After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 409

Chad stopped the movement of his hands, raised his eyes for a moment, and received the cold and hostile warning gaze from Malcolm which scared him and his face slightly pale.

"No!"

He was so frightened that when he swung the branch again.

Ethel was in so much pain that she was twitching and was almost at her limit.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears. She looked pitifully at Micah who was on the side couch and Keith, weakly pleading for help.

"Micah, Keith, help me ..."

Micah looked cold. There was no trace of extra expression on his face for her cry for help.

Keith looked at her and listened to the creepy sound. Then he chose to look away and ignored it.

Facing with the indifferent brothers, Ethel felt disappointed and smiled contemptuously.

Occasionally, she would muffle a few grunts of pain, but still didn't beg for mercy.

Whoosh-

With the final lashing, the last thick branch in Chad's hand was broken.

He gasped slightly and was a little tired from it. Then he looked back at Lyra and Malcolm, "Lyra, it's done."

"Very well." Lyra's voice sounded cold.

Ethel was clutching her arms in pain and still shaking. Lying on the ground, she was unable to get up. Her hair was drenched with sweat and stuck to her face, without the pretty look on the stage before.

Fifteen stepped forward and yanked her up stiffly so she could kneel.

Her petite body was covered in wounds, but she was resilient, not letting herself really fall down.

She knew it was Lyra's intention to frustrate her and give her a hard time.

Lyra turned her head from Malcolm's arms, gazing at her. Her face was still cool and haughty.

Family status was clear at a glance.

Lyra asked, "About dad being pushed down by Claudia, Claudia said you instigated her to do it?"

Ethel lowered her eyes, easing the pain in her body. Her face was expressionless, "Right."

Lyra's inner rage surged again, "You're such a brute! That's your father. How dare you put up with it to the point of letting someone push him down the stairs. He's been helping you behind the scenes and spoiling you for so many years. And you don't feel guilty at all?"

Ethel listened to her and laughed. In her weak and painful gaze, she was incomparably cold-blooded, "Why I have to feel guilty? He should have thought of this when he has to give you the inheritance."

"I know he loves me as a daughter in his heart, but this love is no better than loving you. He had been unwilling to get me into the family for so many years. Let me live secretly as an illegitimate daughter. Doesn't he deserve to die?"

Underneath her stunning features was an extremely ruthless heart.

"Don't you have a mercy at all?" Lyra stared at her in anger, "Chad, slap her mouth! Teach her to talk properly!"

"Yes."

Chad lifted up his cuffs and walked over. He raised his hand to slap her hard.

This kind of identity was really quite devastating for gentry families.

She understood a little bit of Ethel's struggle to get rid of her illegitimate daughter status for so many years, but that was no reason for Ethel to be able to get away with all the evil she had done.

Now that she had done it, she had to pay the right price for her actions.

Micah and Keith, neither of whom had any feelings for Ethel.

For both of them, an existence like an illegitimate daughter, which would destroy the harmony of the family, was distasteful.

Keith stared at Ethel and said bluntly, "You've had a better life than a lot of people. You're greedy. Being an illegitimate daughter is the fact. It's like a mouse getting into a closet and stealing someone else' jewelry. Do you really think you've become a princess since then?"

"You want to take my Rara's place. Do you deserve it?"

His last words were particularly irritating to Ethel, as everyone around her would say so as long as she was compared with Lyra.

She smiled and shook her head, looking across at Lyra again, "You already know. I did all the things. If I can't do it, I will go beg Collin to help me."

"Now that things have come to light. I'm all alone. I don't want to live anyway. When you do the counting, I did commit quite a few crimes, so you can tell Malcolm to send me to the National Investigation Bureau and kill me."

Lyra raised her eyebrows, "Kill you? How pointless that would be!"

She got up from Malcolm's arms and walked over to Ethel, who was kneeling behind the coffee table, and looked at her askance from on high.

"You have the bloodline of the Lloyd family in you. I will not take your life. Death is a relief for you. I will have people torment you day after day, so that you can repent and live in pain!"

The more she said, Lyra eyes looked more chilly. She slightly bent and smiled, "Ethel, do you want to know, what exactly I plan to do with you?"