The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 524 Babies' fever; Malcolm is beaten

High fever?

Lyra gasped and her expression instantly turned grave. And then she turned her head to go out, "Buy a

ticket immediately and go back to our country."

"Honey, take it easy for a minute."

Malcolm took her wrist and said methodically, "It's late at night over in Crana. There's no private plane

that can be transferred this time, so there's not always a flight back home at night. Even if there is, the

plane will take more than 20 hours to get there."

Lyra gave him a cold look, "So you're just going to sit there and wait? Malcolm, you're really not worried

when our babies get feverish and sick because we're not around?"

She shook off his hand and walked outside the venue.

Malcolm let out a long sigh and rushed to catch up, "I was wrong this time. Our babies are sick and I

was in a hurry, but it is really too far for us to go back. So I have already called Anthony to let him know,

and have Chad go to the medical team of White family to call in the pediatrician. "

He walked side by side with Lyra and continued to explain, "Anthony promises he would watch the

babies and keep them on fever medicine and shots, so don't worry about it."

Lyra did not speak but walked forward with looking back. Her cold face indicated that she was in a bad

mood at this time, which was a warning sign of an impending storm.

Malcolm swallowed hard and followed her very deliberately, thinking the words of explanation.

"Honey, our babies are still small. Growing up is always stumbling. A fever, a little sickness is normal

..."

Lyra stopped dead in her tracks, turned around resentfully and gave him a cold look.

Malcolm, as if feeling the scary stare, meekly closed his mouth and followed her without a word.

The journey back to the hotel was without words.

Lyra spent the entire time looking at her phone and choosing her ticket.

The evening flight back to Crana was sold out, so she had to take the earliest flight back tomorrow. By

the time they got to Crana, it was early morning.

Thinking about how difficult it must be for babies to have a high fever at such an early age, she felt very

digressed but she just could not immediately fly back to guard the two babies.

Once in her room, Lyra began packing.

She bought the earliest ticket for tomorrow at six.

It was too late to pack up after getting up, so she had to pick up the unwanted items now to save time

the next day.

The presidential suite was filled with an oppressive aura.

Malcolm stood quietly for a while. Seeing that she completely ignored him, he couldn't help but feel

distressed as well.

He stepped forward and consciously helped Lyra pack her bags together.

But as soon as he came to squat and pack her suitcase, Lyra turned around and left.

"Rara?"

"Babe..."

No one paid any attention to him.

He felt suffocating to death.

On the plane to Atria, Lyra said that if anything happened to the babies, he would not be spared.

However, he would rather she beat him hard a few times, venting a little anger in the heart. No cold

violence. And don't ignore him.

When thinking melancholy, he heard the sound of footsteps in flip-flops from far and near.

He looked up and Lyra found a hanger from somewhere, which looked horribly appalling.

"Babe!"

Malcolm got up and scrambled backwards, swallowing hard over and over again.

Lyra came towards him with a weapon in her hand, which was overwhelming.

She kept cornering him.

His tall and broad back looked weak and helpless at this time.

"We can have a talk. You can't beat me. This hanger in your hand is iron. Do you really want to break

my legs?"

The other end of hanger was pressed deadly against his chest in a threatening manner.

"Malcolm, is this how you admit fault?"

"I ..."

He was speechless and half raised his hands in a surrender, "Yes, I was wrong."

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Malcolm thought about it for a long time and didn't answer.

Lyra's eyes were flooded with water. She was staring at him with disappointment and disbelief, "If you

had been good and stayed home with the babies and not sneaked over, Spencer and Momo wouldn't

have been taken by Keira and Sophia to play in the garden. And they wouldn't have had the fever. It

was completely avoidable."

"Malcolm, we're adults. To have a fever is very uncomfortable, let alone they're small babies. Because

of your mistakes and being capricious, our babies are sick and suffering. Are you feeling bad?"

Malcolm couldn't argue with that.

He did make a mistake about the babies being sick.

He was heartbroken when he caused the babies to get sick and Lyra had a hard time with them.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thoughtful enough. I accept the punishment."

Being resigned, he walked over to the desk next to him, bent down and propped his elbows on the

desk.

Lyra swung the iron hanger and dropped it heavily.

Snap.

The rattling was dull.

It was draw at the hip-leg junction of the suit pants.

Malcolm hissed softly and clenched his fists, holding back the pain without saying a word.

Snap.

Two more strokes in quick succession were still in the same position.

"Ah hiss ..."

The skin at the base of the thigh was the weakest so it was the most painful with continuous blow.

It hurt like hell.

Malcolm's body trembled slightly and he turned back pitifully, "It hurts ... do you really want to break my

leg?"

Lyra's waving hand stopped and she stared at him without speaking.

She did not deny, but also not affirm. Apparently, she was still heartbroken.

Malcolm took the opportunity to beg for mercy, "Honey, this leg of mine is very important. It's better to

save it to make amends for my fault by good deeds, okay?"

Lyra stared at him seriously, "Don't make a joke. What did I warn you on the plane? Even if you really

took my words into account, you wouldn't have caused Spencer and Momo to have a fever."

Lyra continued to accuse, "Our babies are suffering from fever. I feel heartache. I think you are the

most heartless one. Do you think you behave like a father?"

Malcolm argued when he paled, "I'm having a hard time too. I'm not only heartbroken for the babies,

but also for you."

"It's all the trouble you made. You should take all the responsibility. The pain can let you seriously

reflect on it."

Was it okay?

It was true that his wife always had a reason to fix him.

"Okay, it's my fault, and a broken leg is warranted."

Being depressed, he re-braced himself and waited for the pain again.

Lyra tightened the hanger in her hand and didn't continue beating him.

She couldn't bear to break Malcolm's leg, and she felt it would hurt too much to make him bleed.

She couldn't let go of it, and was holding the hanger for a while, feeling it difficult.

But just now she had said those harsh words ...

She was torn when her phone suddenly rang.

It was Anthony who made a video call.

It looked like there should be an update on the babies.

Lyra immediately threw the hanger, turned to get the phone on the bed, and decisively connected the

video call.

Malcolm let out a breath, quietly rubbed the injury, and followed to the bedside.

The video was connected. She saw Anthony's handsome face. His pajama collar was loose, slightly

revealing the delicate collarbone.

Malcolm frowned and was angry.

Lyra didn't pay attention to him but the screen and asked Anthony, "How are the babies doing?"

Anthony's phone camera was pulled away to show Momo being held in his lap. Her cheeks flushed

from the fever.

The pediatrician of medical team of White family had arrived and was preparing for the injection.

Momo seemed to know that the injection was needed. She grimaced and her tears seemed to flood the

eyes, which was aggrieved.

Seeing the baby's pitiful appearance, Lyra's eyes were red.