Seize His Little Wife

“I’ve heard of that.” Gates raised his hand, “Dr. Tom is a world-renowned psychiatrist and master hypnotist, I was going to find him for you, President Lane, back then, but at that time Dr. Tom refused, the reason being, he wanted to treat a child, so I had to settle for second best and find Doctor Luise, after all, Doctor Luise is the best psychiatrist in C-City.”

Hearing this, Baird Lane barely got a glimpse of Dr. Tom.

Gates thought of something and added, “Xiaobao’s mom, you mentioned Dr. Tom, it’s not possible that the child Dr. Tom treated back then was Xiaobao, right?”

On the other end of the phone, Christine White heard his question and coldly curled her lips, “Yes, it’s Bao.”

“How’s Bo doing now?” Baird Lane asked.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Perhaps it was because he knew that little baby was his own child, he didn’t hide his worry and care for little baby at this moment.

Christine White naturally heard it, and was silent for two seconds before answering him coldly, “Thanks to the daughter you raised, Bo has not recovered in the slightest.”

“I’d like to meet Bo.” Baird Lane gripped his cell phone tightly.

“No!” Christine White coldly refused.

“I’m Bo’s father, I have a right to see him, maybe Bo will react when he sees me?” Baird Lane said.

Christine White’s lips twitched in hesitation.

In fact, while she didn’t think it was all that likely that Po would react to seeing Baird Lane, she couldn’t quite guarantee that.

After all, Po never had the role of a father in his life.

Maybe if Baird Lane shows up, it might be different for Bo.

Thinking about it, Christine White bit her tongue for a moment and agreed, “Okay, I’ll let you see Bo, but I have two requests.”

Baird Lane didn’t expect her to actually agree and a flicker of excitement erupted in his eyes, “What’s the request?”

“One, no inquiring about me, to anyone close to Bao.”

“Yes.” Baird Lane agreed without hesitation.

He was so quick, Christine White’s attitude was slightly better, “Second, no taking Bo.”

“Good.” Baird Lane nods.

Christine White’s face also looked much better, “Since you’ve promised, I hope you’ll be able to deliver when the time comes.”

“I will.” Baird Lane spat out three words faintly.

Christine White hummed, “Just remember that’s all, I’ll find some time to arrange for you to meet with Bao, also Dr. Tom is coming to the country in a couple of days, I can have Dr. Tom go over and take a look at your brain and unlock those things in your head.”

Upon hearing this, Aunt Lucy and Gates looked at each other, both seeing surprise and excitement in each other’s eyes.

Baird Lane didn’t have much of a reaction, but his taut face, too, eased a bit, “Thanks.”

“Heh, I’m not doing this for you, I’m only letting your brain recover for Po’s sake so that you don’t give away all of The Lane Family’s family fortune to outsiders.” Christine White said coldly.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Baird Lane felt as if he heard arrogance in her tone.

I wonder what she’s really like and what she looks like.

“Thanks anyway.” Baird Lane thanked again.

Christine White didn’t say anything and simply hung up the phone.

Baird Lane heard no sound from his cell phone and brought it to his attention, only to realize the call had been hung up.

He had some inexplicable regret in his heart, but didn’t think much of it, handing his cell phone to Gates on the sidelines, “Go do the discharge paperwork.”

“What, you’re getting out of the hospital, sir?” Aunt Lucy exclaimed.

Baird Lane hmmm’d, “Something came up.”

“No, you’re not well enough yet.” Aunt Lucy said nothing to let him out of the hospital.

But Baird Lane’s mind was made up, she couldn’t stop her, and finally Gates got his discharge done.

Ives Norton came into Baird Lane’s hospital room in his white coat, “Really?”

Baird Lane nods.

Ives Norton shrugged his shoulders, “Fine, but I won’t be hosting you the next time you have a headache.”

“No need.” Baird Lane flung out three words coldly.

Ives Norton bristled, “Not a bad temper, so go away.”

Baird Lane ignored him and stood by the hospital bed, buttoning his suit slowly.

Ives Norton was self-conscious, “Thanks for coming over to see you when I heard you were out of the hospital and being treated like this.”

Baird Lane paused slightly in his movements, but quickly continued, “How long have you known Bo’s mom?”

“What made you think to ask those questions?” Ives Norton frowned.

Baird Lane turned and looked at him, “Answer me.”

“Okay, I’ll answer that, known each other for a long time, years I guess.” Ives Norton gave a vague time.

Baird Lane pursed his lips, obviously not too satisfied with this answer, “little baby and his mother, they are from abroad, you often run abroad these six years, is it because of them?”

Hearing this, a flash of surprise flashed in Ives Norton’s eyes.

Baird Lane caught it, and the hand at his side clenched, and there was an inexplicable discomfort in his heart, a feeling as if something that should have been his own was being possessed by someone else.

“Sure enough, Ives Norton, what else are you hiding from me? Why is it that you know everyone who has anything to do with me, Bo and his mother and son that is, and Christine Camp too.” Baird Lane stared at him intently.

Ives Norton sighed, not so hung over anymore, “You’ll know all about it later.”

“Later?” Baird Lane gave a mocking smile, “You’re all like that, everyone knows the truth but me, and you have to hide it from me, always saying I’ll find out later, so how long is this later?”

Hearing the faint self-deprecation and sadness in Baird Lane’s tone, Ives Norton flinched for a moment, and then stepped forward to put a hand on his shoulder, just as he had done when he was a friend, “It’s almost time, when you regain your memories, you’ll know everything without us having to tell you, and as a friend, I’ve guessed that you’re out of the hospital because you’re trying to find Molly Bort, aren’t you? Bort right, go on.”

With those words, Ives Norton released his hand and turned to go out.

Baird Lane looked in the direction he had left, his eyes dark.

At that moment, Gates poked his head through the door, “President Lane, the car is ready, let’s go.”

“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nodded once and lifted his foot out of the hospital room.

After leaving the hospital, the two drove to The Bort Family Villa.

Aunt Lucy was waiting at the door when she arrived.

“Sir, I have brought what you asked me to get back to the old house.” Aunt Lucy handed a bag up with both hands.

Baird Lane took it and opened the bag to look at it, his mouth curving into an icy curve when he saw the long, black whip inside.

Aunt Lucy looked at him, “Sir, would you like to beat Molly Bort with this whip?”

Gates nodded back, “Yeah President Lane.”

Baird Lane took the whip out and handed the bag to Aunt Lucy, “This whip only beats The Lane Family people who have made a big mistake, I haven’t divorced Molly Bort yet, she’s considered a The Lane Family person, and she dared to let someone hypnotize me, so naturally, I can’t tolerate her either. ”

“But sir, could you be cruel enough to beat her? Doesn’t the mental suggestion say that you can’t be cruel to Molly Bort?” Aunt Lucy was a little worried.

Baird Lane dropped his eyes at the words, a scarlet flash in them, and tugged at the whip without replying, lifting his foot to go inside.

As soon as she entered the villa, Molly Bort came swooping down from the second floor, her clothes crumpled and her hair disheveled, pulling Baird Lane by the sleeve like a madwoman, “Baird, Baird, how is Ann? You tell me, how’s Ann?”