Seize His Little Wife

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Her own son was born with congenital maladies and autism, and was hospitalized for three days to take medication.

And all because of his daughter’s own mother; if Molly Bort had not come to her death several times, Bao would not have been hurt in her womb, and would not have been born ill!

But he, Baird Lane, was so good as to marry the woman who had harmed Bao and her, and to treat that woman’s daughter as if she were his own, and did he know that while he was spoiling that little girl, his own son was suffering from his illness?

Because of this, her hatred for him, went up another level, only to become more determined to get back at him!

Thinking about this, Christine White’s body was shaking from anger.

Ives Norton couldn’t help but sigh softly at the sight, “In this case, Baird Lane did do wrong.”

He also thought she was spot on when she said Baird Lane was out of his mind.

Raising someone else’s daughter so well is not at all like Baird Lane’s original character.

“You think he’s wrong too?” Christine White took a deep breath to calm down and looked at Ives Norton with a sullen gaze, “So you’re still going to try to talk me out of it?”

Ives Norton laughed bitterly, “Now that you’ve made up your mind, how can I persuade you?”

“That’s fine, but you’re not going to tell Baird Lane that I’m going to get back at him, are you?” Christine White said with a wry smile.

Ives Norton frowned, “Christine, am I such a person? Let alone the fact that I won’t go snitching, not to mention the fact that Baird Lane and I have long since broken up, and in the past five years, I’ve seen him a handful of times, and apart from meeting him, I haven’t even spoken a word.”

“In that case, then I believe you.” Christine White put away her tentative thoughts and resumed her usual appearance.

Ives Norton smiled anew as well, “How about going to dinner tonight?”

“Yes.” Christine White didn’t refuse and agreed.

He had helped her take care of Bo for half a month, and it was only right that she should treat him to a meal.

“Okay then, I’ll head back to the hospital then, and I’ll be in touch tonight.” Ives Norton got up from the couch.

Christine White followed suit, rising and walking him to the door until his figure disappeared around the corner of the elevator before she closed the door to the room behind her.

Back in the bedroom, Christine White gently walked over to the bed first and looked at Bo, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, before taking her pajamas and heading to the bathroom.

She stood naked in front of the mirror and stumbled expressionlessly as she looked at her strange and familiar self in the mirror.

This face, not exactly restored from her former face, but combined some features of the real Christine Camp, such as her former almond eyes became Christine Camp’s peach eyes, such as her former small round nose became her current high and straight nose, in a word, this face is a combination of her and Christine Camp.

In order to become the real Christine Camp, she not only made her face like this, but also transplanted Christine Camp’s memories, and there was a time when she couldn’t even tell if she was Christine Camp or Christine White, fortunately, in the end, with the help of Bess Camp, she had the Christine Camp’s memories absorbed and organized clearly.

It was also from that moment that she became the true daughter of The Camp Family, attending the meet-and-greet party that The Camp Family had arranged for her, and was reborn!

The Camp Family had been really good to her, not only finding her a kidney to save her, but also spending a lot of money to restore her burns, except that Dr. Pitre’s simulated human skin material was limited, and only a certain amount of simulated skin could be used on humans each year.

That’s why she’s had implants almost every year, and after five years, only her face and neck and hands, which are often exposed, have recovered, while there are still a few scars left on her body, waiting for this year’s surgery.

“Molly Bort…” Christine White murmured the name that she hated so much, her eyes were scarlet and her body was even tighter, as if something was about to burst out of her.

After a moment, she closed her eyes hard and calmed down, yanking a towel off to the side and starting the shower.

After her shower, she gingerly returned to her room, leaned down, and after kissing Bo’s face, she took the blow dryer to the living room to blow out her hair.

In the evening, Ives Norton called as promised.

Christine White woke up Bo, dressed him, and carried him out the door.

Ives Norton’s appointment was at a fancy western restaurant, quiet enough to be a good setting for Bo.

Ives Norton had already arrived when Christine White arrived with Bo in her arms.

He reached out and tried to take Bo from her arms.

But Po wrapped his arms around Christine White’s neck and wouldn’t let him.

Christine White smiled in embarrassment, “I’m sorry Ives, Little Treasure he …”

“It’s fine, of course he’s more attached to you now that you’re back, so have a seat.” He waved his hand unconcernedly and pulled the chairs out for mother and son.

Christine White thanked her and settled Po into one of the chairs before sitting down.

“Let’s see what we’re having.” Ives Norton handed her a menu.

Christine White took it, looked at it, and chose a sirloin steak.

“Where’s Xiaobao? What does Little Treasure want to eat?” Ives Norton looked tenderly across the table at Po.

Po didn’t respond, keeping his head down and playing with a Rubik’s Cube.

The Rubik’s Cube was so big that he couldn’t even hold it in his two small hands, but the speed of turning it was not slow at all, and in only twenty to thirty seconds, he had restored the messed up Rubik’s Cube.

Ives Norton couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

This kid’s IQ is really something.

Although he had seen the boy restore the Rubik’s Cube long ago, every time he watched it, it left him in awe.

This kind of twelve-step Rubik’s Cube is very difficult for adults to play, but little baby, a child who is only five years old, can play so easily, even without thinking, the so-called genius, is no more than that, compared to that spiteful and capricious fat girl raised by Baird Lane, little baby doesn’t know where the excellence has gone.

“What are you thinking about so fascinated!” Christine White called out to Ives Norton twice, both times seeing no response from him, and couldn’t help but wave her hand in front of his face.

Ives Norton came back to his senses now, a little embarrassed, “Wasn’t thinking about anything, was thinking about how smart Bo is.”

At those words, Christine White’s eyes curved and she reached out to touch little baby’s little head, “little baby is very smart, if it wasn’t for my brother saying that little baby staying in the kindergarten would be good for him, I would have wanted to just hire a teacher to teach him knowledge.”

“Mr. Toki is right, the kindergarteners are lively and may be able to influence Bo.” Ives Norton couldn’t agree more with Bess Camp’s words.

Christine White nodded, “Yeah, so I dismissed that idea, but even so, things still aren’t getting any better for Bo.”

She was a little worried.

Ives Norton pushed a glass of water in front of her, “Well don’t worry, Bo is fine, he needs to heal slowly, he will always be fine.”

“I hope so!” Christine White lifted her glass of water and toasted him, taking a sip of water instead of wine.

She then put down her glass of water and stood up.

When little baby saw this, he immediately dropped the Rubik’s Cube in his hand and grabbed the hem of her skirt, his two black grape-like eyes staring tightly at her, as if he was afraid that she would go away, with fear clearly written in his eyes.

Such a little treasure makes Christine White’s heart sore and aching.

She took a breath and bent down, raising a gentle smile to look squarely at little baby, her voice softly saying, “Don’t worry baby, mommy isn’t leaving, mommy is just going to the restroom, she’ll be back soon, really, how about trusting mommy?”