The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 507 It's hard to die if you want to

Anthony: "Okay, I'll be quick and not make it difficult for you."

He turned around and went inside the secret interrogation room again.

Guided by two soldiers, they walked through the long corridor to the door where Shane was being held.

The iron door was opened. The first thing that came into view was red color. Shane was covered in

blood, pale, and dripping with cold sweat. His hands were hanging backwards to an iron hook on the

roof. This was the National Investigation Bureau's usual means of torment.

He had known Shane for so long. Shane always looked proud to be unbeatable. It was the first time for

Anthony to see him be miserable in this way.

To say he was not happy was a lie.

After all, Anthony never felt like he, himself was a good guy.

Hearing the sound of clear footsteps, Shane lifted his eyes with difficulty and snorted softly with his

weak voice, "I guessed you'd come. Anthony, did you think you'd won?"

Anthony laughed and did not hide his feelings, "It's rare to see you suffer. How can I not see it with my

own eyes? But I haven't won yet, you've lost first."

Shane's eyes looked weak, which gradually became sharp, glancing at him coldly.

"You can be proud of yourself. You're not the only candidate. Timothy is a bit of a coward, but if the

patriarch position of Callahan family is to give you, the illegitimate son, he will stand out."

Anthony did not care much but tried to remember how miserable he was now little by little.

"When I was seven, because you and I both liked some certain food, Caitlin thought I was stealing

yours and deliberately knocked over the soup and spilled it on my arm."

"When I was eight years old, because I took one of your pens, while dad was away, Caitlin hit my

palms for fifty times. My palm was swollen and I could not hold a pen for three days."

"When I was twelve, I came to you to borrow one of your ponies to play with Rara. Caitlin falsely

accused me of stealing your horse. You didn't stand up for me to clear it up, so I ended up being

dragged to the hall and smacked for a hundred times by the cane. I was so painful that I couldn't walk

for seven days."

Shane listened quietly, looking at him inexplicably askance.

Being ironic, he continued, "After dad died, you, the elder brother and I vied for power. You took

advantage of big brother's economic mistake, sent him to jail, and deliberately let some people torture

him, causing him to commit suicide after mental problems. You used his position to transfer me away.

When I returned, you seizes a small mistake, pulled me to the hall to beat me."

"And not long ago, because of the penthouse key, you once again beat me and broke two canes."

"Shane, you should remember all of these things."

He said lightly. His fingers reached for Shane's chest, where there were wounds caused by canes, and

touched his wounds.

Shane frowned at the pain, easing the pain before snorting in mockery, "You really do bear these

grudges. They're all trivial but you can remember them so clearly." NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

"Because this is no trivial matter to me. Caitlin only bullied me when I was a child. And you oppressed

me with her for so many years. Now that she's dead. It's finally my turn to get a little revenge on the

son she loved the most."

Shane narrowed his eyes, and was keen to hear a hint of ill will in his words.

"What do you want to do?"

Anthony was smiling in an evil and ruthless way as always, "I heard you are bent on death. You want to

be shot and refuse to say anything?"

Shane didn't say anything but stared at him.

His smile was even more ruthless, and he deliberately leaned close to Shane's ear and said in a very

low voice, "I want you to find it difficult to die, to suffer as much as the big brother did. And then, to go

crazy. It must be very enjoyable."

"You bastard!"

He ignored Shane's gnashing of teeth and laughed with reckless frenzy. His good-looking and blue

eyes were morbid to the extreme.

*

As Chad finished his second cigarette, Anthony came out with eyes downcast and seemingly in a bad

mood.

"What's wrong with you? He's all hung up. You can't even get bullied by him, can you?" asked Chad.

Anthony sighed, "Nothing, just a bit emotional. I never thought Shane is such a person, cruelly hurting

his own mother in order to set me up."

Chad extinguished his cigarette and nodded approvingly, "In this world, there are too beasts in human

faces. To know whether they are human or beasts, we have to peel away the hypocritical skins."

"Hmm." Anthony responded and walked ahead, leaving the interrogation room, "Come on. Back to the

bureau to do the paperwork. Finally, I'll get a good sleep back at the Callahan Residence tonight."

Chad leisurely followed him, "Indeed you can sleep well tonight. If I keep going out early and coming

back at dusk, my girl can make a lot of noise."

Anthony laughed, "You're in love?"

"No, I just raise a kid. After all, she's so much younger than me. I'll wait for her."

From Chad's words, it seemed he wanted to be in love.

Anthony: "That sounds good. You've been a bachelor for so many years and witnessed public display

of affection from Malcolm and Rara. Finally, you have the intention of getting into a serious

relationship."

Chad looked at him oddly, "I've at least raised a girl at home now. You're the bachelor. When are you

going to have a relationship?"

He didn't say anything but got into the car with a sullen look.

Chad followed him in the car and continued to say relentlessly, "Seriously, hurry to find a girlfriend for

yourself. You are always single, and show up in front of Lyra. Even if my brother is not panicked, I will

be panicked for him!"

"You must behave yourself. Don't make some mess again. Isn't good to be friends?"

Anthony felt a little bit annoyed by him that his ears hurt, "I have my eyes on that young girl you're

keeping at home. When do you introduce her to me? Then I'll be in a relationship quickly. "

"Anthony Callahan!"

Chad's pitch was high and he nearly went ballistic.

"Dare to rob my people? You have not experienced the beating for a long time. Do you miss it?"

Anthony held back his laughter and the atmosphere in the car was harmonious.

*

These days, Melissa had been in the lab for treatment.

Since knowing the drug that was injected, Jimmy had been able to prescribe basically the right

medication.

With the continuous treatment, Melissa's mental state was significantly better and she would

occasionally say thank you to Keith, who had worked so hard to take care of her.

At lunchtime, Lyra came over to visit them.

Keith was lying on a small bed next to her, intending to take a nap while Melissa was also napping.

Lyra entered gingerly, sat on the edge of Melissa's bed, and watched her quietly for a moment.

It was obvious that she was such a kind and simple girl. Why she had to go through this torture?

Moreover, it was her own brother who made all this.

Shane was really inhuman.

Her breath froze. The more she thought about it, the more upset she got with the intention of leaving

quietly.

A pair of weak hands held her palm behind.

She turned around in surprise and saw that Melissa had woken up and was staring at her. Her eyes

were tearful and she seemed to be moved.

"Melissa?"

Melissa restrained herself from sobbing and said seriously, "Lyra, don't treat me anymore. Forget about

it if I can't be cured. You're not from the orphanage anymore after all. You're spending so much money

just for my illness. Your husband's family will be unhappy and will make things difficult for you if they

know."

Lyra was confused.

Keith slept lightly and woke up.

He heard Melissa these words. He and Lyra looked at each other perplexingly.