Seize His Little Wife

“Yes, but it’s going to take a while.” Bess Camp rested against her chin.

Christine White blinked, “Time?”

“Well, with Dr. Pitre’s research, there’s still the final step, and it’s going to take almost a couple of months before it’s actually ready for market application, just about the time your baby is almost born.” Bess Camp said looking at her stomach.

Christine White followed suit, looking down at her belly with a motherly smile in her eyes, “It’s only been two months now.”

“It’s going to be quick, your implant and kidney transplant will have to be done after the baby is born, so you’ll have to take care of your body in the months leading up to the baby’s birth.” Bess Camp cautioned her.

Timothy’s mother took Christine White’s hand and was very agreeable.

Christine White, in the face of the two men’s concern, naturally couldn’t say a word of refusal, and could only nod her head in response.

It didn’t take long for Mother Toki to leave, and as the matriarch of The Camp Family, there was a daily dose of Lady Diplomacy waiting for her to attend.

Bess Camp followed shortly after Mastermind left, having been called away by a phone call.

Before he left, though, he left her plenty of things to pass the time, so that she wouldn’t be so bored when she was alone in the hospital.

Soon, a week had passed and Christine White had pretty much adjusted to hospital life abroad.

In the meantime, the burns on her body were scabbing over one by one and she was able to remove the bandages.

Only Christine White refused to take it off anyway, because once she was curious about what she really looked like now, she undid one of the bandages slightly.

When she saw her face under the bandages, her whole body broke down.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

She couldn’t imagine how she could have imagined that the disfigured person in the mirror was herself, and as a result, this week, her emotions were almost always repressed, and only barely better when The Camp Family came to visit.

“Have some soup, mom made it especially for you.” Bess Camp came in carrying a thermos and said to Christine White, who was sitting sullenly in her hospital bed.

Christine White moved her gaze to look at him, “What kind of soup? It’s not chicken soup again, is it?”

This week, Timothy’s mother had made chicken soup for her almost every day, and it made her vomit.

Of course, it’s not that it doesn’t taste good, on the contrary it actually tastes good, it’s just that it tastes so good that you can’t stand drinking it every day.

Which flash of fear in Christine White’s eyes was captured by Bess Camp.

He hooked his lips and smiled slightly, “Don’t worry, not this time, mom knows you’re tired of drinking chicken soup, specially made other soups for you, very light.”

“So, that’s good.” Christine White patted her chest and let out a light breath.

Bess Camp dished out a bowl of soup and brought it to her, “Slow down, it’s a little hot!”

“It’s okay, I’ll just blow on it.” Christine White smiled and took the bowl in both hands.

This time, the soup was pork belly soup, with a few bright green scallions floating on top of the creamy white broth.

Christine White stirred the soup twice with her spoon, then scooped up a spoonful and blew gently on it and put it in her mouth, the delicious flavor flooding her entire taste buds and making her eyes light up.

“Yummy!”

“Drink as much as you like, there’s more in there.” Bess Camp pointed to the thermos at the foot of the bed.

Christine White hmmm’d and continued to sip her bowl of soup.

Halfway through the drink, there was a knock on the door of the hospital room.

Christine White stopped moving to lock eyes with Bess Camp.

Bess Camp closed the magazine in her hand and looked to the door, “Come in.”

Click!

The door opened.

Assistant Land walked in with a document, looking rather complicated, “Chief Camp.”

“Yes?” Bess Camp looked at him.

Assistant Land opened her mouth, “On the domestic side, President Lane’s relationship with Molly Bort has been cleared up.”

Upon hearing this, Christine White’s hand on her bowl tightened in vain, “What were the results?”

Assistant Land lowered her head and her voice became a little small, “They … did get back together!”

The air became instantly quiet.

Bess Camp turns her attention to Christine White.

Only to see her deadly pinching the bowl with the spoon, her head hung low, not able to see her eyes, but the low aura that flowed out from her body was undisguised.

“Christine …” Bess Camp was a little worried.

Christine White looked up, her eyes a little red, “I’m fine, I’ve guessed this outcome for a long time haven’t I? Now it’s just confirmed.”

“Is there a reason to get back together?” Bess Camp asked.

Assistant Land nodded, “Yes!”

“What is it?” Christine White stared at him intently, her tone urgent.

Assistant Land handed over the paper in her hand, “In here is President Lane’s diagnostic report.”

“Diagnostic report?” Bess Camp picked the file up and flipped it open, her eyes widening slightly when she saw what was on it, “Amnesia?”

“What amnesia?” Christine White snatched the document in his hand and read it, seeing the end, her complexion changed greatly, the hand holding the document was trembling, her tone was full of disbelief, “He actually lost his memory …”

“What the hell is going on here?” Bess Camp asked again.

Assistant Land scratched his hair, “Remember the last time President Lane had a blood clot in his head?”

Christine White nodded her head back and forth, “Because of that, he lost his memory?”

“That’s right, that blood clot caused a side effect when it was shattered by Dr. Norton, and that side effect was memory loss, but President Lane’s memory loss wasn’t like normal memory loss, his memory loss was special …”

That said, Land’s assistant looked at Christine White again and became intolerant.

Christine White caught it, and a huge wave of unease rose up in her heart with a thump.

She subconsciously composed the papers in her hands and asked dumbly, “What’s so special about it?”

Bess Camp looked at Assistant Land as well, waiting for an answer.

Assistant Land sighed, “President Lane is suffering from indirect memory loss, instead of forgetting everything from his past, he’s only forgotten everything from the last three years.”

“Only forgot everything about those three years …” Christine White swayed, blacking out a bit.

Bess Camp saw it and rushed to hold her up, “Is everything okay?”

Christine White didn’t answer him, just looked at Land’s assistant with scarlet eyes, “You mean he remembers everyone, he remembers Ives Norton, he remembers Molly Bort, but he only forgot about me, don’t you?”

It was three years ago that she married him.

Since he forgot everything about those three years, doesn’t that mean, he forgot about her!

“Really?” Bess Camp’s expression grew serious as well.

Assistant Land shook his head, “Pretty much, but President Lane remembers that he was married to you Miss, and knows you as a person Miss, he’s just forgotten everything that happened after you were married, and his feelings for you Miss.”

“So that’s what happened, so that’s what happened!” Christine White said those four words twice in a row, her body trembling more than a little, “So he forgot about his feelings for me, so his feelings for Molly Bort were resurrected, so they got back together …”

“Yes.” Landuke responded.

Bess Camp narrowed her eyes, “So Dr. Norton and Special Assistant Gates didn’t do anything? Didn’t they tell President Lane what had happened in the last three years, and everything before President Lane and Christine?”

“I don’t know about that, but I think they should have said it, but President Lane forgot these three years with Miss, forgot his feelings for Miss, even if they said it, President Lane wouldn’t necessarily believe it, after all, he doesn’t have Miss’s place in his heart anymore. ” Assistant Land said, darting a glance at Christine White.

Christine White looked at the papers in her hands, both eyes scattered and glowing, as if she had lost her soul.

Bess Camp was a little distressed and was about to open her mouth to comfort her when Land’s assistant spoke again, “There’s one more thing, it’s about President Lane and Molly Bort, so be prepared, young lady.”

Christine White looked at him with vacant eyes, “… What is it?”

What could be more cruel than Baird Lane forgetting his feelings for her!

“President Lane and Molly Bort, they …” Assistant Land couldn’t bear to look away and gritted her teeth, “They’re getting married!”