The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 687 On the first night home, my wife is robbed

Malcolm froze for a while, and was speechless.

He was complained by his daughter before, and cheated for several times...

Then he was bullied by his son again today.

What should he do?

To punish me?

No, Spencer was frail. He was usually considerate and well-behaved, so Malcolm can't bear to punish

him. He could be forced to suffer in silence...

Spencer tapped the speaker button on the mobile phone and asked Lyra who was on the other end of

the phone,

"Mummy, Daddy just said that you like to cry and pretend to be pitiful in front of him. Did you hear that?

Is that really the case?"

After a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, they heard Lyra 's sweet voice.

"I can't hear very clearly. Spencer, you can ask him again. I must listen carefully this time."

Although her voice was calm, Malcolm was keenly aware of the unusual unpleasantness in her tone.

Knowing that Lyra gave him an out, he took advantage of the situation, "Actually, I have not finished

what I said just now. I am not the absolute leader at home, but only for you and Momo. I have an

immediate boss..."

"My boss is your mommy, my wife."

"I supervise you and Momo. And she supervises me."

He made it louder and said seriously, "Besides, your mommy won't pretend to be pitiful. Before, when I

was chasing after her, I pretended to be pitiful and miserable, and deliberately won her attention."

"I won't make your mommy cry, because as long as she sheds tears, no matter the reason, it's my

fault."

Spencer looked confused, but listened carefully, "Wow, Mommy is amazing. Daddy is responsible for

supervising us, and Mommy is responsible for supervising Daddy~"

Malcolm was wordless.

Then they could hear Lyra's chuckle soon coming from the mobile phone, "Spencer, you're right. This is

the reason, and Daddy also said it very well. When I get off work, I will definitely reward your Daddy

well."

Reward?

Malcolm frowned. Was he going to kneel at the keyboard for 15 minutes , or was he going to get a few

whips?

Recalling the torturing experiences, his knees and palms couldn't help but feel inexplicably painful.

He gently asked Lyra on the other end of the line, "When do you get off work today? Do you want me to

pick you up?"

"No, if you're not busy with business, just accompany Spencer. I just called and asked Anthony. He

took Momo to the children's playground. I'll pick up Momo later, and come to the lab to pick up you and

Spencer home."

Malcolm replied very obediently, as if he had done something bad.

The phone was hung up, and Spencer looked at Malcolm in surprise.

"Daddy, Mommy just said... to take me home? I heard it right? Can I go home and sleep?"

Malcolm nodded and kissed his small forehead lightly, "Yes, I has already asked Jimmy. He said that

you're fully used to these liquids, and you no longer needs to live in the laboratory for observation. You

can go home and live every day. And then during the day , I will personally send you here for an

infusion."

Living in the lab all the time, he and Lyra had trouble taking care of Spencer and neglected Spencer's

mental health.

In the future, if they take him home to live, the psychological problems will surely be corrected little by

little.

Many of the elders of the White family were outstanding elites trained by the army, with upright spirits.

For decades, only Ryan's family turned to be evil.

He didn't want his son to become a sickly devil with a dark heart in the future.

…

Spencer's eyes were filled with joy to be able to go home.

After all, he was only a five-year-old boy, and when he was really happy, he expressed it.

"Can I eat at the table at home tonight with you, Mommy, and Momo?"

Malcolm rubbed his little head. "Not just tonight, but every day."

"Then... Can I sleep with Mommy tonight ? I want to hug Mommy ~"

Malcolm's expression froze, and he didn't think about this question at all. "No, you just said that you're

a five-year-old boy, a man, and you should sleep by yourself. How can you bother your Mommy?"

Before he got home, he was already thinking about how to rob his wife. How could this happen?

Spencer lowered his head angrily, "I know Mommy belongs to you. If have Mommy, you will be

unhappy."

"Yes." Malcolm nodded decisively, and emphasized, "Lyra is your father's wife first, and your mommy

later, so you can't sleep with mommy."

"I get it."

Malcolm patted his little cheek, "Good boy."

If it were the quirky Molly, she must be making a noise and insisting on sleeping together. And she

would make a scene if he didn't agree.

Malcolm was a little bit relieved. It turned out that Spencer was the most obedient and sensible kid.

However, what he didn't expect was that he was proved wrong in the evening...

*

Lyre Spiti 's master bedroom.

Lyra wore a orange silk nightgown with a tie around her waist, which outlined her graceful waist curve.

And her long loose hair was sexy and charming.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, with Malcolm standing in front of her who was ready to be

scolded by his wife for his remarks this afternoon. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

He was wearing a black silk pajama. Not long after he took a shower, his short, half-wet hair was

dripping with water droplets from time to time, which made him look extra soft in front of Lyra.

"Babe~"

Lyra folded her hands and stared at him for a long moment.

Knock knock...

Before she could speak a word, someone was knocking on the door of the room.

Lyra and Malcolm looked at each other.

It was so late that only one person dared to knock on the door.

Malcolm walked over to open the door himself.

No lights were turned on in the corridor, and the lights in the room illuminated that little face.

"Spencer? Why is you?" Malcolm wondered because he thought it was Molly.

Outside the door, Spencer hugged his small sky blue pillow and rubbed his weak eyes with his small

hands. The back of his hand was covered with small purplish pinholes, which was caused by the

frequent infusion therapy.

He tightened the little pillow and asked in a low voice, "I am not used to the small bed in the room, so I

can talk to Mommy ..."

"No." Malcolm interrupted him softly, crouching down slowly and looking at him.

He put his big palms around his thin and weak shoulders, and Malcolm said softly, "Spencer, you forgot

what you promised me during the day? Even you sister Momo sleeps alone, so you have to go to bed

obediently."

Spencer pursed his lips, looked at Lyra who was sitting beside the bed, and asked Malcolm seriously,

"Why are you so against me coming over? Are you afraid that I will take away Mommy?"

Malcolm didn't know what to say.

Spencer shoved the small pillow in his arms to him seriously, and said righteously,

"Don't worry, Daddy. I am not here to break up you and Mommy, but to join you!"

Malcolm frowned, "??"

Spencer's delicate little face had an evil smile, "I am going to sleep between you and Mommy."