Chapter 622 Remove the name and sever the ties
Coming out of the interrogation room, Malcolm did not return to his office immediately.
He stood for a long time in the quiet and remote corridor, with his back half leaning against the wall. His
ck eyes looked quiet and introverted, thinking about something.
He was slightly annoyed and subconsciously touched the pocket of his uniform, wanting to quietly
smoke a cigarette.
There was no cigarette in the empty pocket.
He suddenly remembered that since the S404 biochemical virus was known to Lyra, Lyra told him to
quit smoking. Later, he recovered. Lyra was pregnant and couldn''t smell the smoke.
And then again, he couldn''t smoke because of the babies.
After all, he had not carried anything like a cigarette case almost a year and a half.
He restrained his intention to smoke quietly, took out the phone in his pocket and called Charles.
"Mr. Malcolm."
Malcolm''s voice was cold, and he said directly, "Tell old White, I can let Travis go and don''t pursue it. It
is considered I have paid off the years of teaching from him, but Ryan must be responsible for the
mistakes he made in the past. This is not negotiable. Please don''t meddle in the car ident that
year."
Charles, who was on the other end of the phone, was stunned.
"Mr. Malcolm, you..." Charles noticed in shock that Malcolm''s address for Rudolph had changed from
grandpa to the old White.
Malcolm had always respected Rudolph the most and listened to his words very much, but he always...
called him Grandpa.
"Mr. Malcolm, this thing... Mr. Rudolph..."
Charles'' voice trembled slightly. He was really frightened by his indifferent attitude. He wanted to help
exin for Rudolph, but didn''t know where to start.
Malcolm didn''t want to hear it either, "My position has been made clear. If the old White wants to make
his eldest son''s family to be taken advantage and get a bad reputation in order to protect his second
son''s family, then I..."
He paused for a moment and clenched his fingertips on the phone, and his tone became a little colder,
"I''d rather not have this elder."
"Mr. Malcolm!"
Beep-
Charles screamed in horror, and Malcolm hung up.
He coldly clicked on the phone screen and decisively pulled Charles'' number into the cklist. He
didn''t want to ept any sophistry and exnation.
The position had been made clear. He turned around and went to the cell.
Because of his frowning and cold face, he looked extremely aloof and the police officers passing by
were so frightened that they greeted him with trembling.
The cell door opened.
Ryan, sitting in the corner, was leisurely smoking.
Seeing Malcolming in, Ryan didn''t look up but continued to smoke on his own.
Because he didn''t even need to look up, he could feel the cold and brutal aura belonging to Malcolm,
which rushed towards him as the iron door of the cell opened.
He breathed out the smoke, and his tone was relieved a lot for a moment, "It seems you have already
found out the truth. You feel I am lying and frame him, and my father is covering up and condoning."
Malcolm didn''t speak, but walked towards Ryan and stood up straight.
Ryan snorted lightly, "Actually, no one is innocent in this ident. Although the ident was caused by
me, Rudolph, Albert, Charles who has served for more than thirty years, and even your auntie Alice
who likes you a lot, they are all helping me hide it. They are all aplices."
When he spoke, he watched Malcolm''s fists clenched with blue veins under the cuffs of uniform,
couldn''t help feeling better, and took two sharp puffs of cigarettes.
"Why do you think Alice leaves Crana for so many years and refuses toe back?"
"It''s because she feels guilty and dares note back to face you every day."
"The Whites knew I killed your parents, but you haven''t heard the slightest rumor for so many years. If I
hadn''t been involved in this matter, you might have been kept secret for the rest of your life."
"Malcolm , you were forced to lose your parents when you were a child. And all the rtives around
you who showed love for you all helped the murderer to hide it from you. Don''t you think you are very
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pathetic?"
The more he spoke, the more frantically heughed.
Malcolm''s ck eyes narrowed coldly, hiding the intent of killing him.
"Looks like the single room is sofortable for you that you''d better to be locked up with other
suspects until the oue of your trial for trying to murder the director of NIB."
Ryan snorted coldly and was disdainful. Malcolm''s revenge didn''t frighten an old fox like him.
Malcolm saw his reaction and sneered, "Do you think my sanctions against you are just revenge before
going to prison and torture after?"
Ryan''s hand which held the cigarette paused.
The smoke rose, and he slowly raised his cloudy eyes to Malcolm.
In the quiet environment, Malcolm spoke every word very clearly, "I will hold a family meeting. Expel
your name from the White family genealogy, and also remove your wife and son from. Ryan, your most
beloved son will never be able to return to the White Mansion in the future. How do you think he will be
able to live without the protection of the White family?"
Ryan grimaced and with his statement, even his cigarette-puffing fingers were stiff.
"You expelled my family from the White? Malcolm, do you really think the White family is yours to
decide?"
Malcolm said softly, "Then give it a try."
He turned away.
Ryan was unwilling and roared from behind, "I don''t believe it! Rudolph won''t allow you to be willful, let
alone reveal the truth of the car ident in public. He will never cut off the father-son rtionship with
me! Absolutely not!"
Malcolm didn''t look back but said coldly, " The old White has retired. And he can no longer be the head
of the White family in the future."
"Malcolm ! My dear nephew, don''t leave!"
At this point, Ryan began to panic.
He would be removed from the family, and without the protection of the White family, he would be sent
to prison and be a criminal.
What he had done would affect Travis in the future, and even affect Travis''s future children. With the
file of his father being a criminal, Travis will not be able to reach into the wealthy circle on his own.
Travis''s life would be ruined.
He would be a stain on his son''s future.
The more he thought about it, the more panic Ryan was. He didn''t expect Malcolm to be so heartless
this time.
He threw the unfinished cigarette, got up quickly from the ground, and chased after Malcolm, wanting
to discuss the terms again.
"Malcolm, listen to me. I was drunk to cause the car ident. I didn''t do it on purpose. I have been
guilty over the years. You can''t expel me from the White family, no!"
The iron door of the cell just closed, and he didn''t even touch Malcolm''s clothes.
"Malcolm!"
Apanied by Ryan''s ipetent rage, Malcolm was calm and left at a steady pace.
When he returned to the office, Lyra was already waiting for him at the door.
It seemed that he hadn''t been back for a long time, and Lyra was worried about him and stood at the
door waiting for him.
"How''s it going?" Lyra asked with concern when he got close.
Malcolm touched her soft face, and said in a calm tone, "It''s all taken care of. It will be over soon. I can
travel with you without any problems."
Seeing the ease on his face, Lyra didn''t let go of her worries.
"What are you going to do with Ryan?"
"Remove his name and registered residence in the family. He will be handed over to judicial judgment
and sent to prison for repentance."
Lyra took thest two punishments for granted.
But the first two were not necessary.
"After all, he is Grandpa''s biological son. Grandpa probably won''t agree to sever the father-son
rtionship with him. Besides, ording to everyone''s ount, Ryan drank a lot of alcohol at the time
of the incident and was in a state of drunk driving. Although he caused a serious car ident, it was
not premeditated. It would be very difficult for the White family to agree to remove him."
Malcolm remained calm, "It was Albert who was drunk. Ryan is good at drinking himself. He was able
to win Albert in a clear way while driving. He was pretending to be drunk."
He wanted to use an excuse to cover up the crime of the intentional murder.