The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 658 It's caused by being hostile to the rich

Malcolm helped her tuck in and lie down, saying softly, "You can rest assured to sleep. I will watch

Spencer. If Spencer wakes up, I will mix the formula. Don't forget after you gave birth to them, I did

everything. I am more familiar than you."

He said so, and Lyra didn't refuse, "Okay, as long as it makes you less excited."

Malcolm leaned over again and kissed her soft lips, as if it was not enough.

Lyra obediently closed her eyes and slept soundly.

Malcolm was by the bed and watched her for a while. Seeing that she was really asleep, he turned and

went to Spencer's crib.

For those who were asleep, the night seemed like a fleeting moment.

But for Malcolm who didn't dare to rest all night and was in a semi-awake state, it was indeed a long

time.

Sometimes he even thought that if he and Rara were not from the wealthy families, he didn't enter the

army and Rara didn't have to shoulder the responsibility as the head of the family...

If they were just an ordinary couple who had a pair of lovely twins, will life be much easier than it was

now?

But these, after all, were just extravagant hopes and fantasies.

He and Rara both had to take on too much, and they couldn't let go of their burdens at all.

Thinking about it, Malcolm fell asleep in the dark.

At five early in the morning, he was awakened by Spencer's crying.

As a soldier who was always vigilant, he woke up instantly, picked up Spencer immediately and coaxed

him gently when Spencer just cried while the sound was not too loud.

He turned back cautiously and glanced at Lyra who was on the bed.

Fortunately, Lyra slept soundly and was not disturbed.

He hugged Spencer and left the ward lightly. They went to a quiet and unoccupied ward next door, and

he mixed the baby formula with water in a skillful and orderly manner.

In the morning.

Malcolm had been in bed for less than two hours when Chad arrived.

Because Lyra was still asleep, Malcolm made a hissing gesture, letting Chad to lighten his footsteps

and voice.

Chad was about to speak, but was frightened back by his serious expression. He nodded obediently

and stood at the door waiting for him.

Malcolm came out, and Chad dared to speak a little louder, "Bro, about the baby formula in other

wealthy families, I quietly took a bottle from each of family. I didn't give the specific reason, so as not to

cause unnecessary panic. I just used an excuse and the formula I obtained has been sent to the

bureau for testing. It should take a long time before getting the result."

"Okay." Malcolm patted him on the shoulder, "Thanks. You have a long night. Go back to rest and call

Brad over."

Chad smiled like a simple and honest puppy.

"It's okay. I should do things for my lovely little nephew. We must find out who is behind the scenes as

soon as possible, so that we can feel at ease."

Malcolm raised his hand to pinch his face, "Go back and ask Keira to let you use some skin-care

products. Look at your face. It's been a long time since we went on a business trip to the border. You're

about to get engaged. Now, it's time to take care of yourself and focus more on Keira in addition to

official duties."

Chad was originally grinning, but when he heard about himself, his expression instantly changed.

"I see. Keira and I have a very stable relationship. Don't worry, bro."

Malcolm nodded, "You can leave."

Chad turned and left the hospital, calling Brad to hand over the shift before leaving.

Malcolm went to the bathroom and washed casually to get rid of his fatigue.

Brad arrived quickly when he was just finishing washing up, "Come and drive me to the bureau."

"Okay." Brad followed him and entered the elevator.

In the elevator, Brad was standing upright, and Malcolm was stern, pondering something.

After thinking for a while, he instructed, "The hospital has a lot of people. Send a few more people to

guard Spencer's ward in the dark, just in case."

Brad nodded in a proper manner, "Okay boss."

"Also, have you seen the case about Spencer's baby formula issue?"

"I have read it before I came here. And I know the progress of Chad's investigation last night."

Malcolm touched the watch, looked at the pointer and continued to ask, "Since you have read it, do you

have any thoughts on the culprit of this incident?"

"Me?" Brad pointed to himself. It'd been a while since he'd not been around Malcolm, and he was still

not used to it.

Malcolm was sullen and stern, "It's just you and me in the elevator. Could it be that I'm asking a ghost?" Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

He was a little unhappy and said, "After you got married and came back from the vacation, why does it

seem like you're missing your brain? Are you becoming stupid?"

Brad was speechless and felt a little bit miserable by his complaint. Malcolm was his boss and he was

coward in front of him so he didn't dare to say anything but listened silently.

until the two got to the underground parking lot inside the hospital and got into the car that Brad began

to state his thoughts.

"Boss, food safety is strictly regulated in the world. This kind of unqualified poisonous formula cannot

be produced when there is a production license."

Malcolm sat in the back of the luxury car, thinking for a moment, "You suspect it was bought from the

black market?"

Brad nodded, thought for a while and then shook his head, "It can't be say it was bought. It should be

produced massively in the black market. Spencer and Momo need a lot of baby formula every month.

You always ask Aurarts Group to send many every time."

"If we get the quality inspection result and the formula in other wealthy families also has the exact

same ingredient, in this case, a large number of baby formula must be produced in the black market,

and it is very likely there is a boss behind the scenes."

"However, I have never figured out why they do this, and it only targets the wealthy and nobles, not the

commoners. Is it because oof hatred for the rich?"

Malcolm was silent for a while, watching the receding scenery outside the car window.

His black eyes looked stern and cold, as if he was thinking of some bad memories.

"If it is really a rich hatred, the nature of the case is not a big problem. But if it is just against the White

family, this matter is probably more complicated than imagined."

Brad sighed, didn't say anything but concentrated on driving.

...

In the hospital, before the bodyguards were added, Spencer was hungry and crying.

Lyra woke up and looked around the room, only she and Spencer who was in the crib.

She knew that Malcolm was on the tough case.

There were people who wanted to persecute the White family for several months and were hidden in

the dark. If they didn't find them out, there will be a big hidden danger in the future.

She quickly stopped thinking, walked to the crib, and picked up Spencer who was crying and

aggrieved.

Malcolm and Sophia had been doing the feeding and changing of diapers since the babies were born.

What was more, Malcolm wouldn't let her do it, and always liked to take care of the babies every time.

Lyra sighed. While holding Spencer, she helped him to prepare the formula.

Although she was not quite familiar with it, she persisted and didn't ask a nurse to come in to help her.

And she looked serious when doing so.

At 8:30 in the morning, there were only two police officers in plain clothes standing outside the baby

ward.

Their upright aura made the people passing by on the entire floor unconsciously stay farther away.

Lyra , who was feeding Spencer with baby formula, keenly heard voices outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rustling sound, and the door of the ward was opened.

A woman who dressed as a nurse and wore a mask came in with a small tray in her hand.

Lyra glanced at the overalls on her body, quickly retracted her gaze, and concentrated on feeding

Spencer, "I didn't ring the call bell. What's the matter?"

"Miss Lloyd, it's time for the baby to take his medicine."

Lyra: "Medicine for heart problem?"

The nurse nodded, "Yes."

Lyra frowned, "Didn't the attending doctor say yesterday the mild medicine is sold out? He needs to

wait for two days before observing the baby's condition and making a decision?"

"That's what the doctor said yesterday, but today the medicine has been delivered from the foreign

pharmaceutical. We don't dare to be sloppy to your baby, our VIP patient, so we need to deliver it to

you immediately."

Lyra pondered for a while, and looked up and down the young nurse who was submissive, feeling a

little suspicious.

She agreed calmly, "Bring the medicine to me and have a look."