Chapter 617 Is there such a coincidence?


    The cell was dimly lit.


    The light of the dagger was particrly dazzling.


    Ryan clenched the handle of the dagger, looked fierce, and stabbed Malcolm in the waist.


    When the dagger was about to pierce Malcolm''s dark green uniform, and Ryan seemed to be able to


    see Malcolm''s blood sshing in the next second, however, the dagger was forced to stop at thest


    few millimeters of distance.


    Malcolm grabbed Ryan''s wrist so hard that he couldn''t move.


    Malcolm''s eyes were gloomy, and he sneered, "Ryan, you want to murder me in my territory. Are you


    impatient and wanna die?"


    Ryan was startled, then raised his head andughed, "I know. Even if I kill you, I can''t get out of here."


    Malcolm frowned, and with a force on his hand, Ryan couldn''t hold the dagger in pain, and Malcolm


    took it.


    "You know you can''t kill me. Even if you do kill me, it''s impossible not to take responsibility, but you still


    do it. Do you want to die with me?"


    He yed with the sharp dagger he snatched from Ryan''s hand, and pressed it gently against Ryan''s


    neck.


    "Your attitude makes me believe your confession just now is the truth."


    "Malcolm, every word I say is the truth. If you don''t believe it, you can check it out. My words are at


    least much more credible than Rudolph''s perfunctory so-called truth."


    Faced with the dagger aiming at his neck, Ryan remained motionless. He was not afraid at all, and his


    tone sounded sincere and earnest.


    " Malcolm, Travis is very simple and stupid, and he is the easiest to be taken advantage of. Since he


    has been secretly sent out of here, you should stop chasing him. Let him go. He will not return to the


    White Mansion, and will not bring any troubles to you."


    Malcolm pursed his thin lips and looked cold. In the face of Ryan''s obviously submissive attitude, he


    did not give a positive answer to Travis''s matter.


    "You should care about your own situation first. You try to murder me with a dagger. This is not a trivial


    matter. You should have gotten out in a few days, but now I am afraid you will have to go to the Ministry


    of Justice to consider whether you will be sent to the prison."


    His deep voice was extraordinarily indifferent, as if mixed with ice.


    The entire cell was filled with low air pressure that made it hard to breathe.


    "As for Travis escaping again, it depends on your confession just now, whether it is the truth or not."


    After thest few words, Malcolm got up, took the dagger, and walked out of the cell without looking


    back.


    "Malcolm , I''m old. I''m at your disposal. Trade me for Travis. Don''t hold him ountable."


    As he walked to the door, Ryan spoke again, and his tone had a bit of helplessness and vicissitudes


    like an old father.


    Malcolm paused, seeming to think about Ryan''s words.


    He didn''t answer but quickly left the cell.


    Walking down the passage of the cell, Malcolm was still looking at the dagger in his hand.


    In his whole life, he had never felt the love of his father and mother. And he only remembered the strict


    grandpa.


    As a father, would he really do such a stupid act for his son?


    Would he rather risk his life than endanger his son''s safety?


    And this dagger.


    Ryan was searched before being sent to the cell. It was impossible for him to have such a murder


    weapon on his body. Someone could only quietly avoid the police and take Travis away and give it to


    him.


    And the entire National Investigation Bureau, there was only one person with the strength to cut off all


    surveince and take the opportunity to get Travis away.


    Rudolph.


    Malcolm frowned deeply, clenching the hilt of the dagger and feeling confused.


    It wasn''t until Ted came over that he took back those heavy and troubled thoughts.


    Ted whispered, "Mr. Malcolm, you''re not looking very well. Are you alright? Would you like to go back to


    rest early?"


    Malcolm was expressionless and handed the dagger in his hand to Ted, "Ryan tried to murder me with


    a dagger when I was visiting him. This is the weapon he used. Record this case and I''ll be free to deal


    with it in a few days. "


    Ted bowed and respectfully took the dagger with both hands. "Okay, Mr. Malcolm."


    Malcolm went back to the office.


    Lyra sat on the small sofa and waited for him with coffee.


    Seeing hime in, Lyra got up and walked to the door, "How''s it going? What did Ryan say?"


    Malcolm took off his jacket and his expression was always solemn.


    "Ryan said that the car ident was not an ident. It was a deliberate murder. And the person who


    nned it was Albert."


    Lyra was slightly startled, "Albert ? How could it be..."


    Albert was Sylvia''s father. Although Lyra didn''t know him, Albert had helped Malcolm many times when


    Malcolm was questioned.


    He was an honest man and looked like a good-natured person, and when Malcolm and Ryan were


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    fighting for power, Albert wasn''t involved at all.


    All he wanted was to be an idle old man who didn''t care about the things of White family.


    How could such a person be the one who harmed Malcolm''s parents?


    Malcolm touched his wife''s face to ease the solemn expression on her face, "I know you don''t believe


    it, and I don''t believe it either."


    "Tonight, we have heard twopletely different confessions and facts about this matter. Honey, who


    do you think is lying?" Lyra asked cautiously, "or, Ryan and grandpa are both lying."


    Malcolm pondered for a while, "This matter has to be investigated. There are many contradictions


    between Ryan and Grandpa''s words, but we can''t just rely on our guesses. We need to rely on the


    facts."


    Lyra nodded and agreed, "Then how are you going to investigate?"


    "Since Ryan has used Albert of being the mastermind behind the car ident and the real


    murderer, said grandpa lied to protect Albert, the only way is to find Albert and hear what he will say."


    Lyra suddenly thought of something and her face froze.


    Malcolm saw something wrong with her expression almost immediately. "What''s wrong?"


    Lyra told the truth, "I wanted to help you find out about this yesterday, and I also wanted to hear from


    Albert, but I asked Sylvia. Albert is not in Suham. I heard that he is on a business trip. It''s not sure how


    long will hee back."


    "When did he leave?"


    "Looks like... it was the other day when Ryan had a showdown with you, and you rushed to ask


    Rudolph at night."


    Malcolm looked grim, "He left at night?"


    Lyra nodded again.


    Just at the juncture of the ident, he left Suham for a business trip, and his daughter didn''t even


    know how long it will take toe back.


    Was there such a coincidence?


    Lyra: "I feel like maybe Albert knew the inside story, but he left Suham as soon as he heard the


    message, as if he doesn''t want to get involved."


    Malcolm stopped talking.


    At this juncture, in the White family, even his grandpa was trying to prevaricate him, make perfunctory


    answers to him, and even deceive him. He didn''t believe anyone.


    Moreover, Albert just couldn''t be found, and it seemed that Ryan''s confession just now had a bit of


    credibility.


    He thought deeply and looked at his watch. It was already past ten o''clock at night.


    "Babe, it''s toote today. Let''s go home. I''ll let someone check what grandpa said and Ryan''s words as


    soon as possible, and we''ll talk about it tomorrow."


    Lyra did get a little sleepy too.


    And things like the White family didn''t seem to be easy at all.


    It can get people overwhelmed.


    They really needed a good rest, and then clear all the clues.


    "Come on, go home."


    Malcolm put the military jacket he took off, draped it over her shoulders, put his arms around her


    slender shoulders, and left the bureau together.


    On the way back, Malcolm drove.


    The built-in Bluetooth speaker in the car was ying soothing music.


    Lyra and Malcolm didn''t speak but seemed to be thinking.


    After a while, Lyra tilted her head to nce at Malcolm who was driving.


    His ck eyes stared straight ahead, as if he was concentrating on driving, but he seemed to be


    thinking about something, and he was in trance.


    Lyra sighed silently, knowing he was still thinking about Ryan and grandpa''s words.


    She leaned closer, looking for a topic to recall his thoughts, "Honey, during the day, Micah and Abigail


    came to the Lloyd''s Corp to find me."


    Malcolm looked back, "What happened to them?"


    "They want to take advantage of the nearest time to travel."


    Malcolm nodded absently.


    Seeing that Lyra''s eyes were locked on him, he quickly added a few words, "It''s really good to travel


    before marriage. Anyway, the two don''t have much to do, and travel can promote their rtionship.


    Micah is not young. It can cultivate their feelings. Get married when they get back."


    Lyra felt it so cute by his gesture that he was afraid of seeing her angry, and couldn''t help but chuckle.


    Malcolm was stunned. "What did I say wrong?"


    "No."


    Malcolm was driving with one hand, and Lyra took the initiative to take his right hand and sped his


    fingers together, "Micah and Abigail hope to travel with us for a few days. What do you think?"