Chapter 275 Lyra''s anger makes him restless


    In the evening, in theboratory''s ward.


    Jimmy said softly, "In fact, I told him he has five months left. It is a conservative statement. Only when


    he maintains good body conditions, it is possible he has five months left."


    "Because the virus in his body is almost out of the control of the inhibitor. If his angina attack happens


    more frequently, it is estimated the time is less than a month ..."


    Lyra was in shock, and her palms were so tight that she was clutching the report in folds.


    She tried to calm down, "In the future, I will supervise him to get well. I don''t believe he only has a few


    months left. I want him to live a long life!"


    Jimmy was relieved to see the determination in her eyes.


    "Miss Lloyd, don''t worry. I''ll do my best to save Malcolm. And I''ll go to work overtime to write a note to


    you. ording to the notes, he should do proper exercise, supplement nutrition and pay attention to


    emotions. It should be of great help."


    "Okay, thanks."


    "You''re wee."


    Jimmy took the data book she handed back and turned to go out, closing the door for them.


    Lyra turned back to him who was in the bed and saw his dark eyes.


    "Awake so soon? Did we disturb you?"


    Malcolm''s pale lips curled lightly and he shook his head, "I wasn''t asleep either. Hearing your voice


    gave me peace of mind."


    Lyra gently stroked his face, each movement with great patience.


    "In the future, when you feel painful, you are not allowed to hold back. You have to tell me. You are


    breaking my heart by hiding it. Do you know?"


    He nodded obediently, "I want you to hug ..."


    Lyra took off her high heels, rolled over and squeezed into hisforter, dotingly wrapping him into her


    arms.


    Smelling the good smell of her, Malcolm closed his eyes in contentment.


    Thinking of something very important, he said, "By the way Rara, my condition cannot be disclosed for


    the time being. And you have to keep it a secret in your family."


    "Don''t worry. I won''t tell them."


    Malcolm''s influence in Suham, and even in Crana as a whole, was significant.


    Once the news of his critical illness got out, the National Investigation Bureau and the Lloyd''s Corp


    would have much turmoil, especially the White Corp and the White family and Ryan family that was


    covetous. If they knew it, he was afraid it would set off a big storm.


    Malcolm closed his eyes again and soon drifted off to sleep as she soothed him.


    Lyra looked down. Looking at his handsome sleeping face, she got distracted.


    Originally she had no idea that what happened at the Fantalure Bar in Frayton would do so much


    damage to Malcolm''s body.


    Now that she knew it and the anger in her heart towards Anthony deepened.


    Especially, Anthony had the audacity to threaten her with this today!


    Bail out, back out, marry him?


    A fool''s errand!


    Malcolm was caused by him to toss and turn in pain. He didn''t deserve to just stay at the prison and


    live a peaceful life.


    What he paid back was far less than a millionth of the damage Malcolm received!


    The more Lyra thought about it, the more angry she got. And the ruthlessness gradually flooded her


    eyes as she began to think it through.


    She couldn''t swallow her anger if she didn''t fix Anthony herself!


    Late at night.


    The Frazier family''s vi rang with sharp smashing sounds.


    Irene threw another tantrum and the whole room was a mess.


    Peter stood reservedly in the corner, not daring to utter a single word.


    Just dropping things didn''t seem to be enough to let out the anger in Irene''s heart.


    She took a bottle of premium lotion and ordered Peter, "Useless loser, no hiding!"


    Peter had no choice but to continue standing in a disciplined manner as Irene viciously mmed the


    bottle on him.


    There was a muffled thud.


    Peter''s forehead was smashed. And there was a bulge on it, and the bottle cut the skin, causing


    scattered blood on his forehead.


    He suffered in silence, not saying a word.


    Irene''s mania soothed a bit when she saw the blood.


    "This time, you guys are the ones who are not doing a good job! You actually suggest to sell news


    about ming Keith''s cheating and use public opinion to force him topromise. What happened? A


    bunch of brain-dead! I also listened to you guys only because I was brainless!"


    Keith controlled half of the entertainment industry.


    His influence on the industry was huge. The news Irene was going to sell had already been written by


    someone, but no media dared to use it at all. Even if they spent a lot of money to find a few small


    mediapanies to sell the news, it would be quickly suppressed and the news would immediately


    sink into the sea like stone.


    Irene thought about it and became angry again to continued smashing. She was very unwilling to just


    watch Keith and Melissa that bitch love each other!


    She made so much noise that Garrett came upstairs to check on her.


    Just as he opened the door, something flew straight at him, apanied by Irene''s violent shout, "Get


    out! Don''t bother me if you don''t want to be beaten!"


    Seeing Garrett was about to be smashed squarely, Peter was quick enough to help him block, and his


    forehead was smashed again.


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    "Mr. Garrett ," Peter bowed towards him.


    Irene turned her head, "Garrett, howe it''s you? I thought it was that group of servants who didn''t


    know what they were doing again."


    Garrett sighed, "If I don''te here, how long are you going to smash? If you wake up dad, you''re


    going to be grounded again."


    He patted Peter''s shoulder, "Thanks. You can leave. Go to the housekeeper to settle the bill of your


    medical expenses andpensation. You can tell him that I let you do it and you can receive double."


    "Thank you, Mr. Garrett."


    "Hmm."


    Garrett sat down next to Irene''s bed and before he could say anything, Irene held his arm and pouted.


    "Garrett, you must help me this time. Keith would rather have that lowly woman than me. If we let him


    go on like this, we will lose the face of the Frazier family!"


    Garrett stroked her head and didn''t say anything.


    She continued to persuade, "Garrett, don''t you like Lyra very much? If you help me win Keith back, I''ll


    help you go after Lyra!"


    Garrettughed lightly, "Don''t harm me with your tricks. You and she are notparable. You should


    not mess with her, and this is to help me."


    Irene curled her lips and didn''t approve his view.


    She wouldn''t let Lyra the bitch get away with it as well. There was still time so she would always get


    herself a chance to fix Lyra!


    She was cursing Lyra and Melissa viciously in her heart.


    Garrett, on the other hand, was seriously trying to help her figure out what to do.


    "How about this? Half a monthter is your birthday. I''ll propose with mom and dad to give you a


    special birthday banquet. You can also invite some stars to sing. How about that?"


    Irene''s eyes lit up.


    Melissa was an actress. When she was invited to the Frazier family, she would fix Melissa at that tome.


    Garrett continued to teach her, "You should asionally be soft to Keith. Admit your mistake with a


    sincere attitude, so that he muste to your birthday party, then you can ..."


    Irene listened carefully, and the more she listened, the more she felt that the birthday party in half a


    month was a perfect opportunity!


    On that day, she could not only fix Melissa, but Lyra, as her fiancé''s sister who had to attend as well.


    When the time came, she would kill two birds with one stone.


    She would deal with the two bitches together!


    The evil n took root in her heart.