The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 684 Let him disappear forever

Malcolm was speechless.

He turned back and looked at Spencer, who was sitting by the head of the bed as if watching a play.

Spencer continued lightly, "That man was your former rival, right? That's why you were so angry when

you heard Momo call him Daddy."

Malcolm sighed, stretched out his big palm, and gently touched his son's small head, "You are still

young. This is a matter between adults. You can recuperate in peace."

Spencer's small eyebrows were slightly raised. His expression resembled Malcolm's very. He was like

a miniature version of Malcolm.

He gave up on himself, "Anyway, no matter how much infusion, medicine, and recuperation I have

experienced. I won't get better. I don't want to receive treatment anymore."

Malcolm felt painful in his heart, and stroked his pale little face pitifully, "No, you're just not in good

health right now. There is an antidote that can cure you in the laboratory. In the future when you can

take care of your body and be able to withstand the power of the medicine, Jimmy can get you healthy."

Spencer didn't answer, but changed the subject, and continued the topic about Anthony.

"Daddy, I know you are very powerful. You can have a huge impact on the entire Crana. Why didn't you

kill that man? He hang around with Momo every day, and even be her godfather."

Malcolm was stunned, looking at his son's exquisite eyes that were just like his.

"Spencer, you're only five years old. Do you know what kill means? How can you think like this..."

Spencer blinked and had a weak smile. And he looked as sickly as ever, "Doesn't killing him mean to

let him disappear from this world forever? I don't want to see him, so I want him to disappear."

Malcolm was dumbfounded. How deep was his mind at five years old?

Did he think too much, or was Spencer more mature than he thought?

He restrained his thoughts and said to Spencer seriously, "A person's life cannot be taken away

casually. No matter how powerful I am, I will not be above the law. Spencer, Anthony is not only

Momo's godfather, but also you godfather."

"Anthony did some wrong things, and he didn't expect to cause unexpected accidents, but he tried his

best to help me and your mommy."

"I can see that he really loves Momo. And he really wants to be close to you. He loves you as well. Can

you try to accept him step by step?"

Spencer hesitated a little, and pursed his pale lips, "I know you and Mommy have made up with him,

but I don't like him, even hate him. He made me stay in the laboratory for infusions. He made me hurt.

He made me can't go to kindergarten and play on the trampoline like other kids."

"Even if you and Mommy aren't mad at him, I will punish him in the future." And it was on his own way.

Malcolm heard that and was astonished, then burst into laughter. "You want to punish him? What are

you going to do?"

Spencer smiled mysteriously, "It's a secret. I can't tell you."

Malcolm sighed and flicked the tip of his little nose, "Spencer, you're only five years old. Are you going

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Spencer just smiled. His eyebrows were like Momo's, which were cute.

Malcolm stared at his face that looked like his own, and sighed that he was always a kid and just joked.

"Spencer, I know you're smart. I can hide nothing from you, and nothing can't stop you, but I hope you

won't be so sensitive. I want you to be like Momo to spend you happy and innocent childhood. And be

carefree."

Spencer laughed, "Don't worry Daddy. I will."

Malcolm stroked his little head gently.

He felt very distressed for him, who had been weak and delicate from a young age because of illness.

Then he noticed a few books on the bedside table.

Malcolm got up and walked over, picking up the books.

It was an Olympiad Maths Competition booklet and an English dialogue book.

The black-cased book at the bottom caught Malcolm's attention.

It wrote "Pathological Psychology".

Malcolm frowned almost immediately, caught his breath, turned his head and asked Spencer, "Are you

reading this type of book lately?"

Spencer blinked and replied dumbly, "Yeah, I feel so boring here. I don't like watching cartoons. I just

want to know what adults are thinking about."

Malcolm stared at him oddly. "Who gave this to you? Are you sure you can understand?"

Spencer shook his head obediently, "I asked Jimmy for it, but this book is too difficult. I can understand

some, but most of them can't. I have read it several times, but I still don't understand. Can you explain

it to me?"

Malcolm's expression was serious, and he confiscated the book decisively.

"This book is not bad. I also like this book. Why don't you borrow it to me first, and then I will explain it

to you when I finish reading it."

"Okay~"

Hearing his brisk answer, Malcolm breathed a sigh of relief, and decisively turned over all the cabinets

in his ward.

Momo was still clamoring for bedtime fairy tales every day, but Spencer was already trying to do math

for junior high school students and read psychology books for adults.

This feeling made Malcolm very uneasy.

He checked the inside and outside of the entire ward to make sure that his son still had such a strange

book hidden.

Fortunately, no more.

Spencer seemed to have only read this one.

"Daddy, what's the matter with you? You seem nervous?"

Malcolm sat down on the edge of the bed again, stroking his son's soft face soothingly.

"Spencer, as a five-year-old baby, you should read more children's books. I can buy you a complete set

of painted fairy tales? As for those math Olympiad and English books, wait when you grow up to read

more, okay?"

Spencer was unhappy and pouted, "Fairy tale books are so naive. Momo likes them very much, but I

don't like them. Do you even take away my only hobby?"

Malcolm's fingertips froze while stroking his son. He was speechless, and was distressed by Spencer's

slightly hurtful eyes.

"I don't mean that..."

Spencer lowered his eyes dimly, "Do you think I am a monster, not a normal kid at all?"

"I don't."

Malcolm said decisively, "Your mommy and I have never thought this way. I will protect you and Momo,

your mommy, and our little family forever."

Because of his son's expression Malcolm felt a little distressed, and even felt that he owed him. He

couldn't look at him, so he could only change the subject and said, "Spencer, I have something to do. I

need to go out, ten minutes at most. Wait for me. I 'll be back with you to do you favorite math

Olympiad in a while, okay?"

Spencer nodded, "Okay, I will wait for you."

Malcolm walked out of Spencer's ward with the book "Pathological Psychology" and went directly to

Jimmy.

"Malcolm, what's wrong? Why are you looking so serious?"

Malcolm handed him the book directly, "Is this the book you brought to Spencer?"

Jimmy took it, flipped two pages at random, and pouted, "Spencer is still so young. How could he

understand this kind of book? I'm not so stupid to give this kind of inexplicable stuff to the kid."

Seeing that Malcolm didn't seem to believe it, he continued to assure, "I really didn't give it to him. He

said the infusion process is boring, so I just found him a few children's booklets with pictures, all of

which were given to him to kill the time."