Chapter 376 Micah''s devilish experience begins


    Malcolm calmed himself down before he picked up thest ss of wine and faced Keith, "Mr. Keith,


    you took care of me and was beaten up by me instead, this ss of wine is considered as an apology


    to you!"


    Keith nodded and looked calm as if he said, "I''m magnanimous and won''t care about that."


    Malcolm decisively finished thest ss of wine.


    This cup was unexpectedly sweet.


    There was no difort, and it was a light and fruity wine.


    Malcolm, who was slightly startled, nced at Keith and seemed to understand what they were trying


    to do.


    Pain, suffering, struggle, uncertainty, once they passed the most difficult hurdle, the future days were


    sweet and beautiful.


    In addition to this meaning, there was also the meaning of warning.


    If he dared to treat Rara badly in the future, they didn''t mind making him experience the pain all over


    again.


    If he loved their baby sister, his days would befortable.


    Malcolm, who quickly thought about it, looked at the three men across the table with a few moments of


    gratitude in his eyes, "You have been very kind to Rara, and I, Malcolm, will never fail you."


    "Rara, will be my only love!"


    His gaze was sincere and his eyes were extraordinarily firm when he said this.


    Collin nodded with reluctant satisfaction and gave an arrogant hum, "Remember the promise you gave


    me. If you break your oath and make Rara sad once more in the future, I''ll kill you!"


    This meant that he basically epted Malcolm.


    It also meant that Malcolm sort of passed the test.


    Lyra sighed with relief and looked again at Micah, who had been silent.


    Micah had no intention of taking a stand. Obviously, he was not fully satisfied.


    "Micah? You''re not going to say anything?"


    Lyra took it upon herself to remind him, winking at him.


    He had passed Collin''s test. Shouldn''t Micah give Malcolm an out?


    Micah was oblivious to her squinting and looked cold and unmoving.


    He stood up, straightened the hem of his coat, and spoke in a light tone, "Now that the wine is finished,


    I hope Mr. Malcolme with me."


    Malcolm did not hesitate and immediately followed him upstairs, followed by Collin and Keith.


    Lyra was speechless. Micah was really ruthless to let Malcolm ovee all the difficulties in the way!


    Did he have to pass all before letting him go?


    She hurriedly got up and was about to follow, but was pulled by Kathleen, "Don''t panic. Sit here with


    me for a while. Let them settle their affairs themselves!"


    Lyra said anxiously, "My brothers are not trying to beat him up, are they? They know martial arts and


    will beat him hard. What if Malcolm gets beaten up ... no no no! I have to go check it out!"


    "Listen, even if they really beat him up, they can''t be cruel. They can''t let the two little nephews'' dad


    be disabled in the future! You just sit at ease. It will be fine!"


    Kathleen painstakingly and gently persuaded her.


    Having heard that, Lyra was not less worried.


    She would be very upset and heartbroken if her brothers really beat Malcolm.


    Malcolm had been so goodtely that even she can''t beat him up, so how can her brothers beat him


    up!?


    Her palms were sweating with worry, and she kept stamping her feet, waiting impatiently.


    ...


    Malcolm was taken to Micah''s childhood bedroom in the vi.


    That room had been remodeled. He put all the professional medical equipment and surgical knives of


    various colors on the table.


    On the walls, diagrams of various human organs were posted.


    As soon as he entered, he felt a little bit frightened.


    Malcolm, who had experienced a lot, swallowed hard.


    Micah wanted to dissect him?


    Micah wanted him experience the fear of hovering on the edge of death without anesthesia?


    He was mulling it over when Micah finally spoke up.


    "You let Rara carry the babies identally. It is your inadequate safety measures. This is obviously


    your fault, but in the future the pain of childbirth will have to be borne by Rara alone. As a punishment


    for yourck of caution, tonight I will take you to experience the tenth level of childbirth."


    When he finished, Keith stepped forward and helped lift the white cloth from the seat.


    Next to the seat, Micah had the analgesic apparatus sent over from the downtown hospital on a special


    fast track.


    "If you refuse now, or even if you''re in the middle of the experience and want to request to withdraw,


    that''s fine, I respect your choice."


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    Micah''s cold eyes held a hint of sarcasm at the bottom.


    Malcolm looked at him and his deep, quiet and dark eyes were without a trace of timidity, "I do, and will


    not quit."


    "Think carefully. This is only the middle link. There are surprises waiting for youter."


    Malcolm looked determined and he nodded without hesitation, "No problem, I''ll take it all."


    "Great, I hope you''ll still be so toughter. Please take a seat." Micah looked at him


    He consciously went over and sat down, and Micah helped him load the analgesic apparatus in his


    hands.


    "Level 1 is equivalent to needle prick the back of the hand, mosquito bites. Level 4 pain is like an iron


    cone stabbing thigh. For Mr. Malcolm whoes from the army, it should be very easy. Then we start


    directly from level 5."


    Micah finished. Without giving him a chance to react, he pressed the button directly on the machine.


    The pain came without warning. Malcolm instantly furrowed his eyebrows. His hands gripped the


    armrests to bear it without a word.


    Micah saw that he was getting used to it and continued to add to it.


    At level 7, this persistent pain would gradually spread to all the limbs. And there was no ce in the


    body that was not painful.


    The veins on Malcolm''s hands bulged. His fingertips were slightly shaking. His face was pale and there


    was dense cold sweat on his forehead.


    He clenched his teeth and still didn''t make a sound.


    Just then, Keith did as Micah told him and pushed the table in front of Malcolm.


    Collin put a pen, a copybook, and a sheet of A4 paper on the table.


    Malcolm raised his eyes while enduring the pain, and looked suspiciously at Micah who was next to


    him.


    Micah exined, "It''s a famous online rule for being a good husband. I heard you can write extremely


    well in pen, so I ask you to copy it word for word."


    Malcolm looked at the paper.


    [Wife is the God. Everything about her is priority.


    Consciously wash and cook, clean the room, and never let the wife''s delicate hands get a piece of


    dust.


    ... should be attentive to take care of every little emotion of the wife, not to yell at her, not to mention


    abusing her.]


    The whole 50 articles, if he copied once, it was about 500 words.


    Micah watched him and kindly reminded him, "If you can''t do it, you can choose to give up."


    Malcolm immediately reached for the pen, implying that he epted this.


    When the pen was in his hand, his long fingertips were still shaking uncontrobly.


    Micah exined the rules to him, "When a woman is inbor, she usually experiences two to three


    hours or more of pain. Counting the time you just experienced, I''ll give you a total of one and half of an


    hour to copy this rule, and if you have a problem with it, you can protest."


    Malcolm adjusted his breathing and struggled to speak, "I experienced the pain of childbirth for an hour


    and a half, but in the future Rara will have to suffer twice as much as I did."


    "I don''t have anyments on this provision, I''ll copy it."