The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 808 Two little troublesome guys

Malcolm was indescribably satisfied as he let his wife carry him. He held back the urge to cough and

said softly, "My wife was right to scold me. I didn't think it through tonight. As long as you can calm

down, it doesn't matter if I accept punishments."

"How dare you joke around at this late hour?"

Lyra punched him angrily.

Malcolm frowned and took a deep breath.

Noticing the reaction, Lyra quickly asked, "What's wrong? Did I hurt you? Something wrong?"

"Chad! Hurry up and get the doctor. Malcolm needs to see a doctor!"

Malcolm took her hand, smiled and said, "I'm fine. I just need a kiss from you."

Lyra stared at him, but she was still worried and asked the doctor to examine him.

After examination, Malcolm suffered only minor cuts and bruises, nothing serious. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Knowing that he was all right, Lyra was completely relieved and left with him in a car.

She had been looking over her shoulder all night, and it was only then that she calmed down and fell

asleep on Malcolm's shoulder.

"Bro..."

Chad, the driver, turned around and called out.

Malcolm immediately made a silent gesture.

His wife was tired all night, and wanted to have a good rest.

Seeing the concern in Malcolm's eyes, Chad just shrugged.

Sensing the warmth between the two, Chad tactfully raised the clapboard in the front and back seats,

turned on the air conditioner, and adjusted the temperature in the car to a comfort degree.

They had the situation under control, but the lab turned upside down.

Molly woke up and cried because she didn't see Lyra. Anthony was shocked.

"Did you have a bad dream? I'm always here. Don't be afraid."

Molly looked around, but she didn't see Lyra. She cried even harder. "Where's Mommy? I want

Mommy. Daddy and Mommy don't want me and brother anymore..."

Because Lyra disappeared a few days ago, the little girl was very insecure.

As long as she didn't see Lyra, she was scared out of her mind.

Spencer was woken up by the crying, sat up, looked at Anthony coldly, and asked, "Anthony, tell me, is

something wrong again?"

Lyra had been sneaking out the door to make a phone call. He had noticed, and he was sure that

something was wrong.

Anthony shook his head. "Don't think about it. They'll be back soon. It's only halfway through the night.

Why don't you get some sleep? They'll be here when you wake up."

Spencer didn't buy it. "Don't kid me," he said. "If you don't tell me the truth, I'll go out and find them

myself."

Molly agreed, "Right, Anthony, if you don't tell me, I'll go out with my brother."

In the face of these two clever interrogation, Anthony sighed helplessly.

"Anthony, just tell me the truth. Did something happen to Mommy and Daddy?"

Anthony couldn't resist the pressure and called Chad.

When the phone was picked up, Chad lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong? We're on our way

back."

"Spencer and Momo are waking up again and asking for Mommy and Daddy. I can't get them to stop.

You tell them."

He turned on the speaker.

Chad: "Spencer, Momo, you go to sleep like Anthony says, and when you wake up, you'll see Mommy

and Daddy."

Spencer scoffed. "Subterfuge."

These were all grown-ups' excuses. If it was nothing serious, why didn't they answer the phone

themselves?

"Spencer doesn't believe me. Put Malcolm on the phone."

Chad glanced at the backseat of the car and said, "I'm afraid they can't answer the phone right now.

They're asleep."

It was a busy night. They were really tired, and Chad wanted them to sleep for a while.

"Spencer, Momo, I have never lied to you before, haven't I? Don't tell me you don't believe my words

now? The work is too complicated. They are exhausted. Let them have a good rest first, okay?"

Chad's calm voice came through the speakerphone. Molly picked up the phone and nodded. "Chad,

take care of my daddy and Mommy. My brother and I will wait for them to come back."

After hanging up the phone, Molly pouted and lay obediently in Anthony's arms. Her little body trembled

from time to time because of the crying just now. When she was tired from crying, she lay on Anthony's

shoulder and fell asleep.

Spencer scoffed, walked away from Anthony, and rolled over.

A few hours later, the sky was clear after the rain.

Lyra and Malcolm hurried back to the room as soon as they reached the lab.

Spencer had just woken up and, suppressing the surprise in his eyes, called out, "Mommy."

Seeing the fatigue on Spencer's face, Lyra took him in her arms, patted him on the back, and said,

"Mommy will always be here, and I will never leave."

After a moment of comforting, Lyra gently put Spencer down, coaxed him back to sleep, and waited for

him to fall back asleep before walking out of the room with Anthony.

"Thank you."

Feeling that she was still estranged from him, Anthony felt a little uneasy. "Have you really recovered

your memory?" He asked

Lyra nodded. "Hmm."

He closed his eyes and waved his hand. "You're welcome. After all, I'm the godfather of two children.

It's my duty to protect them. Where's Malcolm?"

"He suffered a few cuts and bruises. Last night he got the guy behind this, handed him over to the

bureau"

"What about the Stone family massacre? Did he do it, too?"

"Well... I'm not sure yet."

The two were chatting.

The testing room in the Laboratory Science and Technology Building.

Jimmy was treating Malcolm's injuries.

A few bruises, no big deal.

Jimmy wondered, "Malcolm, why did you ask to come to the lab today when you wouldn't have said

anything about a minor injury?"

Malcolm looked up. "Frank injected me with a poison. Take some blood and test it. See what it is."

As soon as he heard that he had been injected with a drug, Jimmy was shocked. He immediately went

to prepare a blood-drawing tool and began to monitor all his body functions.

Half an hour.

After a series of tests, Jimmy frowned. "Strange," he said. "You don't have any suspicious viral agents

in your system."

Malcolm followed with a grim look. "Are you sure?"

Jimmy pointed to the complex factorial structure on the screen, explaining, "Malcolm, when a viral

agent invades the body, it immediately reacts with the surrounding cells. The glass of water that you

just took has a viral marker that can detect any viral agent, but there are no markers in your body that

indicate that the virus has not entered your body."

It was strange to say.

Malcolm felt no discomfort at all.

Did Frank lie to him?