Chapter 779 Discharge is a nightmare


    Just as he was about to clear his head and analyze the situation, Brad pulled into theb''s open-air


    parking lot, got out first, and opened the back seat door for Malcolm.


    "Boss, we''re at theb."


    Malcolm was forced to pull back, took the phone, and got out of the car. "Go back to the bureau," he


    said. "We haven''t caught Frank. Keep looking."


    "Understood."


    After seeing Malcolm off, Brad drove off.


    At night, theb was very quiet.


    Spencer''s room was the only light on the entire floor.


    Not wanting to keep the little ones waiting, Malcolm picked up the pace.


    As soon as he reached the door, the door was ajar and not fully closed. Malcolm was about to push it


    when he heard Molly crying and Spencer''s patient voice.


    "Spencer, I really miss mommy, really."


    Her voice was choked with sobs, sobbing pitifully.


    Instead of mocking her, Spencer patiently wiped her tears with a tissue. "Don''t cry. Your eyes are red


    from crying. Daddy will see you when he gets here."


    "But I can''t help it. I am worried about mommy, but I''m afraid I''ll mess it up."


    Spencer sighed, trying to reason with her, "You have to be a little more obedient. Sleep well at night.


    Don''t make a fuss. Let daddy find mommy in peace. I believe in daddy''s ability. He will definitely find


    mommy soon. Don''t cry anymore. If daddy sees this, he will definitely be sad too. We can''t affect him..."


    The cries in the ward soon subsided, intermittently.


    His fingers on the doorknob trembled uncontrobly. The tip of his nose turned sour. His eyes turned


    red uncontrobly.


    His two little kids knew that Lyra was missing, not going back to Lloyd''s Manor.


    Malcolm swallowed hard to suppress the bitter feeling. The more he tried to hold it in, the more his


    eyes became moist.


    Self-reproach, heartbreak were almost suffocating him.


    He didn''t want his mood to affect the kids, so he went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold


    water to ease the heart-wrenching feeling.


    After about five minutes, he looked at his watch again and then at himself in the mirror. Apart from the


    exhaustion that he could not hide, his emotions had been controlled very well.


    When he returned to the room, he pushed open the door and found that Spencer had put Molly to


    sleep.


    Under the dim yellowmp by the bedside table, the tears in Molly''s eyes were not obvious, but she


    gently sucked on her little finger, and her small eyebrows were slightly knitted together, looking very


    aggrieved.


    Spencer saw hime in, and immediately had a smile, "Daddy, you came very early today. The work


    of NIB waspleted?"


    "Yes, it''s almost done." Malcolm smiled as he sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked his little


    head lovingly. "Momo, why did you sleep so early tonight? What''s wrong?"


    "She eats a lot and is healthy. I put her to sleep because I didn''t like her noise."


    Malcolm rubbed his son''s face in pain.


    "By the way, I sent Uncle Jimmy away," Spencer said. "He always likes to talk about education. I got


    tired of it and kicked him out."


    "He did it for your own good..."


    Malcolm sighed softly, trying to exin something for Jimmy.


    Spencer didn''t like to hear it. He wrapped his arms around his body andy on his side on the pillow.


    His bright eyes stared at him. "I''m tired. Daddy, you must be tired too. Can you sleep with us first?"


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    "Okay, go to sleep."


    Malcolm let him hold his hand. With his tall body blocking the light from themp, he watched him


    sleep.


    After Spencer fell asleep, he took Spencer''s and Molly''s hair from their pillows and stored them in small


    bags.


    Although the woman in the hospital was known to be an impostor, after all, it was his judgment based


    on his familiarity with Lyra, and there was no evidence of that.


    With DNA identification, the fact can be firmly established.


    *


    The next day.


    Malcolm bought the kids a nice breakfast and apanied them to have it in theb before he went to


    the hospital.


    The officer at Lyra''s door reported to him aboutst night,


    "Last night, madam opened the door twice. The first time was to ask how long we would be guarding


    the door. The second time was in the middle of the night. She said that she couldn''t sleep and she


    didn''t have her phone. She wanted us to contact you for help. We knew that you would have to


    apany the children to rest at night, so we didn''t dare to disturb you."


    The policeman spoke with trepidation.


    He knew how protective Malcolm was to his wife. When she woke up in the middle of the night, they


    didn''t call Malcolm. Will they get punished?


    But Malcolm listened to their debrief without batting an eyelid. "Got it. Good work. Shift change. Get


    some rest."


    "Thank you, Mr. White."


    Malcolm opened the door, and a woman was sitting on a hospital bed eating breakfast brought from the


    hospital cafeteria.


    She ate the porridge and the steamed bun in disgust, and as soon as she saw Malcolm, she began to


    "Honey, you finally came! The food in this hospital is really not for people to eat. The steamed bun is


    hard. I almost feel sick to death."


    Malcolm''s eyes darkened as he walked over and pulled up a chair to sit by the bed.


    "This is the only way to eat in the hospital," he said. "You can eat whatever you want when you get


    out."


    The woman''s eyes lit up. She tilted her head and said coquettishly, "Can we leave the hospital today?


    You''re the best. I''m really fine now. Besides, I miss Momo and Spencer. Honey, can you take me to see


    them?"


    She cupped her chest coyly, feeling wronged. "I always feel empty when I can''t see the kids. Spencer


    and Momo haven''t seen me for many days. They must miss me very much, right?"


    She kept mentioning Spencer and Molly. Malcolm kept silent, thinking this was what Frank had set her


    up for.


    It took time to authenticate the results, and it took time to verify the woman''s identity.


    Malcolm calmly agreed, "Then I''ll call the doctor for a follow-up checkup. As soon as we''re sure there''s


    nothing serious, we''ll get out of here."


    "That''s great." The woman pushed the in porridge and steamed buns on the table away in disgust


    and continued to act coquettishly. "I want to eat the high-end breakfast from the five-star hotel next


    door. Honey, can you get someone to buy it?"


    "Well, you can eat whatever you want."


    Half an hourter.


    The doctor came to check on Lyra. The woman was sitting in her room, enjoying a five-star breakfast.


    She was eating slowly and enjoyably to maintain her elegance.


    Malcolm sat silently watching the tablet, doing his business.


    After the doctor examined her, as what Malcolm had told him to do, he said, "Mr. White, madam''s


    condition is not stable at the moment. Her blood sugar is very high, and she might experience nausea


    and vomiting. If it''s serious, she might even faint. We suggest that she be admitted to the hospital for


    observation for another day. If there are no problems with the follow-up tomorrow, she can be


    discharged in the afternoon."


    As he spoke, he wrote his diagnosis, asionally ncing at the woman who was eating.


    The doctor was secretlyining: eat so many cakes and sweets in breakfast. No wonder the blood


    sugar is high.


    Malcolm put the tablet away and said to the woman in a calm voice, "You heard him. Get some rest.


    You might be discharged tomorrow."


    His long eyshes gently covered his ck eyes, cold as hell.


    He just let her cherish thest two days of the opportunity to enjoy. When she was out of the hospital,


    he will let her know what a nightmare was.