Chapter 215 Congrattions, you''re getting married again
Her eyes were red and her tone was resolute.
Eleven was very heartbroken, but had to let her down, "Miss, wake up. Mr. Melvin has died. His ashes
are buried in Frayton''s cemetery. You personally visited him for countless times in the past six months.
Do you remember!?"
Lyra''s whole body froze and a hint of self-doubt emerged on her face.
Eleven choked with sobs, "Stop torturing yourself. Mr. Melvin will nevere back. Just let go! You
must be mistaken!"
Yes.
How can a person who was dead six months ago appear in Suham''s Peachpuff?
It was her who was bewitched ...
Her clear eyes gradually turned gloomy. She covered her heart and felt suffocated.
Eleven saw her and cried, "Miss, you are drunk. Let''s go. Fifteen had booked the hotel. Let''s go back
early to rest."
She had rejoiced too soon.
Lyra seemed to be deted. And her whole body was weak.
After this, she was really not in the mood to continue the party, so she simply listened to Eleven and
went back to the hotel.
They just came downstairs when Chad came out of another elevator and leisurely went into a VIP room
at the far end of the corner.
...
After arriving at the hotel''s room, Lyra went into the bathroom, turned on the shower and turned the
water up to maximum.
The water was hot, but her body was cold as if her heart had gone numb.
She let the water pour down to her head, trying to wake herself up a little.
Her eyes were sore and unbearable. And her tears were mixed with the hot water and disappeared
without a trace.
She told herself over and over again that Melvin was dead. He died for her and was unlikely toe
back.
At the door of the room, Twelve and Fifteen were surprised to see the state Lyra was in when she
returned.
"When Miss said she was going to the party today, she was in a stable mood. Why did shee back
in this state? What happened at the party?"
Eleven sighed, "Miss was drunk, as if she saw a man whose back is simr Mr. Melvin''s. It brought up
those sad things again."
A few people listened and sighed along in unison.
...
The next day, when Lyra woke up, she waspletely sober.
She restrained her bad mood fromst night and departed for the Lloyd family.
Lloyd''s Parlor was veryrge. The Anning Hill in the suburb of Suham was bought by the ancestors of
Lloyd family. All the vis were surrounded by mountains and water. It was a beautiful scenery all year
round. And the air quality was excellent.
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Lyra''s uncles, Kacper and Vincent, they all lived halfway up the hill. When Lyra drove up, she simply
ignored the two vis and went straight to Reginald''s ce.
Dous, the old butler, had been standing in front of the vi for a long time.
When he saw Lyra''s car, he ran up quickly and opened the door for Lyra himself.
"Miss, you''re finally back. The master misses you and is waiting for you in the study."
"Well, Dous, thanks."
"You''re wee."
Dous was ttered and looked back at Lyra''s bodyguards who were all empty-handed, "Miss, why
didn''t you bring your luggage?"
Lyra looked aloof, "I just came back to see my dad. I didn''t n to stay."
Lloyd''s Parlor had so many bad people living in it that she was afraid she won''t be able to sleep at
night.
She went straight in towards the hall and just as she reached the door, she heard a sound of high
heeled footstepsing down the stairs.
udia was dressed in a high-fashion suede yellow hip dress. Her makeup was exquisite. Every step
she made was graceful. Her almond-shaped eyes just looked at Lyra.
She was not yet over thirty, and her skin was extremely tender, which made her look even more
younger than Lyra.
Lyra just nced at her indifferently, then withdrew her gaze and headed upstairs.
udia frowned and was a little upset. Then she blocked Lyra''s path.
"Our Miss Lloyd has note back for so many years. You''re more and more ignorant of the rules. You
don''t even know how to greet me when you see me? After a few years in the orphanage, you''re really
uncultivated."
Lyra was not angered by her, and the corners of her mouth were turned upward sarcastically.
"After living here for a long time, do you really think you are the hostess of this ce? Are you
deserved to consider yourself as an elder? You want me to respect you but can you afford it?"
udia red at her, gritting her teeth, "Why can''t I afford it? I''m your rightful mother!"
Lyra tut-tutted. Her red lips were cold and proud.
"Just a mother who is five years older than me. Don''t you feel disgusted with yourself?"
She leaned in close to udia''s ear and whispered, "Cherish your present wealthy days. After all, the
Lloyd family will be inherited by me. And you''ll be kicked out."
"You!"
udia was furious.
After so many years without seeing her, she was still as arrogant as ever and didn''t respect her at all.
udia can''t wait to p her in the mouth!
But on second thought, udia was not angry.
She smiled triumphantly, "I have to congratte you on something. Justst night, the old Mr. White
himself came here and you dad has agreed to his engagement proposal. You, again, are getting
married."
"What did you say?"
Lyra''s face paled slightly, "Dad, he let me engage with someone ? How can he decide this on his own
without asking me!?"
udia raised her chin proudly, "You can go up and question him yourself."
Lyra grimaced, no longer bothering to retort udia. She walked quickly upstairs, heading to the study.
udia looked at her hurried back with pleasure.
She heard that the White family''s eldest grandson''s temper was tyrannical and cold. The old Mr. White
tried to force a few women into his bed. None of them was unscathed. All fainted with some injuries. It
was estimated that he had a fetish for abusing women.
And she also heard that he came back from the border battlefield wounded. His whole face was ruined,
which looked strangely ugly.
udia covered her mouth and snickered.
If Lyra, this little bitch really married such a man, it was relieved for her.
She was so happy that she danced and went to the kitchen to see if her nutrition was ready.
Lyra walked down the aisle, getting angrier and angrier as she thought about it. Then she pushed open
the door to the study.
Before she could say anything, she saw Reginald, who had white beard and was full of vicissitudes,
sitting in a wheelchair. He was so happy to see her that his eyes were flooded with tears.
"Baby,e over here and let me look at you."
Lyra walked in with mixed feelings and slowly crouched down by his wheelchair.
"What happened to your leg? I remember before I left, you were clearly in good health."
Reginald smiled lightly, "Dad is old. It is normal to get sick. I just miss you every day. Since you came
back this time, you can live here and stay with me, OK?"
Lyra heartily stroked his leg andpromised, "Okay, I can live here, but I won''t promise to stay here.
You know I don''t like udia."
"She''s your stepmother."
"She''s not! I''ll get mad if you say it again!"
"Fine, I won''t mention it." Reginald looked at her dotingly. His broad but wrinkled hand was gently
stroking her face.
Reginald asked a bunch of questions about her diet, sleeping condition and whether she was bullied,
and so on.
The two talked in harmony.
In their conversation, Lyra suddenly remembered what udia had just said.
"Dad, that woman just said you helped me get engaged. Is that true?"
Since she knew, Reginald did not hide: "Yes,st night the old Mr. White personally asked it, so it was
decided. It is his grandson Malcolm. He is a very nice young man. Dad likes him ... "
Reginald h h h then praised a lot. Lyra can not listen to a word.
The only word that came to her mind was "Malcolm", the eldest grandson of the White family.
Malcolm, Malcolm again!
Shit, who did she piss offtely?
Why did this man''s name keep popping up?
It was just too annoying!