of tea.”

“Two hours. …” Christine White’s grip on the railing tightened.

I can’t believe he’s been gone so long already, just getting back.

I just don’t know if he’s there for his own injuries or if he’s running to Molly Bort.

Maybe it’s both!

Christine White let out a sigh and walked over to the couch and sat down, “By the way Aunt Lucy, how did I get back again?”

“Of course you came back in Mr. Carry.” Aunt Lucy smiled.

Christine White paused slightly as she poured the water, “Carrying it back?”

“Yeah, you were asleep and it was Mr. himself who carried you from the car and back to your room.”

“It’s … This way!” Christine White looked down and sipped her water, but her heart was worried instead of happy.

According to Aunt Lucy, Baird Lane carried her out of the car and back to her room, so I’m afraid he carried her when she got off the plane.

Why didn’t he wake her up when his back was still healed!

I also wonder if he pulled at the wound when he hugged her.

Thinking of this, Christine White hurriedly put down her glass of water, fished out the cell phone in her pocket, and called Baird Lane over.

But the phone rang twice and was hung up.

Christine White gave a puzzled eep and brought the phone up to her face to make sure she hadn’t hit the hang-up button herself before dialing Baird Lane again.

But the result was still the same, the phone was still hung up.

“Sir didn’t answer?” Aunt Lucy couldn’t help but ask as she watched Christine White put her cell phone down.

Christine White nodded, “Well, he hung up.”

“That’s probably because Mr. is back at the office, probably busy.” Aunt Lucy reassured her, signaling her not to think too much.

Christine White forced a smile, “Maybe.”

She stood up and went back upstairs.

Two minutes later, she came down with a different set of clothes.

Aunt Lucy looked at her in this outfit and realized something, “You’re going to the office, ma’am?”

“No, I’m going back to my mom’s.” Christine White returned.

She’s going to ask her parents if they know about Mick White or not.

“So when are you coming back so I can prepare dinner.” Aunt Lucy inquired, wiping her hands.

Christine White glanced at the large pendulum clock in the corner, “Should be back late, I’ll let you know in advance when I do.”

“That’s fine, take your time then ma’am.” Aunt Lucy dropped her off outside the villa.

As soon as Christine White was out of the villa area, she hailed a cab and left.

By the time we got to The White Family , it was over an hour later.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Christine White didn’t have a key and had to stand outside the door and knock.

“Who is it?” the White’s mother’s loud voice rang through the door.

Christine White rushed back, “Mom, it’s me.”

“What are you doing back here?” THE WHITE’S MOTHER came out stoned on melon and opened the door, a pair of eyes that had begun to droop glancing critically over her hands.

Her face sank when she saw her hands empty.

Christine White sensed that THE White’s mother was a little upset and her eyes dimmed, “I came back to see you and Dad.”

“Look at us old folks not knowing to bring something back.” THE WHITE’S MOTHER bristles.

Christine White’s smile froze on her face, and she awkwardly returned, “I’m sorry mom, I came in a hurry this time, I forgot for a while, I’ll make it up to you next time.”

It’s actually that she has no money left to buy anything.

“Next time forget it, a blank check will be written by anyone, just get me a couple thousand dollars straight away.” the White’s mother held out her hand.

Christine White pursed her little lips, “Mom, I don’t have any money.”

“What are you doing back here without money.” THE WHITE’S MOTHER glared angrily, her voice much sharper.

She pushed Christine White outward, “Okay, go back, I’m too busy to entertain you.”

Christine White stumbled two steps from the push and almost fell.

But she couldn’t care less about that, as she saw THE WHITE’S MOTHER about to close the door behind her, she quickly reached out against it, “Mom, don’t close the door, I’ve come back this time because I have something to ask you.”

“Something wrong?” the White’s mother gathered her strength.

Christine White put her hand down from the door, “Yeah, about Mick.”

Upon hearing that it was about her baby boy, THE WHITE’S MOTHER looked serious, “Hurry up and tell me, what’s wrong with Mick?”

Christine White looked around, “Mom, let’s talk inside, it’s not good to talk here.”

“You’re a pain in the ass!” THE WHITE’S MOTHER glared at her, agreeing, albeit with some reluctance.

Christine White followed THE WHITE’S MOTHER into the house, not moving as she walked, surveying the house she had once lived in.

The house was starting to get old, there was still a bad smell in the living room, and the floor was dirty, so it looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in a while.

Christine White rubbed her brow, “Mom, why don’t you guys clean up too, you’ll get sick if you don’t live in a clean environment!”

“Cleaning?” The White’s mother spat melon shells on the ground and said in a shrill voice, “You say that lightly, who’s going to clean it? I can’t move with a bad back, so I can’t have two big men like your dad and your brother do it.”

“What’s not to like, why can’t Dad and Mick clean?” Christine White retorted.

the White’s mother two steps across to her front, pointing at her forehead is a poke, “dead girl what are you talking nonsense, your father and your brother is a man, is to do great things, not to do these!”

Christine White’s forehead was poked and prodded so painfully that she was now sure she had nail marks poking out of her forehead even if she didn’t look in the mirror.

She rubbed her forehead and took two steps back, pulling away from THE WHITE’S MOTHER before rolling her eyes back, “Doing big things? What kind of big shot doesn’t do chores?”

She hadn’t really heard anything like that before.

Even Baird Lane sometimes took it upon himself to organize his study, not to mention the other greats.

Besides, it wasn’t that she looked down on Dad and Mick, they just weren’t cut out for the big jobs!

“Okay, okay!” the White’s mother waved her hand impatiently, “You just don’t like the house being dirty, why do you say so much, if you have the ability, you can clean the house, or you can just hire a nanny to clean it for us.”

“Hire a babysitter?” Christine White was stunned by her words.

The White’s mother crossed her legs and sat down, “Yes, you married into The Lane Family and became a rich man’s young grandmother, with nannies and maids waiting for you at all times, but we, the parents, are still struggling to be poor, and I don’t see you helping out the family, only caring about your own enjoyment, which is clearly unfilial. ”

Hearing the acidity in her words, Christine White was infuriated and her eyes reddened, “Mom, how am I unfilial, and when have I not helped the family? Which time did you ask me for money and I didn’t give it to you?”

“You do give money, but what can that little money do? As The Lane Family’s youngest grandmother, you could obviously give us more, but instead you only give so much as ten or twenty thousand dollars at a time, and you say you’ve helped the family?”

“Can it be the same?” Christine White stomped her foot in anger, “It’s not like you don’t know what’s going on with me and The Lane Family, The Lane Family’s money is The Lane Family’s, what does it have to do with me, don’t you confuse it.”

“That’s not because you’re useless yourself.” the White’s mother looked at her disdainfully, “Who told you that you can’t even bolt a man’s heart, if you can capture your son-in-law’s heart, you still worry about the money?”

Hearing this, Christine White just felt a pain in her heart and couldn’t speak.

She also felt that she was indeed quite useless.

It’s been three years and it hasn’t impressed Baird Lane.

And only recently learned that he’s always had another woman in mind.

“Come on, put away your crybaby face, I’m not dead yet, and hurry up and clean the floor.” the White’s mother threw Christine White a broom.

Christine White smiled bitterly, removed the bag from her shoulder, and resigned herself to start cleaning and cleaning.

By the time she finished cleaning and put the broom away, she was just in time to see THE WHITE’S MOTHER going through her bag.

She frowned, “Mom, what are you doing?”