The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 1005 My wife is my treasure

Chapter 1005 My wife is my treasure

Anthony's face froze.

The atmosphere in the ward became colder.

Mavis drank more than half a bowl of nutritional soup. Seeing Anthony handing over another spoonful

of soup, she looked away. "I'm full. I don't want to eat."

Anthony didn't persuade, and was ready to go out with the soup bowl.

Mavis called him. "I want to see Ella. I feel uncomfortable in the ward, can I?"

He stopped, but didn't look back, and didn't agree. "I'll consider whether to let you go out of the hospital

when your body recovers better, and then you can see Ella anytime you want."

"Consider" was an uncertain factor, but there was such a possibility.

Mavis deeply felt that Anthony just gave her a false hope and put her in prison, keeping her under strict

supervision.

This feeling was very depressing. If she really waited until after giving birth, she may be driven crazy.

She had to find a way to save herself and get out of here.

She couldn't always be passive. She had to hit Anthony back once.

The desire to resist became more and more intense in her heart, and she pinched the quilt tightly with

both hands, forcing herself to calm down.

...

After leaving the hospital, Lyra had been in the building of Lloyd's International Branch for the past few

days. The small accident last time had almost been handled well, and the charges that should be filed

had been made, and the people that should be sent to the police station had been sent there.

It seemed that the high-level shareholders had been alerted and they had been quieter recently.

At weekend, Lyra and Malcolm went to school to pick up Spencer, and took him to the militarized

management school to visit Molly.

Only after more than half a month, Molly lost a lot of immaturity, and suddenly seemed to become a lot

more sensible.

When Lyra and Malcolm arrived, they happened to catch up with the school's wrestling match.

The match was unisex, and the one who can stand at the end was the champion.

At this moment, there were children standing around the sandy ground, all cheering.

Lyra and Malcolm took Spencer by the hand, and when they arrived, they saw Molly's small figure in

the racing sand.

Opposite her was a much taller, chubby little boy.

From the physical point of view, Molly was particularly petite, not dominant.

But more than half of the children at the scene were almost cheering for Molly. Obviously, Molly had

only been here for half a month but had become the stunner of this school. She always had a way to

get along well among the children.

Lyra sighed and was pleasantly surprised.

She had a social butterfly daughter who was so similar to her when she was a child.

"Come on, Molly!"

"Molly, take him down!"

The children shouted one after another.

Molly, who was in the sand, was encouraged. She rushed forward with a brisk stride, used Taekwondo

movements, and easily did a shoulder throw, bringing down the fat little boy opposite.

The teacher who acted as the referee silently stepped forward to count the time.

Within five seconds, the little fat boy failed to get up, sat on the ground in frustration and cried loudly.

Molly made a face at him, sticking out her tongue in a playful way. "You're a man but cry after losing the

game. Are you ashamed?"

The little fat boy was even more saddened by her ridicule, and cried harder.

The teacher immediately went into the sand, carried up the boy, and took him to the side to comfort

him.

The next kid went into the sand and soon started another round of wrestling with Molly.

Lyra and Malcolm watched silently from the periphery of the crowd, and could feel that their little girl

was very adaptable after studying in this kind of military-style school.

It was comforting.

In addition to them, Spencer also watched his sister's wrestling match attentively.

He had been weak since he was a child, and he can fall down when pushed by others. He'll never be

able to participate in this kind of large-scale sports competition that consumed energy.

Although Malcolm was watching the game, he glanced at his son out of the corner of the eye. Noticing

a trace of longing in Spencer's eyes, he slowly squatted down and looked at Spencer.

"Do you also want to participate in this kind of interesting competition?"

Spencer shook his head and snorted softly, very arrogantly, "I don't want to. It's so violent. My body will

be covered with sand. It's so dirty. I still prefer brain games."

Malcolm couldn't help laughing, rubbed his little head, and hugged him with bent arms so that he could

watch his sister's game clearly.

After half an hour, the wrestling match finally ended.

Molly only took second place and looked very unhappy.

But she soon saw Lyra, Malcolm and Spencer in the crowd, and smiled again, "Daddy, mother, brother!

I miss you so much~"

She couldn't see Lyra, Malcolm and Spencer for more than half a month, and couldn't eat and sleep

well. Seeing them suddenly, she was so happy that she forgot she was on the prize-awarding platform

and ran towards Lyra.

When her baby girl came over, Lyra squatted down and hugged her.

"Mommy, I miss you so much~"

Lyra stroked the little girl's furry head, and said softly, "We miss you very much, too."

When the other children saw Molly meeting her parents, they showed envious expressions.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, the teachers organized the children to return to the classroom one after

another, and invited Lyra, Malcolm and the two kids to the meeting room of the school alone.

It was quiet there, perfect for chatting.

On the way to the meeting room, Molly clung to Lyra's arms, wanting to be hugged. Moaning and

yelling that she was tired, she refused to walk on the ground by herself.

When she saw her parents, she was like a clingy person, completely different from the sassy and

mature little girl in the competition just now.

Spencer complained unceremoniously. "Molly, you're covered in sand and stain mommy's clothes."

Molly let go of her arms and looked at her mother's neck.

It did get dirt on her.

She didn't have time to say anything. A tall figure came over, forcibly took her away, hugged her to the

ground and let her walk by herself.

"My wife specially wore new clothes today. Be careful. You're six years old. It's time to walk properly."

As Malcolm said, he took out a tissue and carefully cleaned up the sand on Lyra's body.

When he found that Lyra's neck was a little red, he felt distressed, "Are you a little allergic to sand? It's

all red."

Lyra felt it warm, and suppressed a smile. "Momo hasn't seen me for a long time. She just held me too

tightly."

When Malcolm heard this, he turned around and accused their baby girl who was still angry. "Be

careful. Don't hurt my wife again."

Molly put her hands on her hips."Daddy, you're too much. Your wife is a like treasure, and your

daughter is like nothing."

She snorted heavily, and said generously, "But it's okay. I know you're just like this. I'll let you go."

Being reprimanded by their daughter, Malcolm was not angry at all, but concentrated on helping Lyra

clean up the sand on her body.

The teacher followed behind. Seeing the extremely harmonious and happy family atmosphere, she was

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After entering the meeting room, Molly immediately practiced a set of military boxing.

Her fists were so cute when she waved them.

Lyra thought she was so cute by her serious appearance.

After finishing a set of military boxing, Molly happily ran over to ask for praise. "How about it, Mommy?

I'll continue to learn martial arts in the future, and beat Daddy to the ground!"

Lyra was surprised to hear that. "Then, Momo, you have to work harder. Your daddy is Crana's one of

the best. Whether it's fighting or shooting, he has few opponents."