The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 604 Collin cries in front of her?

Collin avoided her gaze, lowered his head, and said nothing.

Kathleen said, "In the first few days, I gave him medicine. Later, he insisted he could take medicine

himself and didn't want to trouble me. Today, I insisted on helping him. It became like this."

Lyra immediately heard the unusual in these words, narrowed her eyes sharply and stared at Collin.

The latter kept his head down and avoided looking at her, feeling a little guilty.

This abnormal performance was simply too obvious.

"Collin, did you do it on purpose? You haven't taken any medicine these days?"

Collin coughed lightly and didn't look at her, "No, I have it, but it was hurt on the back. Maybe I didn't

get it right when I applied it. And it became serious for some reason."

Lyra didn't believe his nonsense at all, so she scolded him directly, "You don't want your wife to help

you, and you can't give the medicine yourself. What are you doing? Can your body be treated like

this?"

Facing the scolding from his sister, Collin received the instruction and nodded in agreement, "I'm sorry.

It's my fault to make you worry."

Lyra was startled at first, noticing the first sentence, "You're proactive in admitting my mistake this time,

even I was stunned."

As she stopped talking, Lyra only remembered his second sentence, stood up properly in displeasure,

and looked at him, "Who worries about you? You should bear the sins you made yourself. Don't make

Kathleen worry."

Although she refuted, Kathleen still smiled, and Collin smiled in satisfaction.

Lyra looked away and sat back on the small sofa.

"There are already signs of inflammation in the wound. Be careful not to get infected. I'll call Micah to All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

come and have a look."

She turned on the screen of her mobile phone and was about to make a call when Collin stopped her,

"This gunshot injury is really not serious. This kind of injury is too normal for me. Micah is

accompanying with Abigail. Don't bother him. I'll take two anti-inflammation pills at night."

Lyra: "Your injury has been relapsed over and over again. After more than a week, it still doesn't heal. It

will leave a scar. Let Micah see it before you can rest assured and don't leave any traces."

Collin refused and insisted, "I don't want to remove this scar. Just leave it on so that I can watch it all

the time."

Lyra said coldly, "You want to use this scar to remind me. Always remember the injury you suffered for

me at the time. Remember your goodness, so that I can forgive you earlier?"

Kathleen's face was slightly stiff, but she didn't expect Lyra's words to be so sharp. She couldn't hold

back but quickly made an excuse and went downstairs to make tea for Lyra.

Soon only the siblings were left in the room.

Lyra sternly accused him of not cherishing himself, "Collin, don't think I will be soft-hearted by using this

kind of bitter trick. It is your body. It is meaningless for you to torment yourself like this. It will only make

me more angry."

Collin nodded in a very agreeable manner, but smiled inadvertently. Obviously, he was satisfied.

Why was she angry because he didn't take medicine properly?

Why did she reprimand him for torturing his body?

Did this mean that Lyra still cared about him and still had her big brother in her heart?

From childhood to adulthood, he had been sincere in educating Lyra, and he loved her like a baby. In

Lyra's heart, he should be at least important, right?

When he was thinking about it, Lyra said coldly, "Why don't you speak? Is it because I guess it right,

you're ashamed?"

He shook his head, "I don't want to leave a scar. I don't want to threaten you. I just want me to

remember that you will always be my dearest sister. When you are in danger, as long as I am there, I

will give my life to protect you. Make up for what's wrong in my heart."

His dearest sister...

He will give his life to protect her...

Lyra did not speak.

On the day of the island, Collin did it.

Ethel shot very decisively. Even she didn't react it and Collin had no time to think twice. He

subconsciously rushed in front of her to block the bullet for her.

For more than a year, he knelt down to read the scriptures, was whipped, tortured himself, and now he

saved her.

Was it enough to pay off those debts?

She felt it complicated, and was silent for a long time without speaking.

Collin took the initiative to show his favor, "Rara, Kathleen has come downstairs. Can you apply me

some medicine?"

Lyra stopped her complicated thoughts, got up and sat behind Collin, and opened the medicine box on

the bed.

Collin smiled contentedly, and there was an obvious happy look in his eyes. He gently told Lyra the

order of medication.

"Clean it up with alcohol first. Sprinkle this antibiotic medicine, and this anti-infection medicine. Wrap it

up with gauze."

Lyra hummed softly, and according to his instructions, she gave him medicine in an orderly manner.

Collin looked back at her from time to time, noticed her serious expression, and felt satisfied again in

his heart.

For more than a year, he hadn't seen his sister treat him with such a gentle expression for a long time.

In addition, Lyra's action of applying the medicine was very gentle. She was subconsciously afraid of

hurting him, which made him feel warm.

His eyes were slightly hot, and there was water in his eye sockets. Collin took a deep breath and

suppressed the sudden surge of emotions.

Lyra noticed his strangeness instantly, and stopped the action of applying the medicine, "Did I hit you

too hard and hurt you?"

Collin felt more sour and ashamed.

His sister's inquiring voice was also very gentle.

He actually broke her heart for the sake of Ethel and her mother. He was so wrong.

He was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak and his eyes were uncontrollably red, and he felt

guilty.

"What's wrong?"

She didn't hear him speak for a while, got up and walked around in front of him. Her fingertips forcibly

lifted his drooping chin, but unexpectedly saw the tears in his eyes.

Lyra was stunned on the spot, and even her fingers were stiff.

"You...you actually..."

In her impression, Collin had always been a role model among her brothers. He was strong, cold, calm,

and not good at expressing himself.

Since she grew up, she had never seen Collin cry because of something sad.

It turned out that a man who was so strong and determined back then would cry when he did

something wrong.

Collin hurriedly broke free from her hand and turned his face away. It was his panic and shame when

he was found vulnerable.

"I...I didn't, I didn't cry. I didn't feel pain. I just...I got smoked by the alcohol just now."

Lyra raised her eyebrows amusingly and taunted him, "I have said you cry? You just make a confession

without duress."

Collin blushed with shame, and almost shed tears in front of his sister.

"You, you continue. It's very late. Malcolm will come to pick you up later."

"Okay."

Lyra knew he was embarrassed, and didn't make fun of him too much on this topic. She helped him to

finish the medicine and bandaged the wound.

After clearing the medicine box and preparing to go downstairs, Collin grabbed her wrist and stared at

her with his still red eyes. He opened his mouth and closed for several times, but he didn't know where

to start.

Lyra: "Don't talk? Is the alcohol still affecting you?"

Collin didn't know how to reply.

He restrained his emotions and looked at her seriously, "Rara, I..."

After being stunned for a long time, he still didn't say anything. At this time, if he continued to apologize

and ask for forgiveness, will she be annoying?

Will it make her more annoying?

Will those almost out of control emotions just now, will he be considered to be deliberately sad-fishing?

Collin was afraid and didn't dare to gamble. He finally changed her impression of himself a little bit.

What it was back where it started?

Lyra let him hold her wrist and reminded softly, "If you want to say something, just say it."

Collin lowered his head, "I meant to say it's already very late. Would you like to have a meal here first?

And then wait for Malcolm to pick you up?"

Lyra frowned strangely, "You just wanted to ask this after dawdling for a long time?"

Collin lowered his eyes, did not look at her, and nodded.

Lyra was speechless, "No, Malcolm should be arriving at Anning Hill soon. I'll take the medicine box

downstairs to Kathleen. I'm ready to leave."

What she had decided, Collin knew that it was useless to persuade her, "Okay, then, let Malcolm drive

slowly."

Lyra made a light hum and said sternly, "Remember to take anti-inflammatory drugs. If I come here

next time and your gunshot wound is not healed, or even serious, I will really be angry, and I will fix you

as the head of the family. You'd better be prepared for that."