Chapter 179 He''s not pretending to be pitiful?
Bernard rushed to call Lyra.
On the monitor, the man in ordinary uniform stood under the camera, with his back to the camera,
slowly extended his right hand and gave a thumbs down gesture.
After that, he left the police department,pletely disappearing from all surveince.
This attitude was extremely arrogant and provocative!
Bernard also checked out several other surveince, and found only the back, or face was covered
tightly by a hat and sunsses. He waspletely unable to see the face. Only the tall figure was
vaguely visible.
This man was not only arrogant, but also familiar with the police department''s surveince. Did the
department have an inside man?
Bernard looked furious, but Lyra looked smiling.
This man was somewhat simr in stature to the man she met in the aisle of Fantalure Barst night.
And this action, he was deliberately mocking her.
If she can''t find him, her name was not Lyra Lloyd!
From the surveince room, Lyra headed straight for the door.
For Jerry''s autopsy report, she was no longer interested in knowing, and took Fifteen and Seventeen
with her to leave the police department.
Twelve stood right outside to greet her.
She saw Twelve and suddenly remembered someone who was still in the hospital, "What brings you
here? How is Melvin?"
"Mr. Freeman is fine. He was treatedst night. It’s just a superficial wound. It should not be a big
problem. Miss, you can rest assured, and there is Eleven guarded."
He stopped and continued, "By the way, Neen just called and said he went back to Seaside Vi to
wait for you and had something to report to you."
Lyra didn''t say anything and walked straight over to get in the car.
Today Twelve was driving, "Miss, are we going back to Seaside Vi, or are we going to see Mr.
Freeman?"
"Go to the hospital."
She just answered, then thought about it and changed her mind, "Or go back to the vi."
Eleven was in the hospital, and she saw the palm-sized burn on his backst night. It should not be
serious.
Moreover, she really did not have much to talk with him. Melvin must pull her hand and pretend to be
pitiful again ...
Twelve quickly started the car and sped off in the direction of Seaside Vi.
After a few minutes down the road, Lyra struggled internally a few times and changed her mind again,
"Forget it, let''s go to the hospital first."
Last night Melvin was injured to protect her. If she did not go once, she would be too impersonal.
Twelve turned the steering wheel and sped in the opposite direction.
In the hospital.
Melvin was still having his porridge.
Because he couldn''t lift his hands, he didn''t have much appetite and didn''t want Eleven to notice, so he
ate very slowly on purpose.
Eleven also did not rush him, took the phone to sit on thepanion bed.
The door of the ward suddenly opened.
Melvin subconsciously raised his eyes and saw the extremely beautiful eyes.
Lyra''s delicate and bright face appeared in front of him.
He looked at her steadily as she approached, and suddenly his heart was like eating a candied fruit,
sweet to the heart.
Forget about the porridge. She was as sweet and delicious as her casual expression. He even felt as if
even his body did not hurt so much.
"You''re here, Miss."
Eleven saw Lyrae in and respectfully called out to her, and hurriedly brought her a chair and put it
next to Melvin''s bed.
Several bodyguards consciously turned their heads and went out, closing the door.
Lyra walked straight to the chair and sat down, observed Melvin''s face and frowned slightly, "I thought
you said you were better. Why do you still look so bad?"
Melvin''s pale lips hooked up gently and he said faintly, "It''s much better. My face looked like this
because I am weak now. I will be fine tomorrow."
Thinking of the delicate breakfast on the bedside table that hadn''t been opened, he reached for it with a
doting tone.
"Lyra, you haven''t eaten yet. I''ve ordered an extra breakfast. All made by Doug''s seven-star chef. It
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tastes good. Try it?"
before touching it, a sudden fire-like pain came from the back.
The pain quickly spread to all the limbs.
He forced down the pain. There was little expression on his face but cold sweat on his forehead. His
bony knuckles trembled gently.
Lyra noticed with a sharp eye that he was not in the right state and refused, "No, I had breakfast at the
police department and I''m not hungry at this moment."
He did not force, quietly withdrew the trembling hand, and hided in the quilt.
Lyra thought about this morning and asked with a tentative smile, "I had a particrly strange
encounter this morning. I hadn''t even taken a statement yet, and the police department actually
released me, saying that the National Investigation Bureau had bailed me out."
Her beautiful eyes smiled as she observed Melvin''s expression.
Melvin''s eyebrows furrowed gently, seemingly listening intently and a little surprised, "There is such a
thing?"
She continued, "That''s right. It''s ridiculous that I don''t even know any person at the National
Investigation Bureau, and I don''t know why they are helping me over there, and whether it''s good or
bad to help me this time."
Melvin''s face was calm, "Maybe it''s a friend Keith knows. It''s not unusual that he would help you."
Lyra didn''t say anything. Her beautiful eyes were staring at him for a moment.
In the past, when it came to this kind of thing, he had long been jealous, making every effort to her to
pander, to get attention.
Suddenly he was so light-hearted this time?
Melvin saw that she did not say anything and took the initiative to ask, "Lyra, you must not have rested
well at the departmentst night. Why don''t you go back to the vi and sleep? I have no problem here.
I guess I''ll be discharged tomorrow."
And he deliberately sent her away?
It was so perverse.
Lyra always felt that he was very wrong today, but his dark eyes were indifferent and she can not find
out exactly where there was a problem.
"Lyra?"
Melvin called out to her softly.
She returned to her senses and took his words, "Okay, I''m really a bit tired, so I''ll go back first. You get
some rest."
Melvin nodded. The corners of his miserable pale mouth pursed, not detaining.
Lyra got up and straightened her snow-white skirt.
Before leaving, she cautiously instructed, "If you are unwell, tell the doctor or tell me in time. Don''t
endure yourself."
Melvin smiled slightly, "Okay."
Lyra didn''t linger, turned around and headed for the door.
She just turned around, and Melvin could no longer hold back the sudden upward surge of blood in his
chest, and hurriedly covered his lips with his hand, vomiting a mouthful of blood in a soundless way.
Lyra was keen to hear the slightest movement.
She had just reached the door when she looked back again.
Melvin was in the hospital bed with his head down. His left hand was still resting under the covers, and
his right hand was picking up a spoon for the porridge.
He lowered his eyes. His long curlyshes flicked, and he didn''t look her way.
Lyra frowned, opened the door and walked out.
Except for Eleven who stayed at the hospital, the rest of the bodyguards followed her silently.
"Don''t follow me up. Go to the car and wait for me first."
"Eh, Miss?"
Twelve didn''t call out to her, but saw her go in the opposite direction.
Lyra went to his attending doctor quietly.
When she reached the office door, she walked straight in and gently knocked on the desk. Her tone
was serious, "I need to see Melvin''sb report sheet."