Seize His Little Wife

Baird Lane grips his hair tightly with both hands and gasps violently under his breath, seemingly in pain.

Gates was in a hurry, “Dr. Norton, look at President Lane!”

Ives Norton ignored him and was already giving Baird Lane a simple diagnosis without him even having to say anything.

But after all, there were no sophisticated instruments here, and he didn’t have any aids with him, so diagnosis was difficult.

“Dr. Norton, how is he doing with President Lane?” Gates clasped his hands together.

Ives Norton’s heart sank as he looked at Baird Lane’s increasingly pale face, “It’s bad, his head seems to be hurting, get down and put Baird on his back, we’re going to the hospital immediately!”

“Yes!” Gates nodded and crouched down without the slightest hesitation.

Ives Norton picked Baird Lane up off the ground and onto Gates’ back, and the three men hurried off.

Bess Camp looked in the direction the trio had left, her whole body still a little dazed.

How could he not have imagined that things would actually turn out like this?

It’s amazing how Christine White’s death affected Baird Lane so much, so much so that she vomited blood.

“It should be fine.” Bess Camp murmured with less certainty.

The forensic scientist aside looked at him, “Won’t you go, sir?”

Hearing this, Bess Camp’s eyes flashed with essence, “If you didn’t say anything, I almost forgot about you.”

“Hey?” The coroner questioned without understanding.

Bess Camp took two steps forward and walked up to him, her eyes cold, “Who paid you off?”

The medical examiner’s expression changed, a little flustered, “What did you say, sir, what buy-in, I don’t quite understand, I still have something to do, I’ll take my leave first!”

With that, he lowered his head and walked past Bess Camp.

But within two steps, Bess Camp yanked him to a halt, “That body wasn’t even President Lane’s wife, am I right?”

The coroner was horrified in his heart, cold sweat was seeping out from the corners of his forehead, “Sir this is too hasty, you said that if it wasn’t President Lane’s wife, then who could it be? You know the DNA comparison I just did, as well as the one done by that Dr. Norton, all came back the same, doesn’t that tell you everything?”

“Still talking tough!” Bess Camp grunted coldly, “In this world, everything can be faked, comparison results can be faked, corpses can be faked, then the machine that tests the corpses, of course, can be faked, and you tampered with the machine beforehand, that’s why you weren’t the least bit panicked about Dr. Norton going to do the comparisons because you knew that no matter who did it, the results would be the same. ”

That, too, he had just figured out.

Christine White is still alive and the person is in his possession, so naturally the body is a fake, and since it’s a fake, the body’s DNA can’t be the same as Christine White’s.

The coroner was bought and paid for for the time being, but Ives Norton even made a comparison result that the body was Christine White, this is obviously not right, and Ives Norton is impossible to have a problem, he has male and female feelings for Christine White, naturally, he does not want to believe that the body was Christine White, but he favored to make such a result, then it can only mean one thing.

The machine was tampered with!

The coroner’s pupils slammed shut as he listened to Bess Camp’s statement, and his face changed completely, revealing undisguised alarm.

“You …”

How the hell did this man know?

“Looks like I was right.” The smile on Bess Camp’s face widened as she watched the coroner.

The coroner’s lips quivered and he didn’t answer.

Bess Camp added, “I have to say, you did set it up very well, and when President Lane and the others found out from you that the body was Mrs. Lane, their first reaction was to be shocked, and they wouldn’t even think about whether or not the machine had been tampered with, so it’s safe to say that you, along with the one behind you, the ruse was a success. ”

At those words, the medical examiner’s body trembled, no longer able to hold on, disheveled sigh, conceded defeat, after all, the bottom was turned over, “Since you have guessed it, what else can I say.”

“Can ah, say the man behind you!” Bess Camp looped her arms.

The coroner smiled bitterly and lowered his head, “I’m sorry, I really don’t know who’s behind this, so you may be disappointed, this body, was brought in by a man from the road, that man was obviously just laying down the gauntlet, and he instructed me to do some tampering with the body and the testing machine, to make it believe that the body was Mrs. Lane.”

“Yeah.” Bess Camp raised an eyebrow.

He could see that the coroner didn’t look like he was lying.

Looks like this coroner really doesn’t know who’s behind this.

“Actually, I probably guessed who it was.” Bess Camp lifted a hand to her chin and rubbed it gently.

The coroner looked at him in surprise, “You knew?”

Bess Camp laughed, “Thinking a little deeper, I guessed that there was only one person who could hate Mrs. Lane so much, want the old lady dead, and want President Lane to think Mrs. Lane was dead.”

Molly Bort!

He couldn’t think of anyone else but her.

The coroner was tickled to see Bess Camp stop abruptly at a crucial point, “Sir, you haven’t said who it is yet.”

“That’s something you don’t need to know.” Bess Camp’s smile tightened, “Just stay here and don’t go anywhere, I’ll send someone over to keep an eye on you, you’re only good for one thing now and that’s a witness, I’ll let you know when you’re needed.”

Speaking here, his tone turned cold again, “If you dare to run, or if you dare to tell the people who sent the body over to save you, then you have to be prepared for The Lane Family Shao family, as well as me, to be wanted by all three parties, and you can think about what will happen to you when the time comes.”

With those words, Bess Camp turned and headed out the door.

The coroner behind him, on the other hand, was filled with pallor and sat down on the ground with weak legs, his heart filled with regret as to why he had acted on his greed and gotten involved in this dirty water of what appeared to be a struggle between powerful families.

Bess Camp left the funeral home and went back to the hospital where Christine White was.

Christine White, still awake, heard the door to the hospital room open and her little mouth opened slightly to make a sound.

But unfortunately, her voice still wouldn’t come out.

Bess Camp saw her mouth moving from a distance, and moving it with a great deal of urgency, and knew what she wanted to say.

“It’s me.” Bess Camp walked over to him, her voice regaining its gentleness, “I’m back.”

Hearing a familiar voice, Christine White breathed a huge sigh of relief, her heart settling.

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She couldn’t see or speak now, and was afraid that someone she didn’t recognize would come in the hospital room.

“Where’s the caretaker?” Bess Camp asked as she looked at the hospital room with only Christine White and none of the caretakers he had hired.

Christine White moved her lips and replied wordlessly, ‘The caretaker has gone to dinner and will be back in a few minutes.’

“I see, so are you hungry?” Bess Camp asked.

Christine White hastily replied, ‘I’m not hungry yet.’

“Then drink some water, I see your lips are dry.” With that, Bess Camp reached over to the glass of water at the foot of the bed and fed her through a straw.

Christine White happened to be thirsty as well and took a few sips with the straw in her mouth.

When she finished her drink, she asked, ‘You went to see Baird, what did he want with you?’

“He’s already starting to suspect that I was the one who saved you in the first place, and told me to hand you over yet.” Bess Camp pulled a chair over and sat down by her hospital bed.

Christine White’s body froze, ‘He knows?’

“It’s just a suspicion, and coming to see me today was more of a test, too.” Bess Camp crossed her fingers.

Christine White pursed her lips, ‘You told him?’

Bess Camp laughed softly, “Of course not, I knew you didn’t want President Lane to know what you’ve become so there was a denial of the fact that I saved you.”

‘Is that right …’ Christine White bit her lip, her heart both relieved and a little sour, ‘He believed it?’