Seize His Little Wife

Ives Norton stretched, “There are only a few places Leo Bort can go, one is abroad, the other is Molly Bort’s mother’s hometown, or your mother’s hometown, and those are the only places that are safest for him.”

“Old Home …” Christine White whispered those two words, her eyes flashing brilliantly.

After a few seconds, she gathered her composure and lifted her chin slightly, “I know, I’ll have someone poke around, but I can’t figure out why Molly Bort would send Leo Bort away when six years ago, Baird Lane lost his memory, and I was a dead man in their eyes.”

At that point, father and daughter Leo Bort shouldn’t have to worry about anyone getting back at them.

“This … I’m not sure about the specifics, but Molly Bort and the others should be afraid that Baird will suddenly regain his memory.” Ives Norton guessed.

Christine White scoffed lightly, “Maybe, I’m done eating.”

“Going away, then?” Ives Norton asked, setting down the glass of water in his hand.

Instead of answering, Christine White looked aside to the quiet Bao.

Bao sensed her eyes and lifted his little head to meet hers.

After reading the meaning in Bo’s eyes, Christine White stood up, “Come on, Bo wants to go back too.”

“Okay, it’s getting late, it’s time to head back.” Ives Norton nodded and followed suit.

The three of them went out of the box together.

Christine White handed Bo over to Ives Norton and went to the front desk to settle the bill herself.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

When they were done, the three of them exited the restaurant to the car at the curb, and as soon as they got in, Christine White saw something and her eyes narrowed.

“Wait, don’t drive yet.” Christine White called out to Ives Norton, but her eyes were looking out the window.

Ives Norton craned his head to look at her quizzically, “What’s wrong?”

Christine White didn’t answer.

Ives Norton sensed something strange about her and followed the direction of her eyes, and it dawned on him when he saw the three figures, two large and one small, not far away.

“I can’t believe they’re leaving at this hour, too.” Ives Norton let go of the steering wheel and leaned his back against the seat back, blandly.

The corners of Christine White’s mouth quirked up without a trace of warmth, “Yeah, well, it’s a good thing we got out first.”

Luckily they came out first and got into the car, or at a later date, Bo would have been seen by Baird Lane for sure.

With her resemblance to her former self so much, coupled with Bo’s equally similar looks to Baird Lane, any person would have identified them as mother and son.

But the image of those three people outside walking side by side was pretty harsh to look at!

Baird Lane’s behavior of dragging Molly Bort’s daughter along with him was especially upsetting to her, and she wondered how Bao would react if she saw it.

With that in mind, Christine White withdrew her gaze from looking at the three men outside and turned to look at Bao at her side.

“Baby, look outside.” Christine White pointed out the window.

little baby looked after him, and after seeing the picture she wanted him to see, his delicate little face did not have the slightest expression, and then calmly averted his gaze, and continued to lower his head to play with the Rubik’s Cube, as if everything outside was not as interesting as the Rubik’s Cube in his hand.

This made Christine White’s heart more than a little disappointed.

Disappointed that Po wasn’t upset at all when he saw his real dad being so nice to the other kids.

How she wished that Bao would be moody and unhappy, that would at least show that Bao’s autism was showing signs of improvement, but no, Bao’s behavior was calm.

This is also a disguised indication that Baird Lane is really not useful and does not have the slightest effect on Bo’s condition!

Christine White’s approach was read by Ives Norton.

The scene just now also fell under his eyes.

He sighed inwardly and didn’t know whether to pity Baird Lane or sympathize with him.

The wife, once deeply in love with Baird Lane, is now bent on revenge, and the biological son, again, has no feelings for Baird Lane.

Hmmm ….. . there’s something sad about Baird Lane!

“Come on Ives, there’s nothing more to see.” Christine White said to the man in the driver’s seat as she rolled the window up completely.

Ives Norton gathered his thoughts back, “Okay, sit tight.”

As the words left his mouth, he pulled the gear and stepped on the gas.

The car pulled forward and out, with Baird Lane’s car parked just ahead.

Baird Lane was bending over to fasten Ann’s seatbelt when he suddenly heard a horn honk from behind him, as if deliberately aimed at him.

He frowned, straightening up and turning to look when he saw the tail end of a familiar car.

That’s ….. … Ives Norton’s car?

Why is he here?

Before I could think better of it, Molly Bort’s question came to my ear, “Baird, what are you looking at?”

Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed, “Nothing, let’s go.”

“Oh.” Molly Bort answered, glancing suspiciously twice in the direction he’d just looked, pulling open the door and getting in.

Baird Lane got into the driver’s seat as well, buckling his seatbelt while inclining his head towards the restaurant he’d just come out of, his mind a mess to say the least.

That woman … Who the hell is it?

Is it Christine White, or isn’t it?

If so, how is she still alive? And looking like she didn’t recognize him!

If not, who is she? Why does she look so much like Christine White!

“Baird, what’s on your mind?” Molly Bort’s voice came from the back seat again, interrupting Baird Lane’s thoughts.

Baird Lane pursed his lips in some displeasure, “What’s wrong?”

“There’s a car back there rushing us again.” Molly Bort pointed backward.

Baird Lane glanced in his rearview mirror and sure enough, he saw a car honking its headlights.

“Take care of Ann, I’m driving.” He pressed his brow, a faint reminder.

Molly Bort nodded, “Good.”

The car started, and on the way, Baird Lane’s face was sullen, and he seemed to have a heavy heart.

Molly Bort, though she sensed it, did not ask more questions, for her heart was also heavy.

Back at the villa, it was almost ten o’clock.

Aunt Lucy heard the car and hurriedly opened the door and went out to greet it.

“Sir, you’re finally back.” Aunt Lucy smiled as she took Baird Lane’s coat.

As for the mother and daughter, Molly Bort, who then got out of the car, she ignored them as if they were not there.

She’d never thought Molly Bort was Mr. Mister’s wife, and that the bratty, unpleasant, fat girl was Mr. Mister’s daughter.

In her heart, only the former wife, and the child in her womb, were truly recognized by her.

Just a shame …

With a faintly inaccessible sigh, the smile on Aunt Lucy’s face faded considerably.

And how could Molly Bort not see Aunt Lucy’s dislike for her mother and daughter.

This old woman never liked the two of them, nor did she serve them, and even often threw her face at them.

She would have thrown the old woman out if she didn’t have a high place in Baird’s heart.

With that in mind, Molly Bort glared at Aunt Lucy, said hello to Baird Lane, and dragged Ann into the cottage.

Aunt Lucy rolled her eyes widely towards the backs of the mother and daughter, and cut her mouth in disdain.

Baird Lane saw it, and his eyes flashed without meaning to say anything about her, or to fight for Molly Bort, mother and daughter.

Anyway, no one knows what’s going on in his mind.

“You were saying, I’m finally back, what’s up?” Baird Lane asked lightly as he straightened his cuffs.

Speaking of business, Aunt Lucy got serious and slung his coat over his arm, “Half an hour ago, Furber called.”

“Fubar?” Baird Lane pursed his lips, “Or is it about the last time?”

“Well, I think Fubo is really determined this time and wants to go back to his old home to retire.” Aunt Lucy lamented.

Baird Lane closed his eyes and when he opened them again, they were dark, “You tell him later that I won’t agree to let him retire right here in the old mansion, no negotiation!”

With that, he lifted his foot and walked into the villa.

Aunt Lucy followed him, “But sir, Fubar is determined to go this time.”

“Ironically?” Baird Lane stumbled to his feet, “Did he say something?”