After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 413

Collin had a rare and different expression. Turning his head to look at him, he did not make a sound, seemingly with a silent question in his eyes.

Thinking of the warn Malcolm had just sent him in a message, Chad continued, "Lyra can discriminate between love and hate. Ethel has hurt her many times. The punishment is what Ethel deserves. You shouldn't come here to plead for mercy."

A plea for mercy?

Collin wrinkled his brows, "She doesn't hurt Ethel's life. It's good enough. I won't beg for mercy. Ethel deserves the punishment."

Standing in the cold rain all night, his voice was a little hoarse when he opened his mouth.

Chad was silent, and seeing that he was thinking straight this time, he went on to say.

"Ethel was sent to the countryside to work as a farmer. After the labors, she'll receive ten lashes and then recite the Buddhist Scriptures on her knees all night. She can't rest until she finishes reading them. That book is perfect for confession of sins. Mr. Collin, what do you think?"

Collin looked at him and quickly understood what he meant, "Malcolm asked you to come here? He's considerate. It's my fault this time. I'm relieved to have him to assist Rara in revitalizing the Lloyd Group in the future."

After saying that, Collin didn't linger any longer, turned around and left Lyre Spiti.

He walked slowly, seemingly because his legs were numb from standing, and he did not walk smoothly.

Chad looked at his back for a while and sighed silently, hoping that he really understood what Malcolm meant and would not fail Malcolm.

"Chad, forget about him. Let's get inside. Mr. Malcolm won't save us breakfast if we're late! Don't you want to eat fried eggs cooked by Mr. Malcolm himself?"

Keira tugged at his hand, pulling him back into his thoughts.

The two entered Lyre Spiti at a leisurely pace and came to dine.

At noon.

Lyra huddled in Malcolm's arms, enjoying his robust chest.

Then she watched TV while eating the orange hand-fed by Malcolm.

This year's orange was particularly sweet and juicy.

Once Lyra ate it, she couldn't stop it.

But Malcolm knew what to do, and after personally feeding her the third orange, he stopped in time.

Lyra reluctantly pursed her red lips and stared at him, "I don't eat enough. I want more."

"No."

On this matter, Malcolm was very determined, "Orange contains too much sugar. Pregnant women should not eat too much. It's not good for the body."

"But, I still want to eat ..."

Lyra had been particularly anorexic lately. She wanted to vomit when she smelt grease and spice, and her sense of smell was extra sensitive, so she was not happy when she had some fruits she liked to eat.

Malcolm wouldn't help her peel, so she would do it herself.

She got up from Malcolm's arms to get the orange on the coffee table, and Malcolm took the fruit basket and went into the kitchen without looking back. And then he closed the door tightly behind him as he came out.

"You're going too far! I just ate three today! Now you're in charge of me, and you're doing it with ease, aren't you?"

Malcolm was wronged, "If you don't avoid eating it now, you might not feel well tomorrow."

For orange, he abhorred, "I don't know if this thing is with addictive things. From yesterday to today, you like it so much and is completely obsessed. Tomorrow I'll let the whole country's orange off the shelves!

Hearing him threaten to take orange off the shelves, Lyra was furious.

She was pregnant with the babies, often vomited, lost appetite, and felt drowsy. With all kinds of expectant reactions, she had felt so tired and aggrieved. Now she wanted to eat a few more, but Malcolm actually obstructed into this!

Driven by anger, she rushed forward, grabbed Malcolm's arm, rolled up his sleeve, and bit him viciously on the wrist.

"Hiss ..."

Malcolm hissed in pain and didn't duck, obediently letting her vent out her anger, "If biting me will make you obey, it's worth it."

Malcolm walked over to her and sat down to glance at the contents of her tablet. Quickly, he understood the significance of Collin's practice.

"He has too much power in Crana. He's doing this to tell you that he's genuinely repenting and throwing away all the power that will be a threat to you. And you can feel free to deal with Ethel. And later, he can't control it."

Lyra turned off the news and her tablet without saying anything.

A little later, Harvey made a phone call.

"Miss Lyra, Mr. Collin refuses to sign the succession. He said the Lloyd Group is better in your hands. Can you come back the Lloyd Manor this afternoon to sign this?"

"I won't go there. Bring the documents to Lyre Spiti and I'll sign it over here."

Since Collin didn't want it and voluntarily returned it to her, she wouldn't pretend to be humble with him and she would sign it as soon as she could!

"Okay!"

After hanging up the phone with Harvey, Malcolm deliberately lifted his cuffs to reveal the wrist of the teeth marks scars, and showed it to Lyra.

"Rara, it's bleeding. It hurts... I want you to huff ..."

Lyra looked at him expressionlessly, and finally, under his aggrieved expression, she couldn't hold back of being soft-hearted and helped him huff on the wound.

When Lyra looked at this wound, she was shocked. It was really severe. How did she bite it just now?

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hurt you. I don't know what's wrong with me lately. I'm always in a restless mood. Sometimes I can't control it."

She always felt that this physical reaction was not like a good sign.

Malcolm quickly turned serious, "Tomorrow morning, we'll go to the hospital and check it out."

Lyra nodded and looked over at his wrist with distress as she continued to help him with huffing.

Hopefully, she was overthinking it and her health was not in serious trouble.