Seize His Little Wife

“Those children are in the director’s office, once we realized what was going on, we had the kindergarten teacher take those children there and notify the parents, all the parents should be at the school by now, Ms. Camp, you want to go over there?” The assistant inquired.

Christine White narrowed her eyes, “Going over there won’t be necessary, I don’t want to see those devils, I’m going to clean them up without me having to do it myself yet!”

The director and assistant looked at each other, and finally the director spoke, “So those parents …”

“It’s up to you, the gardener, to take care of it, go back and tell them to wait for my retaliation, and tell them they’d better pray my son is okay, if anything happens to my son, they all won’t be able to get away with it.” Christine White said in an icy voice.

The head gardener shivered from her cold air and hastily wiped the sweat from the corner of his forehead, “I know, I will convey your words to them, but President Lane’s status is the highest, I may …”

“I know your scruples, don’t worry about them, just relay the same message to him, tell him to get ready for another national fame.” Christine White’s eyes blazed.

She had said so, the head gardener naturally could not have any more objections, and answered with a nod, while at the same time deciding in her heart that when she went back, she would not only spread the word properly, but also dissuade those children.

Those kids are no longer fit to be in kindergarten after doing something so infuriating twice in a row.

Kindergarten, can’t teach such children who are evil by nature.

That’s kind of what the kindergarten gave this Ms. Camp.

The gardener left with the assistant, and Christine White turned around and resumed picking at the dialysis room door and window, peering blearily in.

After a long look, Ives Norton came toward the door.

Christine White knew he was coming out and took a quick step back, afraid to delay him from opening the door.

The door opens and Ives Norton comes out.

Christine White grabbed him by the arm and asked eagerly, “How’s Po?”

“The wound on Bo’s face is fine, it will heal with proper care, as for the wound on his body it’s a bit more serious, there’s a slight hemorrhage in his spleen and stomach, he needs to be hospitalized.” Ives Norton replied heavily as he removed his mouth.

Christine White’s face went white, “I can’t believe it’s this bad …”

“Yes, the person who did it was too harsh, and that’s not the most important thing, what’s important is that I’m worried about this incident, it will bring a very serious psychological shadow to Bo, and I’m afraid that his autism will bounce back and worsen.” Ives Norton looked at her unforgivingly and said in a deep voice.

Christine White swayed and fell backwards.

Seeing this, Ives Norton reached out his arm and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her back.

“Is everything okay?” He asked nervously.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Christine White gently pushed him away and stumbled over to the wall, leaning her body up against it and using it to support herself as her voice came back hoarse and dry, “I’m fine, I just can’t take what you just said.”

Autism exacerbated!

How can!

She had managed to get Bo to take a step away from autism, so how could she let him go back.

“Ives, is this highly likely?” Christine White looked hopefully at the man in front of her.

Ives Norton knew what kind of answer she wanted to hear, but unfortunately, he couldn’t satisfy her anymore.

“Very high.” He replied intolerantly.

Christine White’s mouth moved as if she wanted to say something, but couldn’t make a sound.

Ives Norton is heartbroken for her, “Christine …”

Christine White didn’t respond, as if she had lost her soul, her eyes staring blankly ahead.

Ives Norton felt a pang of sadness, for Bo and for her.

“Christine, it’s okay, if Bo’s autism does get worse, we’ll just get him going again, okay?” Ives Norton softly comforted Christine White.

Christine White had tears in her smile, “All over again?”

“That’s right, Bo is still young and we have time.” Ives Norton put a hand on her shoulder.

His hands were warm, as if they still carried a kind of strength, and Christine White, who was stronger and stronger inside, couldn’t hold on at the moment, leaned her head against his chest, grabbed the sides of his lab coat with both hands, and broke down emotionally and cried out.

Her cries were full of grief and sorrow, which made people’s hearts clench together fiercely.

It was the second time Ives Norton had seen her cry in the past six years, and in the past, no matter how much pain she had been in after surgery or how hard it had been to learn all the things she had to learn, she had never cried except for that one time when The Camp Family’s grandmother passed away, because she had long since become strong inside.

And now she was crying again, for the second time in six years, because of Bo.

Bo was her soft spot, the one she cared about the most.

How could she not be devastated now that the person she cared about most was injured.

At that thought, Ives Norton gently patted Christine White’s back, his heart aching for her even more, but he made no attempt to speak out to calm her.

He knew that she didn’t need to be comforted at the moment, she just needed to vent, she just needed to cry like she was doing right now, and after that, she would be strong again.

I don’t know how long it took, but Christine White’s crying calmed down.

She let go of the collar of Ives Norton’s lab coat before lifting her head from his arms and rubbing the back of her weeping eyes, apologizing, “I’m sorry for wetting your shirt.”

“That’s okay, just change the set later.” Ives Norton fished a pack of tissues out of his pocket and handed it over.

Christine White just needed it, said thanks and took it.

Ives Norton looked at her, “Who the hell hit Bo on who?”

Christine White paused for a moment wiping her eyes, then resumed, her voice returning without a trace of emotion, “It’s Molly Bort’s daughter, and a couple of other brats from the nursery.”

“What?” Ives Norton was surprised.

Christine White threw the used funds into a nearby trash can and spilled the beans.

After hearing this, Ives Norton was silent and unsettled.

He knows that not every child in this world is an angel, there are demons too.

This demon, however, is usually a generalized reference to the more mischievous, trouble-making kind of kid, but the kind of kid who doesn’t get into particularly big trouble, so people in general tend to still be able to accept kids like that.

But Ann Lane is different, she’s not just naughty anymore, she’s mean and vicious.

If he hadn’t personally witnessed this happening, he really couldn’t have imagined that there was a child as vicious as Ann Lane in the world.

She was only five years old, how could she do such a cruel thing to a child who was also five years old? He even wondered if Ann Lane would have let those kids beat Po to death alive if Po hadn’t been found in time.

If that’s true, a five-year-old murderer makes it impossible to imagine what kind of devil he’ll be when he grows up.

“Christine, what do you want to do? I know you’re going to get back at them, and it won’t be as simple as last time.” Ives Norton looked at Christine White.

Christine White had a vicious flash in her eyes, and instead of answering, she asked, “When is Po coming out?”

“Almost there, the nurse is medicating Bo.” Ives Norton replied.

Christine White hmmmed and didn’t ask any more questions.

The two stood outside in silence for a moment before Bo was wheeled out by the nurse.

Little Treasure lay on the stroller, the whole tiny mass of a body less than a meter tall, weighing no more than fifty pounds, but losing so big two bottles of hangnails, which made Christine White’s heart ache and twitch.

She followed the cart all the way to the hospital room and waited until the nurses had vacated Po to his bed before she was finally able to touch him.

She touched the pinch on Bao’s face and hated it in her heart.

At that moment, the cell phone in her bag rang, she took a breath and pushed down the hatred in her heart for the time being, took out the phone and looked at it, answered it, “Hello?”