Chapter 294 Early morning service
The Frazier family''s lobby.
Oscar sat on the main seat of the couch. He scowled and looked angry, steadily closing his eyes and
listening quietly to the sound of the whipping in the garden.
Jane squeezed her handkerchief and kept crying. Her voice was already mute because of persuading
for too many times.
But Oscar was really furious this time,pletely ignoring her pleas for mercy.
Half of Irene''s face was still swollen from the beating she receivedst night, making her look like she
was eating something big, which was a bitical. And her face looked a bit miserable with the tear
stains still wet.
She had been kneeling on the cold tiles of the hall for an hour.
Since childhood, Oscar spoiled and cared her and Garrett very much.
This time Oscar was determined to punish them.
The gloomy and horrible atmospherested for another two minutes.
Garrett, hanging in the garden and being beaten, screamed more and more faintly.
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It seemed like he was not able to sustain it any longer!
Irene endured the sharp pain in her knees and marched to Oscar''s feet, grabbing his pant leg and
crying for mercy.
"Dad, please spare my brother! He can''t take it anymore. He was set up by that bitch Lyra! How can
you just punish your own kid? You should go and help me fix Lyra! Get rid of that Melissa!"
Oscar looked at her in shock and was so angry at her words that he viciously lifted her hand away.
"How could I have raised a daughter like you? Arrogant, domineering, flouting thew, turning ck
and white upside down, and so mean-spirited that you want to kill everyone at the drop of a hat! What a
sin!"
Irene was lifted to the ground by him and stared at him, sneering.
"Wasn''t it all taught by you? It was you who told me to be more ruthless when dealing with things. And
it''s for my long term benefit. My only fault is that I didn''t do it thoroughly enough!"
"You!"
Oscar was so angry that he was dizzy. Shaking his hand and pointing at her, he was unable to say a
word.
Irene: "If this time, I seed, my brother may be able to marry Lyra. She has the right to inherit her
family''s property. If she marries my brother in the future, will the property belong to all our family?"
"We will no longer have to be inferior to the other big families because we are in the bottom position of
the four big families!"
"Dad, I did this all about our family. You shouldn''t treat me and Garrett like this! And he knew nothing
about this. He didn''t deserve to be beaten!"
Oscar grunted heavily, "He is your brother, but also the pride of our family. He did not admonish you,
but also fool around with you and do such a disgrace to our family!"
"Dad!"
Oscar turned his face away, unmoved.
A servant in the garden ran toward them in a panic, "Mr. Oscar, Mr. Garrett has passed out again! If
you continue to beat him after he wakes up, I''m afraid he''ll die. Mr. Oscar, please spare him!"
Irene and the sobbing Jane were both startled at the same time.
Oscar''s eyes were slightlyplicated and he didn''t say anything.
Jane''s eyes were fierce. She quickly took a fruit knife on the table, against Oscar''s neck.
"Mom, you!"
"Jane! What are you doing? Put the knife down now!"
Oscar and Irene spoke up at the same time.
Instead of dropping it, Jane pushed it an inch closer, and the skin of his neck was cut with a shallow
bloody mark.
"Oscar, Garrett is my son! If you want to beat him to death, I don''t want to live any more! Why don''t you
just kill three of us? Then you can marry again and have another son?"
"Fine, I won''t beat him anymore! Put the knife down! Let''s have a talk."
Facing with his wife''s death threat, Oscar finally gave in.
Garrett was carried back to his room by the servants, and Irene, who was distressed by her brother,
followed him all the way upstairs to treat his injuries.
The couple was soon the only left in the hall.
Oscar had already vented his anger out. Now he was smoking a cigarette calmly.
Jane was also thinking, "Honey, at the moment, the only way we can control the stock''s decline is to
suppress the headline first."
"As for Malcolm, when Garrett is healed, we''ll let him personally go to the White Manor to plead guilty.
With the old Mr. White, Malcolm can always let it go gently."
"After we deal with the toughest Malcolm, thepanies that have terminated their cooperation with us
will alwayse back on their own."
How could Oscar not know exactly how to handle it?
Now Malcolm was angry. They had to wait for a few days to cool him down so let''s not mention it.
He took a long sigh and said in a mellow and steady voice, "As long as Keith doesn''t let go, it''s hard to
suppress the heat. You''ve seen his attitude. He even announced his withdrawal in publicst night. It
really made us lose face!"
Jane was silent.
Keith was particrly radical this time and was clearly not less angry than Malcolm.
He was not going to let go easily.
"Dad, Keith can''t make decision himself in his family. That he agreed to withdraw from the marriage
alone is useless. It has to be approved by Reginald."
Irene had dried her tears and walked gracefully down the stairs, continuing.
"You said before Reginald owes you a favor. If you beg him personally, I think he''ll consider helping us
convince Keith. And besides, what will happen to Keith and Melissa if Reginald find out the thing about
them?"
In the beginning, Irene used this favor to get Reginald to insist on the engagement despite Keith''s
objection.
In Irene''s perception, since she didn''t marry Keith sessfully, the favor was not returned!
It was right to make a few more small requests.
Oscar''s breath was heavy and he did not speak.
Maybe he''ll just have to condescend and try this!
Lyre Spiti.
Malcolm was awakened by the smell of porridge.
When he opened his eyes, Lyra was sitting next to him, held a bowl of porridge and stirred the porridge
with a spoon while gently blowing it.
This image was so familiar.
Because of Charlotte''s matter that made them misunderstand each other, he drenched in the rain in the
garden kneeling all night. Lyra knewter that she wronged him, so she personally cooked porridge for
him.
The difference was that Lyra, who saw him as an object of revenge, was cold and without a trace of pity
at that time.
This time, she looked gentle, and every action was doting.
"Have you waked?"
Lyra put down the bowl, helped him put up the pillows and let him lean against the bed.
Malcolm swallowed lightly, "How did I get backst night? I thought we agreed to wake me up when we
arrived?"
Lyra picked up the porridge again and continued stirring and blowing, "I asked Chad to carry you back.
When I saw you sleeping soundly, I didn''t bother to wake you up."
Shedled a small spoonful of porridge and brought it to Malcolm''s lips, "Here, eat slowly. Be careful of
the heat."
Malcolm froze for a couple of seconds and opened his mouth.
"First thing in the morning, there is a sweet feeding service. Why suddenly so attentive today?" It made
him a little ufortable, and always felt strange somewhere.
Lyra hid the strange look in her eyes and handed over another spoonful of porridge, "You worked hard
That was too easy to misunderstand. He was just hugging her! He needed to correct her properly!
The two of them started a discussion on the topic of "hard work", and the bowl of porridge was soon
empty and fed into Malcolm''s stomach.
Lyra had arranged for Kellie to represent her at thepany today and was going to spend another
day at home with Malcolm.
Afternoon.
Lyra was sitting cross-legged on the couchzily, with Malcolm resting on herp who was working on
business with his tablet.
The vi door was suddenly knocked on very sharply.
Outside the door was Eleven.
"Mr. Keith and Mr. Reginald are arguing in the family''s hall. The situation is not good. You should go
back and take a look!"