Seize His Little Wife

She felt really pretentious.

On the one hand, she doesn’t want Baird Lane to see her, and on the other hand, she wants Baird Lane to know she’s alive.

But if he knew she was alive, he would have come to see her …

It made her really unsure what to do …

“He didn’t believe me, he decided that you were right here with me, after all, I was on him so much before, he didn’t deserve to be in charge of such a large group if he couldn’t think of it, but he didn’t believe me, and someone had to.” Bess Camp said as she looked at Christine White in her hospital bed.

Christine White’s lips parted slightly, ‘Who is it?’

“Molly Bort!” replied Bess Camp.

‘Her?’ Christine White hated in her heart, ‘What did she do?’

“She could have surprised me, she got whoever she was looking for to get a body pretending to be you, and paid off the coroner who examined the body to get his hands on the machine that identifies DNA, and bit the bullet that the body was you.”

With that, Bess Camp told the story of what had happened, exactly as it happened.

Christine White couldn’t afford to be so angry inside after hearing this that her lips were about to be bitten through by herself.

Of course, it was Baird Lane she was more worried about than Molly Bort’s impudence.

‘Baird is he going to be alright?’ She asked with a quick mouthful of words that showed her inner urgency.

Bess Camp glanced at her wristwatch, “Not sure yet, on the way back I had my people poking around the hospital where Dr. Norton is, I should have results soon.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, his cell phone rang.

Bess Camp raised an eyebrow, “Kinda got me.”

‘You pick it up!’ Christine White urged.

Bess Camp hmmm’d and took her cell phone out, not avoiding her, and answered it in front of her.

“Chief Camp.” The assistant’s voice came from the other end of the line.

Bess Camp inquired, “What is the status of President Lane?”

“President Lane is all right, but there’s a not-so-small problem.” The assistant said.

Bess Camp frowned at first, then after glancing at Christine White, asked, “What’s the problem?”

“It’s that President Lane had a blood clot in his brain at some point, and from what Dr. Norton said, because of this clot, President Lane had been having headaches for many days, and this time, when he learned of Ms. White’s death, he suffered a lot of stimulation, and the clot blocked his nerves, and that’s why he collapsed. ” The assistant replied.

“Blood clots? How did he get a blood clot in his brain?” Upon hearing this, Bess Camp was a little puzzled.

Christine White moved her lips to ask even as she did. ‘What clots?’

Bess Camp saw it and didn’t answer her, just concentrated on waiting for the assistant’s words.

The assistant scratched his head, “I’m not sure about that, Dr. Norton also asked Special Assistant Gates, but Special Assistant Gates didn’t answer.”

“Yeah.” Bess Camp rubbed her brow, “So President Lane is okay now?”

“It’s okay, the blood clot in his brain has been shattered by Dr. Norton’s instrument, but it will take two days of coma before he wakes up.”

“Okay, I got it, come back.” Bess Camp snuffed out the phone.

Christine White asked again, ‘Bess Camp, what the hell is a blood clot, you tell me!’

Bess Camp put her phone down and tucked her in, “It’s nothing really, it’s just that President Lane has a blood clot in his brain, I don’t know how it got there, you know?”

Christine White sniffed and began to think.

Thinking for a moment, she pursed her lips, ‘I don’t know, I’ve never seen it before, there’s something wrong with his head.’

Blood clots in the head are usually the result of a strong blow to the head, which causes the blood to not flow and generate clots.

But generating clots overLand is not something that can be accomplished in a short period of time, usually a long period of time.

In other words, Baird Lane’s head, may have been hit a long time ago.

But again, she did wonder about Baird Lane’s head and when it was hit.

“I see, then it seems President Lane is hiding something else.” Bess Camp lamented.

Christine White bit her lower lip, ‘How’s Baird doing now?’

“It’s fine, just going to be out for two days.” Bess Camp returned.

Christine White breathed a small sigh of relief, ‘That’s good, that’s good.’NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“President Lane’s reason for this coma, besides the blood clot in his head, is that he believed the body to be you and was irritated, and you’re not going to tell him now that you’re still alive?” Bess Camp looked at her.

Christine White didn’t answer, but her heart was in the wrong place.

It wasn’t that she actually didn’t want to tell Baird Lane she was alive, she wanted to, badly.

But how can she meet him in this condition?

Even if he thought it was nothing, wouldn’t care, wouldn’t mind, she couldn’t get past that in her own heart, she couldn’t face her burned, so ugly self.

Because in this emotional marriage with him, she has actually always had an inferiority complex, her family background, ability, personality, appearance, etc., are not worthy of such a perfect him, and now that her face is ruined, she is even more unworthy of him.

Seeing Christine White’s hesitation to speak and the aura of negative sadness surrounding her, Bess Camp knew what she was thinking.

But he didn’t know how to persuade her, how to enlighten her, after all, the one who was hurt was her, she herself didn’t want to get through, didn’t walk out, whoever enlightened was useless.

‘Bess Camp.’ snapped Christine White ‘Can you go out? I’m trying to get some sleep.’

Bess Camp knew she was trying to calm herself down and stood up from her chair, “Fine, you sleep.”

With those words, he turned and exited the hospital room.

Listening to the door to the hospital room open and close, Christine White could no longer suppress her emotions and cried out silently.

Crying over my injuries and my future with Baird Lane …

She wonders what will happen to her and Baird Lane in the future and what will become of this marriage.

All she knows is that she is lost and uncertain, and has lost all confidence and hope in the future …

Soon, two days passed.

Christine White’s vocal cords have recovered a lot and she can make very small noises, but her voice is raspy and hard to hear, like she swallowed sand.

And from what the doctor said, that’s pretty much how she’s going to sound from now on, and it won’t change much, if at all.

Christine White was disappointed, but compared to the burns on her face and body, she was satisfied, at least she could still talk and not really become mute, only her eyes were still blind, and the gauze on her eyes still hadn’t been removed.

“Bess Camp,” Christine White asked in a rush of voices as she heard Bess Camp’s footsteps coming in, “Is Baird awake?”

For the past two days, she’d been most concerned about Baird Lane’s coma, in addition to the injuries on her body.

Now that two days had passed, she couldn’t wait to find out how he was doing now, if he was awake.

Bess Camp asked as if she had expected her to ask, so it didn’t surprise her at all, “I just got word that President Lane is awake.”

Christine White’s heart leapt with joy, “Great.”

“Want to hear his voice?” Bess Camp pulled out her cell phone and shook it.

Christine White instantly realized what he meant and gave a heavy hmmm, “Think!”

“Well then, I’ll call President Lane and give him my condolences.” Bess Camp said, dialing Baird Lane’s number.

Christine White held her breath and waited quietly.

Soon after, the phone was answered, but instead of Baird Lane, it was answered by Gates.

“Chief Camp?” Gates narrowed his eyes suspiciously, “What does Chief Camp want with our President Lane?”

Bess Camp watched as Christine White spoke back to him, “I heard that President Lane had woken up, so special greetings, where is President Lane?”

“I’m so sorry Chief Camp, President Lane is gone for a retest, would you like to call back later?” Gates offered.

The corner of Bess Camp’s mouth twitched, “So it was that bad of a coincidence?”