The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 525 The harmonious family of four

Anthony, who was on the other end of the phone, noticed that her mood was not right, smiled gently

and coaxed, "Rara, don't worry. Spencer and Momo are very good. Spencer has finished his injection

and didn't cry. Momo seems to be a little bit timid, but I hold her and she's quiet."

Lyra looked at Momo's aggrieved expression, and her heart ached like a twinge. She endured it before

saying, "Thanks."

"No problem."

Anthony laughed and his blue eyes looked fascinated.

These bright blue eyes only glowed with a shimmer when they saw Lyra.

Malcolm watched the interaction between the two.

The heart abruptly had a dull pain. He suppressed the sour feeling on his nose and silently went to the

side to pack suitcases.

Lyra didn't pay much attention to Anthony at all and was preoccupied with the babies.

In the video, the doctor had prepared the syringe, hidden the needle and coaxed Momo.

But Momo was very resourceful and seemed to have guessed that she was going to be given a shot.

Her nose was wrinkling as she stared at the doctor like he was a bad guy.

Lyra held back the pain, smiling and coaxing, "Momo baby is good. Mommy and daddy will be back

tomorrow. The doctor uncle is very gentle. No pain."

Anthony pointed to Lyra in the screen and coaxed as well, "Momo, be good. Mommy is watching you.

And your godfather will always be with you."

Momo seemed to really sense the presence of her mother. Because of the fever, her long eyelashes

were gently trembling. Her little fat hand scratched the screen for a few times.

The doctor saw that her attention was diverted and took the opportunity to give her a shot in her little

arm and push the medicine quickly.

Momo, who felt the pain as an afterthought, frowned and burst into tears.

But instead of wailing, it was a small and aggrieved sobbing.

The tears were falling, and the eyelashes were also wet with water droplets. She felt pitiful but looked

cute.

"Momo, be good. Mommy's here."

Lyra saw the baby suffering and felt heartbroken. She had not been sad for a long time. In front of the

camera, she held back the tears

On the other side of the video call, Anthony was also helping to coax the baby, "Your godfather helps

you blow away the pain. No pain, no pain."

Momo cried for a while. Perhaps because she was sick and uncomfortable, she nuzzled into Anthony's

arms and fell asleep in no time.

Anthony moved down his phone to show that Chad was holding Spencer.

Chad's arms and legs were a little clumsy. Spencer was asleep, and he was completely stiff. And he

was afraid to move his body.

Being watched by Lyra, he smiled to make Lyra feel relieved.

Anthony moved back the camera to his face and comforted her gently, "Rara, don't be sad. Your babies

are still small. Cold and fever is the most normal thing. They ate fever medicine, and got injections. I

guess tomorrow they will be fine. If you are busy, there is no need to rush back. I will put down the work

at hand, and dedicated to look after the babies. I ensure it won't happen again."

"Thank you, really. I'll treat you to dinner when we return home."

Anthony laughed: "Okay, I've been looking forward to this for a long time. I'll make a note of it. I'll be

sure to find you when you get back to keep your promise."

Lyra nodded her head.

The video call was off.

The tears in her eyes could no longer be held back. She sat alone on the edge of the bed, felt sad, and

shed tears.

Only she knew how exhausting it was to be pregnant.

When she was in European Swye, she had to find a way to get the super virus, and she had to fight to

keep the babies. She had a hard time sleeping all night long. When she was only six and a half weeks

pregnant with the babies, she had a strong pregnancy reaction.

Finally, she went back home from European Swye, and then the Lloyd family had a bunch of bad things

happening. And she almost had a nervous breakdown for several times.

She suffered so much to give birth to two babies who were the faith she held on to during that time.

At this moment, looking at Momo's pitiful look because of the fever, her heart really hurt, as if she felt NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

the pain and blamed herself.

She was silent and hurtful for a moment, and Malcolm sighed and crouched down to her feet, placing

his hands tentatively on her knees in a apology.

"I'm sorry. It's all my negligence. It's my bad. Rara if you're still angry, just keep beating me to vent off.

Don't be sad."

Lyra didn't say anything, with her eyelashes drooping and not looking at him.

Malcolm brought a tissue from the bedside table and carefully wiped away her tears.

After the uncomfortable moment, Lyra looked more relaxed and did not want to hit him.

Malcolm wiped her tears and suddenly thought of last night's agreement to help Rara buy a little dress

tomorrow. Then he asked gently, "Honey, do we really have to go back home early tomorrow morning?

Last night we agreed to go shopping tomorrow ..."

Lyra gave him an incredulous glare, "Our babies are sick and you're thinking of going to shopping?"

She couldn't understand what was going on in his head and just found it incomprehensible, "If you don't

want to go back, I'll go back first and you can play in Atria for a few days."

Malcolm frowned, "You actually want to go back alone and leave me at Atria?Why? Are you going back

to take care of the babies with Anthony?"

Thinking of Anthony's warm words on the video call with Lyra just now, he smiled to himself, "You really

do look like a harmonious family of four."

Seemingly unwilling, he clutched Lyra's arm and his eyes turned red, "Rara, then who am I?"

Lyra stared at him in shock, "You're the one who doesn't want to go back. Why do you think I want to

go back and be with Anthony as a family of four? Malcolm, I'm your wife. Do you think it hurts to say

that?"

Noticing the hurt in Lyra's eyes, he realized that Lyra would be in a bad mood and jealousy would be

inappropriate.

"I said the wrong thing. I didn't mean anything else. Don't take it seriously."

Lyra sighed and wasn't going to dwell on the topic, saying in a serious tone, "Mel, you don't

understand. There are too many dangers for the children of a wealthy family. I suffered a lot as a child

myself, so I'm really afraid something will happen to the babies."

This was her permanent psychological disorder.

Nowadays, the Lloyd family and the White family were united and were at the top of the Crana rich list.

How many people were watching? There were inevitably many competitors in the business arena.

She was afraid that someone would make the babies suffer the same pain she experienced when she

was living in Frayton orphanage.

Malcolm stayed in a crouched position on one knee and raised his hand to stroke her cheek, "Yes, I

know. I'll try to keep in step with you from now on, okay?"

Lyra nodded her head and a light smile finally surfaced on her face after a cold night.

Malcolm glanced at the iron hanger on the floor and asked in a weak voice, "Are you still beating me?"

Lyra had almost forgotten about it and stared at him inexplicably, asking, "You still want to take it?"

Malcolm shook his head. His brows furrowed and his head was resting on her knee, "I don't want to.

I'm still sore from the three strokes I just received."

Lyra sighed, "Get on the bed and take your pants off. I'll check."

Malcolm dutifully got up. They were married, so there was nothing to squirm about.

He slid his suit pants down to the crook of his knees and lazily flopped onto the bed.

The skin was fair and firm, only the base of the thigh had a wound, which was purplish red.

Lyra pressed his injury, which was a little swollen and flushed with a slight purple spot.

Three strokes hurt him like this. When she beat him, she simply didn't control her force.

It'd been a long time since she'd not beaten Malcolm up like this. What was wrong with her tonight?

How could she be so angry?

"Honey, do you remember the time I bit you and bled you before because of the orange?"

"Yes." Malcolm heard something wrong in her tone and turned around to ask, "What's wrong?"

Her expression was grim, "I find that I still have trouble controlling my emotions."

Tonight, she actually couldn't bear to beat him, but at that moment it seemed like she couldn't control

herself at all and just wanted to vent her anger.

Why was that?

Was she ... sick?