The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 532 Rara has a first love?

Lyra, who was dazed, vaguely heard the doctor and Malcolm's conversation clearly.

Intermittent amnesia?

Clichéd memory loss?

When she was 15 years old, Ethel injected a nerve-destroying drug into her neck and pushed her into

the sea.

She had already lost her memory once.

The wound on her head was so easy to make her lose memory.

The doctor didn't tell the whole result at a time and liked to exaggerate this just to scare him.

Why was it the same as Micah? Did doctors like to intimidate their patients' families?

She sighed helplessly. Her eyelids were too heavy to lift. The injury at the back of her head was still

faintly painful, and she felt tired and dizzy

Lyra didn't make a sound and continued to rest with her eyes closed.

When the doctor left, the ward returned to silence.

Malcolm clutched her hand so tightly she could visibly feel he was trembling.

And he shook quite a lot.

Within two minutes, very soft sobs came and droplets of water dripped down onto the back of her hand.

Malcolm was crying?

She was baffled. She was still breathing. How was it like she was dead?

As the hot teardrops continued to fall onto the back of her hand, her heart felt as if it was being burned,

followed by a vague pain.

She broke the bonds of exhaustion and half-squinted her eyes open to look at Malcolm who sat at the

head of the bed.

Malcolm's eyes were red. His dark eyes looked sad and mournful, and his handsome face was covered

with tears, which were desperate to the extreme.

It was the first time she had seen his expression of near collapse.

She moved her fingers in a weak manner, and Malcolm immediately sensed it and raised his eyes to

her.

"Rara, you're awake. Is there anything else wrong? I'm going to call the doctor."

He made a move to get up, but Lyra held his hand back.

Lyra looked weak and tried to say, "... you?" Why was he crying so hard?

Her body was so weak that her complete sentence was reduced to one word.

Malcolm stared at her in shock for half a second, keenly seeing the questioning meaning in her eyes.

He had no time to be surprised but fell back into deeper despair.

His tears fell down uncontrollably. He dropped his head, laid his forehead on the back of her hand, and

whimpered.

"You really...lost your memory. How can you forget me. How can ..."

Lyra: "?"

"We got through all the hard times we had. We have two cute little babies. How can you forget ..."

She looked helplessly at the man in front of her, who had always been calm and unruffled. He could

actually crouch at the side of her bed crying. He was tall but he curled himself up and looked short

His crying was pathetic and desperate.

It was the first time she had seen Malcolm who lost control like this, and she really scared him.

She sighed and toughened herself to coax him, "Don't cry. I didn't, didn't lose my memory."

At the sound of her voice, Malcolm lifted his sad eyes, still holding doubts inside.

He sniffled, wiped his reddened eyes, and asked, "And who am I?"

Lyra laughed, "My husband."

"What's my name?"

"Malcolm White."

To reassure him, Lyra answered quickly, not daring to hesitate for a moment.

Malcolm's doubt was reduced a bit and he gradually calmed himself down.

He went on to ask, "And what is the name of the baby boy we have?"

"Spencer White."

"The baby girl?"

"Molly Lloyd."

Malcolm took a breath and quickly followed up with a test, "So who was your first love?"

Lyra was slightly confused, "What's that?"

She didn't have a first love ...

"Answer me." Malcolm squeezed her palm tighter, waiting for her answer while his eyes were still red.

She pondered slightly.

"Anthony?"

With her answer, the memory test was considered a pass, right?

Lyra thought resentfully and smiled as she waited to warm up to Malcolm.

However, her smile had not yet fully bloomed. Malcolm's long eyelashes trembled and he seemed to be

in a new round of despair. Even his voice was shaking.

"You really did have Anthony in your heart before you were talking and laughing with him in the video

chat."

"Rara, do you still have love for him...?"

He gripped his heart uneasily. His face was pale and hes sad, "He and I, have you ... loved me a little

more?"

Lyra turned cold.

Her hand, which had no intravenous drip, lifted gently and hooked toward Malcolm, "Lean over."

Malcolm dutifully bent down and held his face against her palm.

She abruptly pinched the soft flesh of his cheek.

Because her body had not fully recovered, Lyra exerted all the effort but it was still soft.

Malcolm just frowned slightly and let her bully him.

She said in a weak and strained voice, "You're thinking too much all day long. If I don't have no

strength, I would have to beat you up."

Malcolm didn't say anything, hiding the guilty emotions under his eyes.

Lyra's fingertips loosened their force into a caress. She was telling him earnestly, "I have only childhood

fondness for Anthony. Never love. I have loved only you from the beginning to the end."

The uneasiness in his heart was gone completely, and Malcolm kissed her palm with delight.

"Fortunately, you really didn't lose your memory and forget about me."

Lyra relaxed and snickered, "So you just tested me on purpose."

Malcolm held her hand tightly and smiled, "How could I not know your love for me. Although something

... is a little upsetting."

"It's all in the past."

Lyra smiled indifferently, "How is the investigation of the attack going? Any clue?"

Malcolm shook his head, "How long has it been since we were attacked this morning? How could it be

that fast? But I had the Atria Police Department focusing on screening Paul, and I'm sure you suspect

him as well."

"Yes, not many people have the strength to make a big chaos in Atria."

Malcolm thought so, "Besides, the man who hurt you, Nil has already uncovered the man. I was going

to deal with it directly. Since you're awake, you can deal with it personally."

Lyra had never been unreasonably tenderhearted to those who hurt her.

"They like to use a stick, then find a barbed one. Don't kill him. Thirty sticks a day. Torture him for a few

days."

Malcolm dotingly flicked the tip of her nose, "Okay, listen to you."

Knock Knock-

Just as the two finished talking, there was a sudden knock on the door of the ward.

A young girl opened door slightly. Her face was delicate and extremely beautiful, and she was looking

inward.

It was Anne.

"I heard Ms. Lloyd is sick. Paul brought me for a physical check so I just come visit Ms. Lloyd. Do Ms.

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Malcolm was with his back to the door, and his face turned cold almost instantly.

Lyra weakly didn't look away. She closed her eyes to rest. Obviously, she didn't want to see them, and

not bothering to cope and maintain superficial courtesy.

At the door, Anne seemed to have little insight and pushed her way in without waiting for Malcolm to

give the order to leave.

"Ms. Lloyd, you don't say anything, so I'll take that as a yes."

She completely ignored Malcolm's sullen face and put the fruit and flowers she bought on the bedside

table by herself.

She was very good at socializing.

Paul, with his suit pants in hand, followed into the ward and stood far from the end of the bed.

Anne, who stood next to Malcolm and looked at Lyra who was in the hospital bed with a caring face,

"Ms. Lloyd, what is this sickness? You look very weak and seem to be very sick."