Chapter 230 I''ll collect some interest for him first
Lyra''s tears fell even harder, and she couldn''t stop them.
She grabbed his hand and yelled at him, "Malcolm, you''re not dying! If you die, I''ll find another man and
marry him right now! I''ll make you regret it for the rest of your life!"
Malcolm''s bloodied lips curled in a grim smile.
"That...no, you''re my ..."
She cried andughed, and hurriedly looked to the medical staff on either side, "I''m already here. Get
him inside!"
Malcolm still took her hand and refused to let go, "Rara, you...listen to me exin, OK ..."
"You need the surgery. I''ll be right outside. When youe out, I''ll listen to your exnation."
Malcolm''s face was so pale that he was losing blood and could not dy any longer.
But he still stubbornly took her hand and did not let go. He wanted to see her properly again. He might
die on the operating table. Perhaps he did not have the opportunity to wake up again.
Lyra looked distressed and could only forcibly break his hand and watched him being pushed into the
emergency room.
The surgical lights were turned on and Lyra was sitting outside waiting. The tears didn''t dry yet on her
face.
It was the first time she shed tears in front of so many people, but she didn''t even care. She just knew
she didn''t want Malcolm to die ...
After waiting for three hours, until 9:00 p.m., Malcolm did note out.
Chad dismissed the rest of people. With a grim face, he sat down in the waiting seat opposite Lyra.
After a long time of thinking, he spoke.
"You have always felt that he lied to you about the abandoned warehouse thing six months ago, but it is
true. He was really determined to die at that time. If our brothers didn''t arrive in time to save him, he
really will be buried in the fire."
Lyra slowly raised her eyes and looked at him.
Chad continued with seriousness: "As for why he is alive and not back to you, it''s because the White
family had unrest at that time. He must go back to control it. As for the whip wound on his back, he was
whipped because he went against the White family''s rules. Although he managed to get back after the
warehouse incident, there wererge burns on his face and body. His legs were fractured in the fight.
His internal body was not good ..."
His eyes flickered slightly and skipped over the fact that Malcolm had the bio-virus in his body.
The reason why Malcolm did not return to Frayton was that, except that he couldn''t leave after he was
in power, there was still virus in his body and the doctor wasn''t able to find a way to cure him
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But Malcolm gave an order not to reveal a word of this to Lyra.
Chad stopped thinking and continued: "Miss Lyra, he gave his life to get you back every time. He''s
wholehearted to you! He is a fool in rtionship. He only knows to give without reservation, but will not
tell you his grief. After he regained his identity, he did not dare to recognize you, because he is afraid
you''ll hate him more. He is afraid to lose you forever. He is too inferior in this rtionship."
Lyra bowed her head. Her whole heart was filled with guilt and pain.
Whether she opened or closed her eyes, what was in her mind was always Malcolm who was covered
with blood, but it had happened to him more than once.
Six months ago in the abandoned warehouse, he must have been hurt worse than this time.
But she was even angry with him because of his concealment, ming him for cheating her, and
whipping him ...
Lyra''s heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife. It was so painful that she could barely breathe.
"Sorry ..."
Apart from the word, there seemed to be nothing else she can do topensate him.
"What he needs is not an apology. As long as you spoil him and love him a little, he will be happy."
Chad looked at her who was very sad, sighing repeatedly, "Miss Lyra, he no longer owes you. But after
learning that you were sad for him for six months, he med himself. letting me find the whip is not to
y the bitter trick to you. He wants to do his best topensate you for those six months of suffering.
You suffered for six months and he was also tortured by the disease for six months. "
"Last night you mmed the door and left. He has nned to exin when youe back. But he
didn''t you to withdraw the marriage with the old Mr. White early in the morning. And the old Mr. White
agreed. He lost his concentration for a moment before he was shot by the bullet."
Lyra abruptly stopped her tears and frowned, "I did go to Rudolph to ask for a withdrawal, but he didn''t
agree. I was going to think about it in the long run. Who said this to him?"
Chad and she looked at each other and both realized that something was not right. And Chad
immediately had someone look into it.
Half an hourter.
The atmosphere at the entrance to the emergency room was stark.
"Travis White sent people to tell Mr. Malcolm."
Lyra''s face was serious, "Travis White? How''s Malcolm''s rtionship with him?"
"Not good." Chad was serious, "the White family''s unrest is caused by Travis. Mr. Malcolm went back
three dayster, and the power almost fell to Travis. Mr. Malcolm spent almost half a month to fight
back the power."
Lyra pursed her lips and lowered her eyes without speaking.
After a moment of contemtion, her eyes grew cold and she asked in a deep voice, "Do you know
how to avoid the surveince and go to the White family?"
Chad froze, "Miss Lyra, are you going to ...?"
Lyra''s eyes were cold and chilly.
"Help him collect some interest first!"
...
Late at night Eleven o''clock.
In the elegantly styled bedroom with the subtle sound of water.
Travis finished his shower and came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, while taking a towel to
wipe his hair.
As he just approached the bedroom, the room''s vintage chandelier suddenly flickered on and off. The
curtains were rustling by the wind, and a certain chilly aura came from his bedroom.
Noticing the difference, he put his gold-rimmed sses back on.
There was a woman sitting next to the bed at some point.
Her slender and luscious legs were ced ntingly. Her hands were folded, an enchanting posture.
With her elegant and cold temperament, she was very eye-catching.
It must say that Malcolm''s young fiancée was indeed very beautiful and had a good body shape, and
even he was a bit excited about it.
He smiled politely, "When did Miss Lloyd get here? It doesn''t seem right to go through the window into
my roomte at night instead of using the front door, does it?"
Lyra didn''t say anything. Her gaze sternly fixed on him.
But this was Travis''s vi. He had a bunch of bodyguards. Lyra was a woman, so he was not afraid, but
went up to tease her with an evil smile on his face.
"Or do ...you have a crush on me? Want to cheat on Malcolm?"
Lyra frowned. Her expression suddenly became fierce. She fiercely stood up in front of Travis and
viciously shed his neck with both of her hands.
Travis was weak and tried to resist, but had little fighting capacity and was mercilessly knocked out and
fell to the ground by her.
Lyra looked down at him, "You look like a man, but I didn''t expect you to be a weakling!"
After Travis woke up, he was already tied to a chair and his mouth was gagged with a towel.
Lyra leaned over a table, absently ying with the dagger.
The silver light of the dagger revealed her enchanting but vicious face.
She looked like the one who was not easy to be messed with!
Travis started to get scared at this point, and yelled towards the door.
"It''s useless. Your bodyguards are all knocked out by my men. It''ste at night, so even if you scream
your head off, no one wille to save you."
Travis had elegant features and looked well-mannered. At this moment his hair was wet and he was
still wrapped in a bath towel, and was still tied up. Somehow he looked a bit like a male prostitute ...
And Chad, who was outside the window, heard Lyra''s yful and flirtatious tone, and thought it
strange.
Why did it sound like she wanted to rape him?
Did she have a crush on Travis and she was not going to teach him a lesson?
If boss knew that, he would be so angry that he would immediately crawl over from the operating table,
right?