Chapter 327 Keith copses for this grating brother-in-Law
Micah did not speak, always suppressing his anger.
He did not know anything happened in Frayton, but he knew that his sister married into the Freeman
family for three years and suffered a lot.
After learning that Malcolm was the ex-husband of Rara at the beginning, he was also against the
engagement, and even after Rara made Malcolm pay back all those debts, he always hated the
prospective brother-inw.
The reason why he was willing to stay and treat Malcolm''s eyes was purely feeling heart-ached for
Rara and for her sake.
Although there was anger in the heart, Micah had always been quiet, did not like to say anything more,
turned around and go out.
A few minutester, he came in with the blended pills and capsules, ced them on the bedside table,
helped him pour another ss of water, and left again.
Keith looked at Micah''s cold back. Knowing Micah''s temper so well, he sighed silently.
Since it was time for his medication, Keith had to wake Malcolm up.
"Rara!"
Malcolm, who had just woken up, was not even conscious yet, and he was still repeating Rara.
Keith was a little moved. He really loved Rara.
"Malcolm, it''s time to take your medication." Keith lightened his tone and picked up the ss of water.
In fact, Malcolm was three years older than Keith. Malcolm was in love with his sister, andter he
would be his brother-inw. Now he called him by his first name, which was the maximum he can
ept.
Malcolm struggled to get up, found his hands and feet were bound, and the tyranny raged on his cold
and horrified face.
"Let go of me. I want to see Rara!" he said in a stubborn tone, in hostility.
Keith sighed, "I told you, she''s not here. Take your medicine, okay? Micah tied you up tightly. The more
you struggle, the more it hurts!"
Malcolm couldn''t even listen to him.
Those inky eyes burned with rage, and madness engulfed his nerves. His fists clenched, and the veins
on his arms bulged. His wrists and ankles quickly got some red marks by struggling.
Keith watched his crazy actions and held his forehead: "Are you mad? If you go on, my patience will
wear out. And I''ll get Micah toe over and force the drug. Believe it or not!"
"You call Rara. Put her on speaker. I want to hear it from her in person!"
Calling?
Keith looked at his wristwatch. At this time, they were still on the ne and couldn''t get through.
"I won''t take my medicine until I see Rara!"
Malcolm roared. His wrists abraded with blood, and the rope stained with bright red blood.
Keith noticed the blood on his wrists and gasped in depression.
It was only the first day and he resisted like this. They can not always tied him up every day. When
Rara came back, and saw Malcolm''s injury ...
He gave in and pped his head a few times as if venting his anger.
Torturing! It was too torturing!
"How am I supposed to get you on the phone when Rara''s on the ne? Besides, if you hurt yourself,
Rara will be hurt when she finds out! I''m begging you. Will you behave yourself?"
"Why is Rara on the ne? Where does she go?"
"You want to know that badly?" Keith had an idea: "How about I help you untie the rope and tell you
where Rara goes as long as you stop moving around?"
The violent Malcolm on the bed quieted down instantly, with his chest heaving violently, which signaled
the madness he had justmitted.
Keith breathed a sigh of relief.
Surely the only thing that can subdue him was Rara.
"Don''t move. Don''t move! I''ll untie you. And if you dare to make a scene as soon as you''re untied, or try
to fight me again, you won''t know where Rara is!"
With this threat, Malcolm finally behaved himself.
When he was quiet, his hollow and dark eyes were slightly downcast. Hidden under long and curling
Keith helped him untie the rope, and took alcohol to disinfect him.
The pain stung from the alcohol dripping on the wound, and with Malcolm''s invisibility, the physical pain
was magnified several times.
But he just tightened his brows without uttering a word, and if it weren''t for the uncontroble trembling
of his fingertips, Keith would have thought the virus had paralyzed his pain nerves.
"It hurts, right? The fact that it hurts proves you are still alive. As a patient, can''t you be a bit patient
conscious?"
Keith spoke in a low tone, scolding while fetching bandages to bind him up.
Malcolm had little expression and no retort, but simply asked, "Where does Rara go?"
"Out of the country."
Keith kept it short and simple.
"Out of the country?" Malcolm sat up and leaned over the bed, "Why does she leave the country? What
is she going to do when she goes so far away?"
"You still want to know?" Keith raised an eyebrow.
Malcolm nodded. His sanity gradually recovered, and his face returned to its usual coldness and
sullenness.
Keith continued his trick: "Since you want to know the truth, take your medication. I''ll tell you if you can
manage to be peaceful all day today."
He handed Malcolm the pills and capsules from the bedside table into the palm of his left hand, and the
ss of water was tucked into his right hand.
"Hold it. Don''t spill the water."
Malcolm did not hesitate to pour more than a dozen pills and capsules into his mouth and swallow them
with water.
The whole mouth was full of strong and bitter taste. It was so bitter that Malcolm''s face went pale,
resisting the urge to retch for several times.
But Keith was still sharp-eyed enough to notice that his expression was not right. He furrowed his
eyebrows as well, "Is it that bitter?"
As soon as he finished asking the question, Keith understood.
It must be Micah''s doing.
Micah, who always said few words, and had the aloof and arrogant temperament, was referred to as
the medical geek. He was thest person who can be messed because he always had some ways to
deal with people he didn''t like!
Keith, with a guilty conscience, remembered Lyra''s instructions before she left. He took a milk candy
out of his suit pocket and slipped it into Malcolm''s hand.
"This is from Rara. She said you like this vor of milk candy the most. She bought a lot of them. She
exined I should give you a candy every time I keep an eye on you after taking your medicine.
Anyway, I did the errand. Eat it or not, it''s up to you."
Keith was actually very confused. Malcolm was a twenty-eight-year-old man and the head of White
family. He was not a child. Would he like to eat milk candy?
It was simply unbelievable.
Malcolm, who got the milk candy, gently rubbed the candy paper with his long fingers, and his
expression gradually became softer, without the hostility just now.
He fumbled to the edge of the candy paper, tore open the package, put it into his mouth and ate the
candy without saying a word.
The familiar milk vor faintly melted in his mouth, bringing his thoughts back to every night when he
was fed medicine mouth-to-mouth by Lyra, and every sweet day and night they had for over a month.
Keith noticed the redness at the outer corners of his eyes, "What''s wrong with you again? Is it not good
or does it hurt somewhere?"
Malcolm did not exin. His eyelids drooped feebly, looking depressed.
Keith cautiously reminded, "You made the injury to your wrists. When Raraes back, you can not
me me this, not to mention I was hit by you today. My right shoulder bone is still painful."
Malcolmy under the quilt and rolled over, turning his back to Keith, "I want to be alone for a while."
Keith got up, "Okay, what do you want for breakfast? I''ll have someone prepare it and I''lle back in
in an hour."
"I don''t wanna eat."
Malcolm''s bodyy on his side and he closed his eyes.
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