The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 531 Concussion and bleeding; almost collapse

The police officer was stunned and subconsciously glanced at Nil.

How dare he suspect Paul Hoare who was the Count of Owhil and VIP as Nil?

He did not dare to say anything, did not dare to ask anything, but silently wrote down his words.

Nil had little expression, as if he had guessed this would happen as early as when Lyra kept asking

about Paul.

The police continued, "As for your key suspect, we will definitely investigate thoroughly, but we still

hope you can explain why you suspect Mr. Hoare?"

Malcolm's tone was cold, "His relationship with me is already not good. Yesterday, we were shopping,

and happened to meet him and Anne Windsor. He questioned my wife's cooperation with Duowiehl

Group's project and asked Rara to give up the cooperation to him."

"He was rejected by me, and I ridiculed him twice. A cornered beast will do something desperate to put

me and my wife to death."

The police officer steadily recorded his every word.

"Yes, I will inform the director of your suspicions truthfully and launch an investigation."

Nil had been listening silently.

Until the police left, he said, "I have an understanding of Paul's nature. He won't make such a bad

behavior for such a little stuff. Perhaps ... there is some kind of misunderstanding?"

Malcolm face did not change, "He may not, but there is no guarantee that someone instigated him. You

said, he truly likes his new girlfriend. It's reasonable if he is used. But these are only my speculation

and suspicion, everything must wait for the investigation clearly. See the exact evidence to make a

decision."

Nil nodded in recognition of his second half of the sentence, and added, "You and Ms. Lloyd maybe

don't leave these two days. Wait for the matter to be investigated this time, so as to avoid that person

behind the curtain to strike again. For the hotel, I will send additional staff to secretly protect you."

"Great."

Malcolm had no reason to refuse, and at this juncture, they really couldn't leave.

However, Rara was injured and still had to return home as soon as possible so Jimmy could check it

out.

Thinking of this, he added, "I be resolved as soon as possible, without delay."

Nil: "Don't worry about this. I will put all my efforts into this matter recently and keep an eye on the

police department to get results as soon as possible."

Malcolm carefully picked up the sleeping Lyra and planed to take her back to the hotel to rest.

Before leaving, he remembered something and urged Nil, "For the attack on Rara and me, keep it quiet

for the time being. No international press release. Otherwise it will easily cause a big chaos in the

diplomacy of the two countries. The cost is clear to you all."

"That's for sure. Even if you don't say it, I'll suppress the news."

Malcolm said nothing more and left the police department without looking back, carrying Lyra in his

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To avoid further danger on their way back, Nil sent an armed car from the police station to take them

back.

It also came with a few police officers accompanying the protection.

After all, there were not a few stupid who dared to crash a police car.

Arriving safely at the hotel's presidential suite, the police officers helped Malcolm carry his suitcase in

an orderly manner.

When he entered the room, the police officers stood guard outside the door.

The officers, who was in black police uniforms, had no facial expressions, like a statue which could

make people panic.

Malcolm placed Lyra on the bed, opened the door and instructed them, "The door does not need to be

guarded. You are too conspicuous here. If passers-by see this, it's easy to scare them. You can hide

downstairs. Leave a leader's phone number to me. I will directly instruct you to come up."

"Okay."

One of the officers stepped forward, left the phone number with Malcolm, and left with a group of

officers.

Peace soon returned to the corridor.

Malcolm closed and locked the door and reentered the bed.

Looking at Lyra in her sleep, thinking about the gunshot wound in her arm and the stick wound in the

back of her head, he blamed himself.

He sat by the bedside, keeping company for two hours.

At lunchtime, Malcolm ordered a few light but delicate dishes and had the hotel's five-star chef make

them and send them over.

Midway through this, Lyra remained asleep and did not wake up.

By the time Malcolm had set the table, she was still sleeping heavily and showed no sign of waking up.

He sat on the edge of the bed again and called her gently, "Honey, it's time to eat. After such an

incident in the morning, you've spent a lot of energy. You've been hungry for a long time, right?"

"Rara?"

Two more times in a row, his wife, who was on the bed did not respond.

Malcolm sensed something was wrong and probed her nostrils with a shaking hand.

There was air and it was still smooth.

"Wake up. Don't sleep."

His hand ran through the hair at the back of her head, trying to pick her up, but his fingers were sticky

to the touch.

With a bad omen inside, he shook his hand away from the back of Lyra's head.

He looked down.

There was a little blood on the fingertips.

The back of her head was bleeding, which was no longer the extent of a minor injury.

He immediately called the police officers hidden in the hotel left behind, "Rara is in bad shape. Call an

ambulance to come over immediately."

Hanging up the phone, he hugged Lyra and ran wildly downstairs.

Seeing her no sign of waking up, his heart ached like a twinge and his tears fell down uncontrollably. It

was his first time crying very sad.

"Rara, nothing can happen to you! Absolutely not! Otherwise I will never forgive myself in my life ..."

His eyes were frighteningly red. He was always calm but he was helpless and frightened like a child

now.

More than 10 minutes later.

Lyra was admitted to Atria's largest hospital and wheeled into the emergency room.

Malcolm sat uncomfortably outside. Looking at the blood that had dried on his fingertips, his whole

body trembled.

The attack on the highway kept replaying in front of his eyes.

That gunshot.

That heavy stick struck the back of the head where there were the most nerves.

That was more like an iron cone, stabbing heavily at his heart and hurting him.

His black eyes gradually were flooded with ruthlessness, anger, and tyranny.

In a fit of rage, he called Nil and yelled at him for the first time, "Rara is bleeding from the back of her

head. I don't care what you do. You have to find the man who hit Rara today. I want him to die!

It was the first time for Nil that he heard him on the verge of an emotional outburst, and without

hesitation, he immediately stepped up.

Waiting in front of the emergency room, every minute that passed was desperate.

Malcolm suffered without eating or drinking until three hours later, the red light overhead in the

emergency room went dark.

He immediately got up and saw a nurse pushing out Lyra, who was not awake. He held Lyra's hand

tightly and followed along into the general ward.

The doctor said in a smooth tone, "Don't worry. For now, there is no particularly serious problem. The

coma is caused by concussion. The bleeding is only superficial, and the film taken shows that there is

no bruising inside the skull."

Malcolm breathed an inaudible sigh of relief.

However, that breath was not completely over, but the doctor added, "However, her coma is monitored

at any time. If she still can not wake up more than 24 hours, she has to send to the emergency room to

try to force awakening."

"In addition, there may be retrograde amnesia after waking up, perhaps transient and recovering

quickly. Or perhaps she may not be able to remember for the rest of her life, so you should be

prepared."

This thunderous news made Malcolm's whole heart feel as if it had plunged into the abyss, and even

his breathing had to stop.

His voice shook slightly, "You mean, Rara, there's a chance she could lose her memory? There's a

chance she could forget me, or forget everything?"

The doctor nodded solemnly, "Yes."

The two were exchanging words right by the bedside, not noticing in the slightest the person in the

hospital bed surreptitiously waking up.