Seize His Little Wife

“There’s no way for her to recover at home in the condition she’s in, she’ll have to fight her way out of the country.” Bess Camp said as she sat on the edge of the hospital bed.

The assistant scratched his head, “This I know, but she is President Lane’s wife and has no relationship with you, even if she wants to go abroad for treatment, it should be President Lane who takes her, how can it not be your turn.”

Bess Camp pulled the covers for Christine White, “Baird Lane didn’t know she was alive, much less what she’s become.”

“Then you tell President Lane.” The assistant said in disbelief.

Bess Camp frowned, “You think I don’t want to? The problem is that we don’t know what kind of relationship Baird Lane has with that Molly Bort, right now, if we rashly tell Baird Lane that Christine is still alive, it’s not necessarily a good thing, as we can see from this time, if Baird Lane really picks Christine up and takes her back, that Molly Bort will still be interested in her.”

“This … It seems so.” The assistant gave a couple dry chuckles.

Bess Camp craned her head to look at him, “Go inform The Camp Family and tell them that my return date will be pushed back a few days.”

“Because of Ms. White?” The assistant swept a glance at Christine White.

Bess Camp nodded, “She can’t be left unattended in this condition.”

“Okay, I know, I’m on my way.” The assistant answered and went out to do as he was told.

Three days later, Christine White woke up and tried to open her eyes, but realized that she couldn’t open them, as if something was tied over them, preventing her from seeing.

On top of that, even the body couldn’t move, as if it was bound by something as well.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

What’s going on?

Where is she now?

Christine White opened her mouth to ask if anyone was there, only to have her mouth open and realize she couldn’t make the slightest sound.

What’s wrong with her?

Christine White’s heart sank hard and her whole body panicked.

Why?

Why she can’t speak!

Christine White’s breathing became labored, and quite undaunted, she lifted her breath to try again.

This time she succeeded and made a sound, but it was so thin that she couldn’t hear it without listening carefully, and her throat stung like hell.

And the pain brought back all her memories.

She remembered that she had been locked in an abandoned building by Molly Bort and then tried to burn her, and she had indeed been caught in the fire that had crawled all over her and burned as if she were in hell.

She couldn’t forget the pain of being burned by the fire, the despair of being engulfed by the fire, and even more so, the poisonous oath she swore before she was about to be burned alive by the fire!

She vowed that if she survived the fire, she was going to double back everything she had suffered!

And now, she’s really survived!

Thinking about this, Christine White became very emotional, so emotional that her body, which could not be moved, shook in small tremors, and the medical machine at the bedside detected the rise in her blood pressure and suddenly ticked.

Hearing the machine screaming, the person outside the door immediately opened the door and came in, took two or three steps across to the side of the hospital bed, pressed the emergency button and then looked at the slightly trembling person on the bed in surprise, “You finally woke up?”

This sound … It’s Bess Camp!

Christine White’s eyes got hot, snapped out of her hatred, and her mouth moved as if she wanted to say something.

Bess Camp saw it and leaned down to lean her ear over and froze for a moment when she heard the hee-haw sound she made, then reacted with some uncertainty, “Are you trying to say thank you to me?”

Christine White’s mouth moved again, this time only one syllable.

But Bess Camp heard her, and she said uh-huh.

Bess Camp smiled softly, “You’re welcome, saving you was the right thing to do.”

As the words fell, several footsteps came from outside the door.

Immediately afterward, several doctors and nurses walked in, and the one in charge asked, “Is the patient awake?”

“Awake.” Bess Camp stepped aside from the side of the hospital bed and politely said, “Thanks for the trouble.”

“I should.” The doctor said politely before nodding to a few of the other doctors behind him and starting to examine Christine White.

After a quick examination, Bess Camp pulled the doctor, “Well?”

“It’s good that the patient is awake, it means out of danger.” The doctor answered truthfully as he wrote on his chart binder.

Bess Camp sighed in relief, “That’s good, but she doesn’t seem to be able to talk, what’s going on?”

“That’s normal.” The doctor finished writing, closed the chart binder, looked at Christine White and said, “She inhaled too much smoke, and that smoke damaged her voice, which is why she couldn’t speak.”

Christine White was a little anxious to hear this, and her lips kept twitching as she tried to say something.

Bess Camp stepped forward, “Christine, are you asking the doctor if you can talk afterward? Close your lips together if you are, and move them twice if you aren’t.”

Christine White closed her lips together as soon as she heard how well he understood herself.

Bess Camp let out a laugh and turned her attention back to the doctor, “Doctor, as you heard, will she be able to talk again?”

“Of course you can, you’ll be able to talk in a couple of days, it’s just that your voice has been smoked and you may not sound the same as you did before, it’ll be hoarse.” The doctor looked at Christine White back.

Bess Camp rushed to look toward her as well.

Christine White, though her eyes were hidden from sight, could feel the worry that flowed from him, and her lips moved twice.

Bess Camp had no idea what she was saying and put her ear to it again, barely catching it.

“She said it was fine.” Bess Camp straightened up and explained to the doctor.

A hint of appreciation passed through the doctor’s eyes, “It seems that this young lady is still very open-minded.”

“She’s strong.” Bess Camp nodded.

The doctor smiled, “That’s fine, this young lady just get some rest, call us anytime if there’s anything.”

After that, the group walked out.

The ward became quiet again.

Bess Camp closed the door and returned to the bedside, glancing at Christine White’s dry lips, and busied herself with the glass of water at the head of the bed, inserting a very long, soft straw into it, then handing the sucking end to her mouth, “Have some water.”

Christine White was getting a little thirsty and didn’t even know how to tell him, but she didn’t expect him to get it already, which touched her heart.

She made a thank you gesture before she took a hold of the straw and took a big gulp of water from the cup until it was almost at the bottom and she stopped.

“Not drinking?” Bess Camp looked at Christine White.

Christine White’s lips moved in response.

Bess Camp knowingly removed the straw and put the cup back on the bed, drawing another clean tissue and gently wiping the corners of her mouth.

As he wiped, he spoke, “I know you have a lot of questions you want to ask right now, so how about you slowly do the mouthing and I’ll use lip reading to understand, and if you get it wrong, you’ll move your lips two more times like you did just now, and if it’s right, you’ll move them a little bit, how about that?”

Christine White’s lips twitched.

Bess Camp dropped the tissue, “Great, so you can start mouthing off now and I’ll guess what you want to ask.”

As the words left his mouth, he stared at her lips for an instant, afraid to miss a single gag.

Christine White’s diction was a little long, but it was better than slow, and Bess Camp guessed what she was asking almost by accident.

But so as not to make a mistake, he begged to differ, “You’re asking how I knew you were being held there by Molly Bort at the time aren’t you?”

Christine White moved her lips in a flurry of excitement once she heard that he had actually read her lips.

Knowing she had guessed correctly, Bess Camp smiled gently and replied, “It’s Aunt Lucy.”

Aunt Lucy?