Seize His Little Wife

Mick White’s eyes were green as he thought he had a chance, nodding his head, “Sure sure sure, brother-in-law, you’ll really give me the money?”

“I will!” The curve of Baird Lane’s mouth grew thicker.

Christine White also thought he was really going to give Mick White the money and started to get anxious too, “Baird, you can’t …”

Baird Lane gave her a warning look at once, “Shut up!”

Christine White hurriedly shut her mouth and said nothing.

Baird Lane stopped looking at him and turned his attention back to his cell phone.

On the cell phone, Mick White couldn’t hide his excitement, “Brother-in-law, you’re such a nice guy, so how much are you going to give me, brother-in-law?”

Baird Lane is so rich, tens of billions of dollars, how can you give millions to take it.

Mick White was trembling with excitement at the thought of the millions of dollars he was about to receive.

However Baird Lane threw a bucket of cold water on him, “You can have as much money as you want, provided you go to jail for a few years!”

Mick White was stunned, “What?”

“I said I’ll pay you if you go to jail.” Baird Lane repeated patiently.

Mick White just felt cold all over, “Brother-in-law, you’re not kidding, are you?”

“Who are you to me? You think I would joke with you like that? I told your mom something similar, if you ever ask your sister for money again, I’ll let you go to jail, so do you choose jail now, or do you choose to ask for money?” Baird Lane said in a cloudy voice.

But to Mick White’s ears, it sounded like the devil’s threats, “You you … Did you say those words?”

“I said so.” Baird Lane’s eyelids flicked up.

Christine White sighed in relief, her taut body relaxing.

She really thought he was going to give Mick money.

“Baird Lane, how could you do this to me, what gives you the right to send me to jail?” Mick White was in his original form and instantly blew up.

Baird Lane, “Just the fact that you, The White Family, have your eye on my property, I could throw you in jail for that alone, but for the sake of your sister, I’m letting you off the hook, for money or jail?”

Mick White was annoyed, “Baird Lane, count on it!”

He hung up the phone and it was self-evident what he was choosing.

After all, no one is stupid enough to run off to jail instead of enjoying their great freedom.

“Looks like he’s not so stupid after all!” Baird Lane handed the cell phone back to Christine White.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Christine White caught it with both hands, “Baird, what are you doing down here all of a sudden?”

“Aunt Lucy went up to me and said Mick White was bullying you.” Baird Lane folded his legs and returned faintly.

Christine White smiled bitterly, “I’m sorry Baird, I’ve bothered you again.”

“I’m fine with that; after all, I’m too loud for him to call you.” Baird Lane dropped his eyes.

Christine White was slightly surprised, “But I answered the phone in the living room, I don’t suppose you could hear me upstairs in the study?”

Baird Lane’s brow jumped and his face sank, “Okay, that’s not important, what is important is that you’re just going to go on like this?”

“What do you mean?” Christine White didn’t quite get it somehow.

Baird Lane picked up the cup of water on the coffee table, “Although Mick White is now threatened by me and won’t ask you for money for the time being, but what about in the future? Who can say clearly in the future, like the kind of person he is, there is no affection in his eyes for a long time, for the sake of money, he will do anything.”

“I know.” A flash of bitterness crossed Christine White’s eyes.

Baird Lane looked at her, “Do you want to disassociate yourself from The White Family?”

“Disassociation?” Christine White’s heart skipped a beat.

Baird Lane hmmmed, “I can have Gates set you up with a lawyer if you want.”

“It’s not that serious.” Christine White flinched.

She knew her parents and brother weren’t any good, but they were her family after all.

She thought about just walking around with them as relatives in the future, but she never thought about disassociating herself ah.

Baird Lane looked at Christine White’s shocked expression and knew she didn’t want to, and was instantly a little disappointed in her.

“Whatever, but hopefully you won’t regret it!”

When he finished, he got up and retraced his steps upstairs.

Since Christine White, the person in question, was not willing to climb out of the mire, why should he think so much of her.

Someone who doesn’t know how to struggle against it doesn’t deserve his high opinion either.

Christine White senses Baird Lane’s disappointment in himself and knows exactly what he’s disappointed in.

But she couldn’t argue with that because she was genuinely undecided about disassociating herself from her parents.

Therefore, she could only say sorry to Baird Lane in her heart.

“Ma’am.” Aunt Lucy came down the stairs carrying a change of linens.

Christine White wiped the corners of her eyes and forced a smile, “What’s wrong?”

“Do you want to take out your clothes from yesterday and wash them together?”

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Christine White lifted the bag beside her hand and pulled yesterday’s clothes out of it.

Aunt Lucy took it and went to the laundry room.

Christine White wasn’t interested in being left alone in the living room, and took a drink of water and went upstairs as well.

It was late now, and Mick White’s inquisitorial phone call earlier had exasperated her physically and mentally, and even now her stomach still hurt a little, so she simply washed up and lay down on the bed.

I don’t know what’s wrong with her lately, she’s always sleepy, yawns when she’s not doing anything, and falls asleep when she’s in bed, if she doesn’t have an alarm clock, she can’t wake up, which is obviously not normal.

“This body, is getting worse and worse.” Christine White sighed and murmured as she looked at herself in the camera of her cell phone, with a somewhat pale face.

Since donating bone marrow to Molly Bort, it’s become clear that she doesn’t feel physically like she used to.

At this rate, what would become of her body in the future, she could not imagine at all.

At that thought, Christine White rubbed her cheeks and hurriedly collected her thoughts in her mind, trying not to think the worst.

Thinking about it too much only makes you more mesmerized!

Christine White turned her cell phone off, put it on her bedside, and turned off the big light in the room, leaving only a small, dim light on.

She didn’t know when Baird Lane was going to come back to his room, and this little lamp was reserved for him, so that he wouldn’t see nothing when he came back.

Christine White pulled the covers over her head and went to sleep, and shortly after she fell asleep, Baird Lane returned.

He walked over to the bed and glanced at her, his thin lips pursing a bit when he saw how deeply she was sleeping.

This woman, how did she fall asleep again?

I slept all afternoon during the day, and this just woke up less than five hours ago and went back to sleep… is something wrong?

Baird Lane’s face tightened and he reached out to touch Christine White on the forehead.

Her forehead wasn’t hot, she didn’t have a fever.

In other words, there was no discomfort anywhere in her body, and she really was simply asleep.

Baird Lane withdrew his hand with a black face and turned toward the bathroom.

Nothing happened. It was a waste of time worrying about her!

The next day dawned.

A phone call came in and called Baird Lane away.

He moved slightly too much as he left, and Christine White’s eyes opened a slit in confusion just in time to see his departing back.

Thinking she was dreaming, she didn’t give it a second thought, rolled over, closed her eyes and went back to sleep, a sleep that lasted until noon.

Aunt Lucy placed her lunch in front of Christine White, “Ma’am, have you been unwell somewhere lately, why have you been sleeping for so long?”

“There’s nothing wrong anywhere.” Christine White took a bite of rice in her mouth and returned vaguely.

Aunt Lucy carefully stared at her face, still a little uneasy, “But ma’am, you don’t look a little too good, are you really okay?

“It’s really nothing.” Christine White smiled at her, “I just feel like I’ve been sleepy a lot for a while now, and then there’s just something in my stomach.”

“Sleepy … upset stomach …” Aunt Lucy read in a low voice, then asked eagerly, “Ma’am, you last month, menstruation Did you have your period last month?”

Christine White thought for a moment and shook her head, “I don’t think so, I can’t remember …”

Upon hearing this, Aunt Lucy looked at her stomach in surprise, “Ma’am, you’re not pregnant, are you?”