The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 671 I just can't see her getting hurt

"He took people to clear mines on the mountain. The strange thing is that there are none. Only some

useless bombs are dug up."

Lyra finally let out a breath of relief, "It seems that they are just trying to scare us. When I heard it, I

really thought he was really going to die with us..."

As she said that, her eyes were red, and she still had lingering fears when she recalled just now.

Malcolm felt the same way as her. Knowing that she was worried about him and his subordinates, he

patted her back gently and comforted her, "It's okay. I know the strength of the soldiers of NIB. I know

best. This can't stop them."

With the sound of footsteps, they all looked up and it was Levi, "Mr. Malcolm, all the vehicles for the

return journey have been arranged. When will we leave?"

Lyra was anxious to return after being out for so many days, and leaving Spencer to suffer in the

hospital. Even if Anthony watched and took good care of him day and night, she couldn't be completely

relieved if she didn't see the baby herself.

She was staying in the basement of Lennie's villa, and relying on Spencer, Molly and Malcolm to get

through the tough time.

Now that when she thought about it, the two babies probably missed her very much.

Malcolm glanced at her face and immediately understood how she missed the two babies, so he

immediately ordered, "Count the number of people. We will go back immediately."

After that, Malcolm left this deserted house with his wife in his arms.

Four identical cars in the front and rear were speeding on the mountain road in an orderly manner. And

they were monitoring the environment at any time.

The return journey from the suburban forest to the urban area was not close and bumpy.

Lyra looked at the unchanging mountain scenery outside the window. The drowsiness struck her, and

she couldn't help yawning.

Malcolm looked at her always bright side face, which was now covered with a thick layer of tiredness.

He couldn't help but feel distressed, so he took her shoulders into his arms, patted and coaxed, "Rest

for a while."

Lyra lowered her eyes which were half-closed. She gently nuzzled into his arms a few times. Her waist

was held by him, and she instantly felt relieved, "Well, you can rest too."

As soon as she finished speaking, she fell asleep, which showed that she was really tired.

Malcolm looked out of the car window vigilantly. His eyes turned red after staying up all night, but he

didn't dare to relax.

The way back was far too long. Most of the first half of the journey was a bare mountain road. There

was no block and it was the most difficult to set up defences.

All guards must remain vigilant at all times.

In today's incident, he can almost confirm that Frank escaped from the fire and set up many obstacles.

Although he didn't want anyone's life, he still made a mess.

Malcolm wasn't sure yet what his purpose was.

Because of the past friendship, Malcolm didn't want Frank to be the mastermind behind the poisoned

baby formula case ... But, human being was unpredictable. Who can be completely unchanged?

After they returned to Hopevale General Hospital , it was already evening.

The setting sunlight shot westward, and the ward was filled with golden reflections.

Malcolm and Lyra went to see Spencer first, and the little baby slept soundly, not knowing how thrilling

what had happened recently was.

But under Lyra's gaze, he opened his eyes as if there was telepathy.

Spencer smiled when he saw her.

Lyra's face glowed. She was staring at her baby, fascinated, and completely unaware that someone's

eyes were on her.

Anthony stared intently at the woman in front of him with an almost obsessive gaze.

In the few days she left, she lost a lot of weight and looked tired and exhausted. It must be very hard

and tired to be there...

Malcolm followed behind and noticed Anthony's expression. His face was slightly gloomy, and he

cleared his throat in displeasure.

Anthony didn't seem to hear that, until he discovered the bluish-red marks on Lyra's neck. He got up,

walked over and asked,

"Rara, how did this happen?"

Lyra froze for a moment, followed Anthony's gaze and lowered her head. Her fingers lightly touched her

neck.

Or... just in the car, did Malcolm do it while she was asleep?

She glanced angrily at the silent man standing beside her, but she didn't expect this glance to make

Anthony misunderstand.

His azure blue eyes looked slightly grim, and he said in a very unhappy tone, "Malcolm, you promised © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

me to protect her, but she was injured and suffered. Is this how you treat her?"

The latter's eyes were cold. His thin lips were pursed, and he didn't bother to explain.

Lyra glanced at the two men, finally looked at Spencer, and sighed softly, "It's just a minor injury.

Nothing to argue about."

Anthony lowered his eyes. She was injured, and the evil voice in his heart that wanted to morbidly

possess her was almost uncontrollable.

"As a husband, the person you trust the most, he didn't protect you well, and even hurt you. I just feel

sorry for you."

Lyra suddenly remembered that the marks on her neck should be made when she was locked in

Lennie's basement before.

But she had been tense in recent days. She was afraid that her situation will drag everyone down, and

she wanted to hide it from Malcolm. Over time, she forgot that she had injuries...

She explained quickly, "I'm really fine. There are too many mosquitoes in the woods, and the bite can

be as big as an egg. I accidentally caught it myself. I'm very sleepy now and need to rest."

Saying that, she glanced at Malcolm secretly.

This small gesture was caught by Malcolm, and she quickly averted it.

She pretended to be distressed, covered her lips and yawned a little, "Please continue to take care of

Spencer for a while. I want to go to the lounge next door and rest for a while..."

The slender body disappeared at the door and slipped very fast, and the two men in the ward were

stopping looking at her invariably.

Under Malcolm's overwhelming gaze, Anthony lowered his eyes in disappointment, "I was impulsive. I

didn't mean anything else. I just... can't bear she got hurt..."

"I know, thanks."

"Um?"

Anthony was startled. Malcolm thanked him?

"I said, thank you for taking such good care of Spencer these days for Lyra and me. Without your

cooperation this time, I'm afraid there will be an accident."

Malcolm walked over to the crib, looked at Spencer's cute, ignorant look, and couldn't help picking up

the doll to play with him.

Although Anthony's feelings towards Lyra made him a little unhappy, except for Anthony who was their

kids' godfather, he was not at ease when someone else was taking care of Spencer in the hospital.

"By the way," Anthony suddenly remembered something, and his expression became serious, "Why did

peole kidnap Spencer last night ? What the hell happened?"

The time was tight, and Malcolm only had time to tell him the task - to transfer Spencer to the nursery

next door in front of a trainee nurse, and find a chance to use a silicone doll to switch Spencer...

The president of the hospital even came to ask him about it personally, and there were still people who

can be here, which was horrible.

"Frank Griffiths and Lennie Price planned to kidnap Spencer to extort huge sums of money from me,

but I have long been in contact with Lennie and joined him to do the middle game together."

Malcolm walked to the side, picked up a cup, took a slow sip of the tea, and continued,

"Of course, this is just to draw a snake out of its hole. After years of experience, I have a gut feeling

that Frank wants to kidnap Spencer not for that little money."

If he wanted money, Frank had a better way, but he chose the stupidest one...

Anthony frowned gradually. " What about Frank ? Got him?"