Seize His Little Wife

“That’s natural, but you’re still at a much higher risk than a normal pregnant woman.” The doctor folded his arms and said gently.

Christine White smiled bitterly, “I know, I’ll take care of it, thank you doctor, are there any other orders?”

“No more, but you’ll have to come over for labor and delivery more often to make sure the baby is healthy.”

“Yes, I will.” Christine White got up, bowed toward the doctor and went out.

Debby York was on the phone with someone, and when she saw her come out, she hurriedly said something impatiently to the other end of the line and hung up the phone.

“Christine, are you done talking?” Debby York asked as she put away her cell phone.

Christine White forced a smile and nodded.

Debby York frowned slightly when she saw her face, “Did the doctor say something to you?”

Christine White lowered her eyes, “The doctor said I have some minor health problems and the chances of a miscarriage are high.”

“What?” Debby York was shocked, her volume dialed up, “What’s wrong with your body, huh?”

“Debby , stop asking questions and let me calm down for a while.” Christine White crossed over to her and walked over to the bench and sat down.

Debby York walked over as well, “Christine, don’t hold your tongue like that, I’m worried.”

“I know you’re worried about me, but this is something I really can’t talk about, Debby , just understand me for a second.” Christine White closed her eyes wearily.

Debby York sighed, “Okay, okay, I understand, so you’re going to tell me if your body has any effect on the baby other than the high probability of miscarriage?”

“This doctor didn’t say, I don’t think so.” Christine White answered without opening her eyes.

Debby York’s lifted heart dropped a little as she listened, “That’s good, then as long as you take care of your body, the baby can still be born healthy, right?”

“Uh-huh.” Christine White nodded.

Debby York laughed, “That’s not it, what’s there to get entangled in, go back and you talk to your husband, your husband and President Lane are good friends, I believe that if your husband intervenes, President Lane should allow you to take an early break from maternity leave, so you’ll just be at home and get well.”

“I’ll think about it.” Christine White whispered back, then opened her eyes and asked with some curiosity, “By the way, who were you talking to on the phone? You seemed a little angry.”

“It’s the doctor who treated my dad’s leg.” Debby York darkened her face.

Christine White was puzzled, “Is it the same doctor as before?”

“Yeah, that doctor called me and said he’s going out of the country for further training and won’t be treating my dad’s leg anymore.”

“How can this be, what will happen to Uncle then?”

Debby York eyes darkened, “in the future will be at home to adjust it, my father’s legs and you are not unaware of, the treatment for so many years also do not see a good, in the future will probably be like this, my father in fact, also have long had the intention of not treatment.”

“It can’t be cured without a cure… If we find the right doctor, Uncle’s leg should be cured.” Christine White comforted.

Debby York nodded, “That makes sense, but where would a family like ours have the money and connections to find the right doctor?”

Christine White’s lips parted and she didn’t speak.

After a moment, she spoke hesitantly, “Should I ask my husband?”noveldrama

“Your husband?” Debby York froze, then reacted with excitement written all over her eyes, “Yes, how could I forget about your husband, your husband can be friends with President Lane, he should be pretty well established as well, he’ll definitely be able to find the right doctor, Christine help me!”

She took Christine White’s hand in both of hers.

Christine White took a deep breath, “I’ll try to convince my husband, but I’m not always sure I can guarantee my husband will say yes, after all, he’s a bit cold that way.”

“That’s all right, just try your best, I don’t blame you if your husband doesn’t say yes, but if he does, I’ll be grateful to you all.” Debby York’s eyes reddened with delight.

Christine White patted the back of her hand and didn’t answer anymore.

To be honest, she wasn’t really confident that she could talk Baird Lane into going to the doctor; after all, he was really cold, and she didn’t want to beg him for anything.

But then she thought of Debby York’s dad, the middle-aged man who was as good to her as he was to Debby York, and she really couldn’t bear to think about it.

She’d try to get Baird Lane to say yes, big deal about the doctor’s visit, she and Debby York were paying him back a little more, and she already owed him millions anyway, and didn’t mind adding on to that.

At that thought, Christine White exhaled softly and stood up after rubbing the small of her back.

“Christine, are we going back?” Debby York rose with her.

Christine White shook her head, “Not back for a while, I’m going to meet someone on the hospital wing.”

“Who?” Debby York wondered.

Christine White narrowed her eyes, “A woman who bothers me, go away.”

Debby York followed her towards the elevator, “Mind? It’s not like you’re not saying anything, I’ve noticed Christine you’ve been so fond of saying mysterious things lately.”

Christine White smiled at her, “Well I’ll tell you what I’m going to see now, it’s my love interest and my husband’s ex-girlfriend.”

“Your husband’s ex-girlfriend?” Debby York came to attention, “Why is your husband’s ex-girlfriend here?”

“She’s sick.”

“What’s wrong?”

Christine White’s eyes flashed, “I’m not sure, I’ve heard it’s a very serious illness, let’s not talk about it, don’t say anything later okay?”

“Uh-huh.” Debby York nodded repeatedly.

Arriving at the inpatient unit, Christine White went straight to the door of Molly Bort’s hospital room.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door, which was quickly opened and a middle-aged woman-looking caretaker poked her head out of it, “Who are you?”

“Hello, I’m looking for Ms. Molly Bort.” Christine White greeted politely.

The caretaker frowned, “Ms. Molly Bort is asleep, you may return.”

“Asleep?” Christine White pursed her lips.

Did she come so untimely?

“Yes, she hasn’t been asleep long, and you’ll wake her up if you see her.” The caretaker answered.

Debby York tugged on Christine White’s sleeve, “Christine, are we still seeing each other?”

Christine White hesitated for a few seconds, “That … Can I ask two questions?”

She looked at the caretaker.

The caretaker nodded suspiciously, “Please.”

“How is Miss Molly Bort’s health these days? Any relapses or anything like that?” Christine White asked and then stared intently at the caregiver, refusing to miss a single expression on her face.

Then the caregiver heard her question, but was full of doubt, “I only became Miss Molly Bort’s caregiver two days ago, and I’m only responsible for guarding her after she falls asleep, not caring for her, so I’m not really sure what kind of illness Miss Molly Bort has, let alone if she’s had any recurrence of her illness.”

The corner of Christine White’s mouth twitched.

It seems she’s had a bad day, not only does she not get to meet Molly Bort, but the caregiver she meets knows nothing about her.

So isn’t she not sure if Molly Bort has had a relapse or not?

So how was she supposed to know what Baird Lane and Ives Norton were keeping from her, whether it was bone marrow or not?

“Christine, what do we do now?” Debby York couldn’t help but ask again when she saw Christine White contemplating.

Christine White closed her eyes and waved her hand somewhat feebly, “Let’s go back.”

“You don’t see her anymore?” Debby York pointed to the hospital room behind the caretaker.

Christine White turned toward the exit, “Can’t see it, next time.”

“Oh.” Debby York trotted to keep up with her.

As soon as the two were out of the hospital, Christine White received a call from Baird Lane.

Afraid that Debby York would accidentally hear Baird Lane’s voice, she took two unmarked steps to the side to put some distance between them before answering with a reassuring, “Hello …”

“Christine White, Gates said you weren’t feeling well, where are you?” Baird Lane’s cool voice reached her eardrums.