Seize His Little Wife

Christine White’s knees went weak and she almost sat on her butt, “What? Divorce?”

Sure enough, Ives Norton was right.

“Yes, you don’t deserve Baird!” said Molly Bort, looking at her with her chin slightly raised in pride.

Christine White pulled over a chair and sat down, lest she literally give herself a fall when she heard the amazing words again in a moment.

“Ms. Bort, what do you mean by unworthy?” She pursed her lips tightly.

“It’s literal, you understand when I say that, don’t you?” Molly Bort returned faintly.

Christine White’s hands clenched tighter, a hint of anger coloring her small face, “I understand, but who are you to say I’m not good enough for Baird?”

“Do you deserve it?” Molly Bort asked rhetorically, glancing her up and down repeatedly with one eye.

Christine White only felt that she was being sized up with no place to hide, subconsciously gathered the jacket on her body, and said with some exasperation, “It’s not up to you to say whether or not you’re worthy.”

“Ms. White, it’s not that I want to belittle you.” Molly Bort wrapped her arms around herself with a leathery smile on her face, “It’s really that I can’t see a single glimmer of light in you, and since I found out that you’re married to Shen, I’ve even asked my father to check you out, and the results have been very disappointing to me.”

“You investigated me?” Christine White’s volume rose, and she was upset.

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“Shhh! Keep it down!”

Molly Bort held up a finger to her mouth, “I’m not investigating you, I’m just trying to get to know you, to find out what kind of character you are to be married to Baird, but I didn’t realize it would turn out to be so bad, so I’m just curious to find out what exactly it took for you to marry into The Lane Family. ”

“No comment!” Christine White flung out four words coldly.

Molly Bort narrowed her eyes in annoyance, “If you don’t say so, then I’ll analyze it, first of all, you don’t have an overly impressive family looks, you don’t have the ability to take care of your talent, and you have three family members who can drag their feet at any time, Ms. White, what qualifies you to stand beside Baird like that?”

“And that qualifies you?” Christine White was angry too.

“Aye! I’m qualified, and I’m very qualified!” Molly Bort curled her mouth arrogantly, “I have the family, the looks, the ability and the talent, and I’m the only heir to The Bort Family, so I’m a good match for him, and I’m always ready to help him, while you’re a drag on him, and you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Listening to these words, Christine White only felt like she had been stabbed hard in the heart, and she couldn’t catch her breath from the pain.

Debby York had also discussed such topics with her at Baird Lane’s welcome party.

By that time, she actually knew she didn’t deserve Baird Lane.

But how long has it been since then that such words have been dragged out and said again by Molly Bort, and you can imagine the embarrassment she feels.

“So Ms. White, just divorce Baird, this is good for you and Baird, you and Baird are destined to be two worlds, and Baird’s world, was never suitable for you.” Molly Bort saw Christine White’s face pale, clear that what she said struck her, for this reason also specially soften the tone, a look of a passer-by to persuade.

I expected Christine White to say yes to this, but instead she suddenly shouted three words out loud, “No way!”

“What?” Molly Bort was baffled.

Christine White bit her lower lip with a determined look on her face, “I’m not getting a divorce, I know I’m not good enough for Baird but so what, I’m going to learn and I’m going to make myself good so I’m not going to divorce him.”

“Christine White, are you serious?” Molly Bort raged.

After all she had said, she didn’t expect the woman to be so stubborn and uncertain.

“Of course I’m serious.” Christine White took a deep breath, “To put it mildly, the fact that I got Grandpa’s fancy to marry Baird means I’m not as bad and useless as you make me out to be, and I’m sure I’ll be good enough for him someday.”

“What’s the use of believing that Baird doesn’t love you, he loves me, and what are you doing pestering him so dead? Making a fool of yourself?” Molly Bort’s eyes reddened with anger.

Christine White pretended she hadn’t heard her and kept her mouth closed without saying anything.

Because it had probably become clear to her that the more she picked up on it, the more Molly Bort would only come on.

Anyway, she’s Baird Lane’s wife, and pestering him is only natural, and has nothing to do with deadbeats.

Molly Bort saw Christine White pretending to be deaf and dumb, her whole body was so angry that she was on the verge of exploding, her hands on the armrests of the wheelchair gripped the armrests as if she was going to crush them, “Christine White, I’m going to ask you again for the last time, are you leaving or not?”

“Not away!”

“Good, then you don’t blame me.” Molly Bort grinned sardonically.

Christine White’s heart stuttered, “What do you want?”

The corner of Molly Bort’s lips pursed out a morose arc, “Of course it’s to find a way to get you guys divorced, Baird is mine, even if we’ve been separated for three years, there’s only me in his heart, so I’ll snatch Baird back.”

“You want to be a third party?” Christine White looked at her in amazement.

“Third party?” Molly Bort’s eyes gilded with hostility, “Christine White, of the three of us, you’re the third party, you’re the one who came between me and Baird!”

“I didn’t, I met Baird when you guys broke up.” Christine White emphasized.

“Breaking up doesn’t mean it’s over, he’s always been mine and it’s not another woman’s turn to get her hands on him, so Christine White, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll be good and walk away from Baird or I’ll make you regret it.”

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Baird about this?”

Molly Bort snorted disdainfully, “Go ahead, see if he believes you or me.”

Christine White was silent.

Molly Bort, seeing that she had been struck down by her, was a million times more pleased with herself, and had little reason to stay on, and was ready to go.

As soon as the door opened, Molly Bort’s posture resumed with the gentle grace it had come with, “Ives, we’re done talking, come on in.”

Ives Norton walked in and looked toward Christine White first, frowning when he saw her head down and her breath subdued around her, “What did you talk about?”

Molly Bort’s beautiful eyes darted around for a second, “I’ll leave without telling you.”

She took control of the wheelchair and took off, completely unconcerned about whether Christine White would tell Ives Norton about their conversation.

Ives Norton walked up to Christine White, “Sister-in-law, did she say something to get you to leave Shen?”

Christine White looked up at him in surprise.

Ives Norton stuck his hands in the pockets of his white coat, “Looks like I hit the nail on the head.”

Christine White put her head back down, “Dr. Norton, do you think I should really leave Baird?”

“What makes you think that?” Ives Norton frowned.

Christine White covered her face, “It’s just that I think Molly Bort was right about something, I’m nothing compared to her and probably don’t really deserve Baird.”

“No thing, you’re not like her, you’re kinder and simpler than she is, and I think that’s what Lane senior saw in you that he let you marry Baird.” Ives Norton reassured.

“Really?” Christine White looked at him confused.

She looked at her like that, like a little animal that couldn’t find its way, and it made Ives Norton’s heart skip a beat, and his eyes behind his glasses grew obscure, “Really!”

“I know you’re trying to comfort me, but thank you.” Christine White smiled and was in a better mood.

“You can try to trust me.” Ives Norton reached out and subconsciously rubbed her soft hair.

“You …” Christine White looked at him in shock.

It took Ives Norton a moment to realize what he’d done, but before he could get his hands free, Baird Lane’s voice came from behind them, cold with suppressed anger, “What are you doing?”