The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 611 Business is business, not even family

Seeing his son's emotions out of control like this, he couldn't help anything and there was nothing he

could do about Malcolm who was aloof.

Ryan felt powerless and sad, hugged Travis desperately, and glared at Malcolm coolly but savagely.

In a lazy manner, he took off the leather gloves that he had just touched Travis and gave them to the

police officer to throw away.

The last thing he said before he left was, "This is the last chance last night. If I don't get the answers I

want by ten o 'clock tonight, I'll be damned with you in this matter."

"But I didn't know the truth about my parents' death, and I still don't know it. Without any loss. Ryan,

that's not so good for you. You have to pay for your only precious son, and you're more responsible for NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

this than I am."

He smiled coldly, sneered, turned around and left, letting them snuggle for a while.

Ryan took more than half an hour to quiet Travis and let him listen to him quietly.

"What did Malcolm do to you these past two days? How did you get caught again?"

Seeing that Travis was covered in injuries, Ryan's always steady and rich voice softened a bit.

Travis whimpered and was very sad, "Dad, before I could get on the cargo ship, I was caught by Ted at

the dock. I ran and dived and was brought ashore. He handcuffed me directly, and stuffed me into the

car and sent me here."

He swallowed. Remembering everything he had experienced in that cell before, he shivered and was

scared to the extreme.

"Dad, the cell I was in was full of scumbags. They even tried to bully me and beat me up every few

hours."

"They said the smell of blood on my body was unpleasant, so I was forced to sleep in the dirty and

smelly toilet. They were really driving me crazy. Dad, save me!"

"I really don't want to be sent back! I'll be beaten to death by them! Please, Dad!"

Ryan patted him on the back and kept reassuring, "Dad won't let you be sent back again. Dad will

definitely save you, and let you live a stable and rich life again."

Stable and rich?

These words were heavenly pleasing to ears for Travis.

What Travis never looked up to had now become an extravagant hope.

Travis hated it, hated it to death.

He hated why his grandpa was so partial to Malcolm and why he refused to give the position of power

to his dad. Otherwise he will not have this day and had already trampled by Malcolm under his feet.

"Dad, Malcolm wants to know the truth. Just tell him. As long as it makes him sad, I'm happy. All the

tortures I suffered in the cell were all because of Malcolm. I want him to never have a better life!"

Ryan hugged his arm which was slightly stiff, and was silent for a while before saying, "You don't

understand. This truth is not a trivial matter. When Malcolm really knows it, he won't let everyone go

off."

If it wasn't for the fact that he wanted to save Travis and was reluctant to see him sent to High-order

Prison, he would rather take this secret to the grave and not tell it.

Unexpectedly, Malcolm was too deceitful, completely unconditional, and threatened him in turn.

Travis's eyes surged with hatred, "I just want to know. If the truth is known, it will make Malcolm

unacceptable or even sad. As long as he is not happy, I am happy."

Ryan fell silent again, not speaking for a long time.

Travis was too tired.

Two days and two nights of tense nerves, sleepless nights, beatings and starvation, his body was not

strong enough, and he couldn't hold it any longer.

Now lying in his father's arms, he was sleeping more peacefully than ever.

Ryan hugged his son tightly, feeling powerless. His eyes pierced like a viper, and gradually he had the

ruthless determination to die together.

Although there were two people living in this cell, the police officer delivered only one meal at noon as

instructed.

Ryan didn't eat it but gave it all to Travis.

Seeing that Travis devoured his food, and didn't have the temperament of a rich and noble boy before,

Ryan felt distressed and touched his messy short hair.

"Eat slowly. Don't worry. Don't choke. No one will rob you of this whole meal. It's all yours."

Travis nodded, still burying his head and eating wildly. He was hungry for two days. He never imagined

that a box lunch in the cell would be better than the top-level meal that used to be tens of thousands of

dollars.

He was really about to be tortured madly, and in just two days, the memory it brought to him will

probably be unforgettable for a lifetime.

Ryan was thinking about how to get Malcolm to release Travis before ten o'clock, so that he could

confess and negotiate with peace of mind.

The police officers came to deliver water, and Ryan didn't drink a single sip, leaving it to Travis.

In front of his father, Travis was not polite, and he was really thirsty for too long, hungry for too long,

and he couldn't take it anymore.

Ryan hadn't eaten or drank for a day and it was fine for him.

*

In the afternoon, Malcolm leisurely stayed in the office to handle official business.

He was not in a hurry. He had a lot of time, and he can spend it slowly with Ryan and his son.

But he didn't expect that the door of the office was knocked, and the police officer who came in to

report was not about Ryan.

"Mr. Malcolm, Charles from the White family just came over and said that your grandfather didn't get

through to your call, so he could only send him to find you in person."

Malcolm raised his eyes slightly. He came over at this juncture?

"What did Charles say about Grandpa asking him to come over?"

The police officer shook his head, being unaware, "But form Charles' face, it should not be a trivial

matter."

Malcolm looked at the time on his watch. It was four in the afternoon.

There were six hours to the final time he had promised Ryan.

"Okay, bring Charles to my office."

"Yes, Mr. Malcolm."

The officer turned and went out, and a few minutes later, he led Charles in.

Malcolm got up, poured him a glass of water himself, put it on the small coffee table for the reception,

and pointed to the side sofa, "This is the first time you're here to find me. It's a long journey, so it should

be very hard. Come here and sit."

Although it was a polite and calm tone, Malcolm's cold face always made no one could know what he

was thinking.

Charles smiled, "Your grandfather asked the driver to take me here. Although the distance is not close,

I didn't walk much, and it was not hard at all. Mr. Malcolm, it's most hard for you."

He was polite and sat down on the side sofa that Malcolm had designated.

Malcolm rubbed his fingertips on the lines of the watch, lowered his head, and asked in a deep voice,

"Grandpa made a special trip for you to come here for what?"

Charles was picking up the glass of water and wanted to take a sip of it, and when he heard his

question, he put down the glass immediately, "It's like this..."

Malcolm cut him off and added, "If it's about Ryan and Travis, then it doesn't have to be."

Charles' face stiffened slightly, and he was speechless for a moment.

Judging from his expression, it was obvious that he was specially looking for these two scumbags.

Malcolm said with a cold tone, "Grandpa is now retired and no longer in charge of the military. The

faults of Ryan and his son are now under the control of NIB, which is official business, without any

personal kinship. Please go back and tell grandpa. Don't meddle in this anymore."

Charles sighed, "Mr. Malcolm, I know you're brooding about Mr. Travis killing Mr. Rudolph, but he

doesn't even care about it, so why should you be so reckless?"

"It's a matter of principle." He said firmly without giving in.

Charles followed, "He has only two grandchildren, you and Mr. Travis. In the past, he helped you to

gain power, which made Mr. Ryan and his son dissatisfied. He is indebted and can't watch it. Your

career and love are booming, but the other grandson is down and out and can't escape the

predicament."

Malcolm frowned slightly, pursed his thin lips, and said nothing.

Charles continued, "Mr. Malcolm, he means if you really want to punish Mr. Travis, thirty whips will be

enough. And High-order Prison will not be allowed. After all, he is your cousin by blood. Why bother to

send him to that place to be tortured."

Malcolm changed his tone, "If grandpa would tell me the truth about my parents' death in a car

accident, I would consider whether to let Ryan and his son go."