Seize His Little Wife

Christine White looked over at a group of men carrying stretchers and wearing security uniforms.

These are the same people that Gates just called over.

“Ma’am, you get on the ski bike and go back to the hotel first, I need to take President Lane to the hospital.” After handing Baird Lane over to the two security guards, Gates Wood said to Christine White.

Christine White shook her head, “I’m not going back, I’m going to the hospital too, I want to know how he is at all times.”NôvelDrama.Org © content.

“No way.” Gates Mu refused her, “You’d better go back first, you’re not in good health either, if something happens to you too, I have no way to explain to President Lane, don’t worry, I’ll contact you anytime about President Lane’s situation.”

“… That’s fine.” Christine White barely squeezed the corners of her mouth.

She also knew she couldn’t help much by going over there.

Going Gates still had to have some of his mind to take care of her.

She might as well wait for news at the hotel.

Christine White reluctantly looked at the car on Baird Lane for a few moments before sighing and getting into another ski back to the hotel.

Debby York saw her and immediately jumped out of bed, took her hand and asked, “Christine, why are you so late, you didn’t answer my calls, where have you been?”

Christine White smiled feebly at her and, without speaking, drew her hand back and went to sit down on the edge of her bed and began to stare.

The way she looked, Debby York’s heart jumped as she watched, a worried look spreading across her face, “Christine, what’s wrong with you?”

“I’m fine …” Christine White whispered back in a hoarse voice, her head bowed.

Debby York walks over, “It’s still okay, look at you the sky is falling, I’m scared just looking at you.”

She poured a cup of hot water and brought it to Christine White, “Have some, warm it up, in calming down.”

“Thanks …” Christine White took the glass of water and took a sip.

The water was hot, and she drank it to warm her stomach, but not her restless heart.

She’s here in person now, but her heart is following Baird Lane to the car, at the hospital.

“And I don’t know how he’s doing.” Christine White put down her glass of water and curled her body up.

Debby York heard her mutter this and frowned in confusion, “How’s what going, who are you talking about?”

Christine White shook her head without saying anything.

Debby York couldn’t stand to see her like this and lifted her head up, “Christine, if you are a friend, you should tell me, don’t make me worry, okay? Do you know you haven’t been back, I can’t get through to you in my heart how anxious I am, but you’re so good, you come back and look like you’re dying, ask you also don’t say anything!”

Christine White froze for a few seconds at the reprimand, then dropped her eyes in shame, “Sorry Debby …”

“Don’t say you’re sorry, just tell me what’s going on and I’ll see what I can do.” Debby York sat down beside her.

Christine White sniffled and choked, “I got President Lane hurt!”

“What?” Debby York’s eyes widened in shock.

Christine White covered her face with her hands, the various emotions that had been churning inside of her surging up once again, “It’s all my fault, if I had been good and listened to him, things wouldn’t have turned out like that …”

She sobbed as she related what had happened.

Debby York listened for a long time.

Christine White grabbed her hand, “Debby , what do you think I should do now? Is he going to be okay?”

“This …” Debby York returned with a difficult expression, “I’m not really sure yet, you said that President Lane was unconscious and never woke up, so I guess it must have hurt pretty bad …”

“Yeah, the back is so red and swollen, maybe it even hurt the bones.” Christine White grabbed her hair in pain, and in her heart, she hated to travel back and beat the self at that time to death!

“What do you mean, President Lane’s back? You saw President Lane’s wonderful flesh?” Debby York asked as she moved closer to her, starry-eyed.

Christine White was instantly exasperated, “Debby York, can you focus on something less odd!”

Debby York rubbed her nose in embarrassment, “Sorry, sorry, it’s just that President Lane is so mesmerizing that I didn’t realize …”

“Well, you’d better think of something for me quickly, what should I do if something really happens to President Lane?” Christine White clasped her hands together tightly, her heart a million times more apprehensive.

Debby York thought seriously, “I don’t think it’s that serious, let’s just wait for the results, but President Lane saved you, you should definitely thank him.”

“That’s for sure.” Christine White nodded.

Not only would she say thank you, but she’d like to go over and take care of him herself.

Bell …

The landline in the room suddenly rang.

“Debby , why don’t you answer it, it could be hotel service, you speak foreign languages better than I do.” Christine White pointed to the telephone landline, listlessly.

“Good.” Debby York answered and walked over to pick the phone up.

After ten seconds or so, she lifted the microphone in the air, “Christine, it’s for you.”

“Who is it?” Christine White looked up.

“Assistant Gates.”

As soon as Christine White heard that, she got up from the bed and ran over to him, “Hello?”

“Secretary White.” Assistant Gates’s slightly tired voice came from the other end of the line.

Christine White gripped the microphone tightly in both hands, “Assistant Gates, chill ….. . how is President Lane doing? Is he alright?”

“Don’t worry, President Lane is fine, it’s just that he’s been loaded in the back and his backbone is a little dislocated, so he’ll be hospitalized for two days.”

“That bad?” Christine White opened her mouth in a daze.

Sure enough it hurts the bones!

“It’s not too serious, it’ll be fine if the bones get better, don’t worry.” Assistant Gates comforted.

Christine White face bitter color, “How can you let me rest assured ah, he would not have been hurt, it’s all my fault … By the way, is he awake yet?”

“Not yet, just had corrective back surgery, President Lane is still under anesthesia at this time, he should wake up tomorrow.” Assistant Gates replied.

Christine White hmmm’d, “So can I come over and see him tomorrow?”

“Yes, I’ll have someone pick you up in the morning.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Hanging up the phone, Christine White rubbed her cheeks and turned back to the bed.

Debby York poked a head out of the bathroom with her toothbrush in her mouth, “Is President Lane okay?”

“Dislocated back.” Christine White took a breath and tried to sound as calm as possible in her tone as she replied.

Debby York staggered, “Is it serious?”

“To be hospitalized!”

“That’s pretty serious, Christine, you’re really messed up!”

Christine White bit her lip.

She got Baird Lane hurt, so she’s in trouble.

Not to mention the fact that she couldn’t get past her own heart, she still didn’t know what to do with the old man.

The old man would be furious if he knew that Baird Lane was injured, after all, Baird Lane is the only sole member of The Lane Family left!

“Debby , I’m done talking to you, I want to get some sleep, I’m too tired.” Christine White lifted the covers and climbed back into bed.

Debby York also knew she was upset and stressed and nodded heartily, “Go to sleep, I promise not to disturb you.”

Christine White forced a smile and closed her eyes.

She said she was sleeping, but in fact she had hardly slept at all that night, nightmare after nightmare, back and forth, tormenting her.

One minute it’s Baird Lane being critically ill, the next it’s Grandpa knowing that Baird Lane is hurt and getting them divorced, and the next it’s Baird Lane with his arm around Molly Bort …

Disturbed by these nightmares, she woke up in a sweat, and when she looked at the time, it was only four o’clock in the morning, and Debby York in the next bed was still huffing and puffing, whereas she had lost all semblance of sleep, and was just leaning back against the bed, clutching a pillow and fidgeting.

As soon as it was light, she immediately dropped her pillow and got dressed and out of bed, packing up and heading out the door.

“Secretary White, why are you so early?” Gates Mu drove over to pick up Christine White immediately after receiving her call.

I had said I’d have someone come and pick her up, but when I thought she didn’t know any foreign languages, I had to come and run over here myself.

“I’m in a hurry.” Christine White pulled open the car door and, while buckling her seat belt, asked, “Is Baird awake?”