The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 685 He is dissed when he enters the room

Seeing that Malcolm's expression was still very serious, Jimmy asked, "Malcolm, what doubts do you

have?"

Malcolm stared at the cover of the book, thinking about what Spencer had just told him in the ward .

"Spencer said it was given by you in the laboratory, so I came to ask you. You usually contact Spencer

the most, if not you, who else in the laboratory often contacts Spencer?"

Showing a five-year-old such a bizarre thing, he wondered if it was accidental or if someone did it on

purpose.

Jimmy: "Then I'll go check it out now, but don't be too nervous. Malcolm, it shouldn't be a problem. It's

just a coincidence."

Malcolm nodded.

Five minutes later, Jimmy questioned the doctors on duty in the lab.

In the end, it was found that this book was given by Eugene, a biochemical doctor .

Eugene was already an old doctor in his fifties or sixties, with a gray-white beard, a high nose and

prominent features.

He was not from Crana , but a joint doctor sent by Atria.

Jimmy took Malcolm to Eugene's office.

In the corridor, he quietly complained to Malcolm, "Eugene has a very strange temper, withdrawn,

irritable, obsessed with research, and does not pay attention to interpersonal communication at all.

Sometimes he does things that are bizarre and difficult to understand."

The other doctors in the lab would occasionally complain about him in private, calling him Frankenstein.

Malcolm listened carefully, thinking quietly for a while.

It seemed that people who studied science and medicine always had some quirky personalities. Micah

from Lyra's family, wasn't that weird at the beginning?

Now he married Abigail and had a stable relationship in the past few years. They were a loving couple.

Micah was completely different from the past him , who was obsessed with medical research before.

However, this Eugene was different.

He was already sixty years old, and his ex-wife divorced him very early because she couldn't stand his

weird personality.

He had no children, but he hadn't remarried for more than ten years. He probably won't be able to

change his withdrawn personality in this life.

Just thinking about it, the two people unknowingly walked to the door of Eugene's office.

Before opening the door, Jimmy said carefully again, "Malcolm, try not to be too aggressive when you

talk to him. He never flatters anyone. He does his own way. If he doesn't like someone, he will yell. If he

is angry, he will scold. It doesn't matter if you have power or not, and if you're a big shot. Everything is

the same here."

Malcolm frowned.

On the way to the office, he heard Jimmy talk about this Eugene. In addition to his strange personality,

he went his own way. He would rather have a mediocre life than flatter the powerful. He really liked

people with such a temperament.

But why would such a person give Spencer a strange book like "Pathological Psychology"?

Malcolm narrowed his dark eyes and knocked on Eugene's door himself.

Knock knock --

He knocked on the door three times in a row.

There was no movement in the office, and no one came to open the door.

Jimmy: "Maybe he has something to do and goes out, or I'll keep an eye on him first. And then contact

you when he returns to the office?"

Malcolm looked serious. "No one sees him leave the lab during working hours. There's no way he isn't

there."

He tapped harder with his fingertips and knocked on the door twice more.

A slightly hoarse, but impatient voice soon came from the office, "Knock, knock, knock."

"What's the use of just knocking? Why don't you just say it? Your mouth is not something you just use

to eat and enjoy."

Jimmy outside the door looked embarrassed.

Before entering the office, he was dissed.

In front of Malcolm, Jimmy cleared his throat, "I'm Doctor Jimmy, I need to communicate with you face

to face on something urgent. Please open the door."

The room was silent for a while, and soon came the sound of the door lock turning.

The door of the office opened. Eugene had a sullen face, slumbering eyes, and said with a bad

attitude, "Jimmy, next time you knock on the door without making a sound, I'll make you mute. Anyway,

your mouth is on your body but it's useless. It's a waste of resources."

After all, he was an elder. Jimmy was scolded and didn't say anything. Knowing that he had this kind of

temper, there was no need to take his words seriously.

Malcolm said, "In Crana 's most advanced laboratory, Dr. Eugene actually sleeps during working

hours?"

Only then did Eugene open his eyes and looked up and down Malcolm. His eyes stayed on Malcolm's

face for a few more seconds, and then he said unhappily,

"I've opened the door for you, and it's not my fault. If you think I'm not doing my job properly during

work hours, you can report me by anonymous letter."

Malcolm: "I don't mean this. Just like you, just complaining."

Eugene couldn't help but look at Malcolm a few more times before saying, "I know who you are. The

child with the S404 biochemical virus factor in his body and live in the ward looks very similar with you.

I guess you are his…”

He deliberately paused and said decisively, "His grandfather?" Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Jimmy couldn't hold back, and almost laughed out loud. Wasn't this just a disguised statement that

Malcolm looked old?

Jimmy thought it amazing. He didn't expect that he would one day see Malcolm, who was sought-after

and respected every day, being scolded by a strange old man like this. It was really funny.

Malcolm looked calm, and didn't intend to continue this topic. He said in a steady tone,

"I'm Spencer's father, and I come to see you today because of him..."

In a minute, Malcolm told Eugene about the book "Pathological Psychology" succinctly and clearly.

Eugene stroked his beard and sat down on the sofa, "Do you sit?"

His office was messy, and there were not only dirty clothes, newspapers, unfinished books, and expired

cookies on the sofa.

Malcolm had his hands in his military trouser pockets. T here was nowhere to sit, so he didn't even

think about it.

Eugene saw that they didn't want to sit and didn't feel embarrassed, so he picked up a kettle on the

messy coffee table and poured three cups of cold water that had been left for a few days.

He reminisced the things about Spencer as he poured the water.

"That kid Spencer, the last time I saw him, I liked him very much. He sat obediently on the hospital bed

for an infusion, with an IV in his left hand and a pencil in his right. With such amazing ability in math, I

chatted with him a few more words."

"He said he was bored, and his parents were very busy and didn't have time to watch over him every

day, so I would find time to go to the ward to chat with him and bring him his favorite math Olympiad

book."

After pouring the water, Eugene pushed the glasses of water in the direction of Malcolm and Jimmy.

Then he was laying lazily on the sofa and casually flipping through a few pages of "Pathological

Psychology" that Malcolm brought over.

"This book is mine. I went to his ward the day before yesterday. He did the quiz, and I just read the

book. I didn't expect him to like this book at a glance, so I generously lent it to him to read. It's as

simple as that."

Malcolm frowned slightly, "Then have you ever thought about whether this kind of book can be read at

his age?"

Jimmy also said, "Dr. Eugene, Spencer is only five years old, and there's nothing good about

pathological psychology for him to read. Do you want him to become the pervert in this book in the

future?"