Seize His Little Wife

“What’s wrong?” Christine White couldn’t help but ask as she came in from the balcony after her phone call and saw Ives Norton looking at Bo.

“Bo so wants to wake up.” Ives Norton looked back at her.

Christine White’s expression tightened as soon as she heard the words, and she hastened to cross to the bed at a quicker pace, staring at Po as he did.

Bao was indeed about to wake up as he said, his eyelids moved and slowly opened.

“Xiaobao …” Christine White called out softly to Po.

However, as if Little Treasure had been frightened by something, his little body suddenly twisted violently, and his two little hands were raised in front of him, waving them around as if to repel something, while his little face was even more covered with panic, and his pair of light-brown eyes were even darker without the slightest bit of high light.

Such a little treasure who’s could see something was very wrong, very abnormal.

Christine White, however, knows that this is what Bo looks like when he’s extremely scared, and it’s a look she hasn’t seen in a year, and seeing it again now confirms Ives Norton’s words outside the dialysis room that Bo’s autism has worsened!

Christine White took a couple steps back from the big hit and almost fell over.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Ives Norton pulled her just in time to steady her, “Is everything okay?”

Christine White couldn’t be bothered to answer him, and emotionally unsteady, she went back to the hospital bed and reached out to touch Bo.

But Bao sat up abruptly from the hospital bed when her hand was about to touch him, pulling the quilt over to cover himself from head to toe, and shivering under it when he was covered.

Only Christine White knew that it wasn’t the quilt shaking, it was Bo shaking.

He was afraid, afraid that someone might hurt him!

Realizing this, Christine White’s eyes instantly reddened, and she choked back a sob as she looked at the arching mass of the quilt, her voice as gentle as she could manage, “Baby, it’s mommy.”

Po was still shaking as if he couldn’t hear.

Ives Norton stood by, knowing full well that Po still really couldn’t hear.

It wasn’t literally that he couldn’t hear, it was that Bao himself had closed off his senses to all the sounds of the outside world, to all the people in the outside world, and had only shut himself up in the dark space, thinking that he would be able to protect himself that way.

This is the most common manifestation of a person with autism.

“Christine, you’re not helping, Po is in a state of autism right now, he can’t hear you at all.” Ives Norton looked at Christine White, who was still trying to talk to Bo, and opened her mouth to advise her.

Christine White simply did not listen to his persuasion, went forward and held Xiaobao in her arms, wanting to hold the world’s most precious treasures, the movement was gentle and careful, “Xiaobao, mommy begs you, lift the quilt and look at mommy, okay? Mom begged you …”

She didn’t dare to lift Bo’s quilt herself.

Right now for Bao, the quilt is a wall, a wall that can bring him a certain sense of security.

If she lifted the quilt, it was tantamount to pushing Little Treasure’s ramparts, and then not only would she not be able to stabilize Little Treasure’s emotions, but she would also irritate him even more.

So all she could do was beg Po to hear her and lift the covers herself.

As long as he hears and does what he’s told, it still means that Bo’s autistic state is only temporary.

Christine White was doomed to disappointment, though; Po didn’t hear her and didn’t lift the sub off.

All he felt was that he was now enveloped by a monster that was huge and wanted to eat him, but couldn’t bite the protective shell on his body, which was why it couldn’t eat him.

He must wrap his protective shell properly, only then the monsters can’t eat him, and those little monsters won’t be able to hit him, and he won’t be in pain …

“Okay Christine, you need to stop!” Ives Norton couldn’t look at Christine White’s eagerness to get Bao out and grabbed her arm, yanking her to her feet, “I know you’re worried about Bao and want him to get better, but Bao is in the midst of a scare right now, and by doing this, you’re only going to make him more scared!”

“So what do you think I should do!” Christine White yelled as she lost her mind.

Ives Norton put his hand on her shoulder, “Never mind, it’s best if we don’t do anything right now, and don’t go rushing around trying to calm Bo down, and don’t touch Bo, Bo is like this because he’s been hit, and he’s definitely the most scared right now of being touched, so leave Bo alone for a little while, and maybe he’ll slowly calm down. ”

At that, Christine White’s lips twitched, “Will that work?”

“Try it.” Ives Norton sighs.

Christine White turned and looked sadly at the arching mass of quilts with a nagging pain in her heart.

“Good …”

She agreed to his offer.

He was right, Bo did fear being touched now.

You could tell by the way Po just flew into hiding because she tried to touch it.

“Let’s get out of here then.” Ives Norton said.

Christine White hmmm’d and took a step toward the door.

After exiting the hospital room, she wiped her tears, “Ives, please look after Bo for me.”

“What are you doing?” Ives Norton asked as his heart tightened.

Christine White had a hateful gleam in her eyes, “I’m going to make a trip back to the office to gather information on the parents of those brats and formulate my plan of revenge.”

“Fine, go ahead then.” Ives Norton obliged, knowing that she was too angry to stop her right now.

Christine White took a deep breath and lifted her foot toward the elevator.

Soon she was out of the hospital doors.

But the moment before getting into the car, he was stopped, “Christine?”

This voice …

Christine White’s face twisted for a split second, then regained its composure the next, turning to look at the man walking towards her in mock surprise, “Baird, what are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to find a … friend and inquire about something.” Baird Lane replied.

The word friend was a little unnatural for him to say.

Also, it’s been six years since Ives Norton was cut off, and it’s weird how you can say the word friend now.

“So.” Christine White nodded.

Baird Lane saw the redness of her eyes and the undiluted anger in them and was a little worried, “What about you? How did you get out of the hospital?”

Christine White’s eyes flashed, “I came to see a friend.”

“You’ve been crying?” Baird Lane said suddenly.

Not a question, but an affirmative tone.

Christine White covered her eyes for a moment, “Yeah, a friend got sick and was a little upset.”

“And angry.” Baird Lane added.

Christine White lowered her eyelids to hide the icy murderous intent in her eyes, “Well, since my friend was put in the hospital, I’m pissed off and I’m on my way to settle a score with those people right now.”

“Do you need me to help you?” Baird Lane asked seriously.

Christine White barely squeezed the corners of her mouth, “No, it’s just a couple of minions I was able to clean up, well Baird, I’ll go first.”

As the words left her mouth, she gathered her expression, pulled the door open and got in, and stepped on the gas to go.

On the way, Christine White sent Ives Norton that Baird Lane had come to the hospital.

Ives Norton saw it and immediately headed for his office.

He’d guessed from the message Christine White had sent about that Baird Lane was here to see him.

As luck would have it, he hadn’t been back in his office for more than a few minutes when there was a knock on the door.

Ives Norton hastily straightened himself up and straightened his hair, which was a bit messy from running all the way back to the office, before he opened his mouth and spat out two words, “Come in!”

The door opens and Baird Lane walks in.

Ives Norton saw him and raised an eyebrow in feigned surprise, “Why you?”