The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 204

Her reason was overturned again and again. Looking down at the black box, her hands suddenly were trembling uncontrollably.

She handed the box of ashes back to Chad. And she was still biting her lower lip and shaking her head with a sneer.

"I don't believe it. If you have the guts, you can get him to come and talk to me in person!"

"Miss..."

"Get out!"

Lyra berated and took a step back. Then she shut the door heavily, isolating everyone.

She inhaled deeply and tried to calm her mind, attempting to find her sanity.

Just sitting on the couch, she saw the pile of sticky notes she had just taken down.

She picked them up again and read them carefully.

And on that day before getting on the car, he pulled her into his arms and hugged her very tightly. At that time she did not pay attention. Now that she thought about it and recalled that his eyes that day seemed a little red ...

He knew this day would come, so long before she left Frayton, he was ready to meet her for the last time?

But ...

She didn't see his body.

She didn't believe it! It was absolutely impossible!

Nineteen was not at the villa because he followed Chad and the others to the crematorium. Now he was back.

When he was called in by Lyra, he still had the look of sadness on his face.

Lyra just sat on the couch, no grief, no tears but cold.

When Nineteen was standing in front of her, she got up sharply and slapped him in his face viciously.

"Ah ..."

Nineteen was caught off guard and stumbled backwards. The corner of his mouth was broken and there was blood oozing out.

He did not dare to wipe it, compressed his lips and stood in a disciplined manner, bearing Lyra's anger.

"If that makes you feel better, then you can kill me. I'm drowning in guilt for getting Mr. Melvin killed! I'll feel better if I can die in your hands."

Lyra looked at him askance and saw him crying before she slowly withdrew her hand and sat back on the couch.

"What's going on?"

"I was actually sent to spy on you, but I can't lay a hand on you. They didn't want to let me go and they gave me an ultimatum three days ago to lure you to the abandoned warehouse. This was known to Mr. Melvin. He asked me not to tell you. And he went there for you."

The more he said, the more loudly he cried until he could not control himself, "I didn't expect ... him to go and never come back. I'm sorry!"

"Did he ... have anything to say to me before the accident?"

Nineteen thought for a moment, "No."

Lyra pursed her lips and lowered her eyes slightly. And her face was somewhat disoriented.

Nineteen was heartbroken to see her like this, "It's all my fault. Miss, you can beat me! Don't hold back. Just let it out if you feel bad!"

"Get out."

"Miss ..."

"Fuck off."

Nineteen could not persuade her, so he had to leave her alone for calming down.

The living room's window was open and the wind blew in, which was a little chilly. And Lyra's face was all icy cold.

She stared at the pile of sticky notes on the table, but Melvin, who liked to pretend to be aggrieved and vulnerable, flashed back in her mind.

He was always cold and indifferent before.

But now whenever she thought about it, it was all about his pitiful expression, and she can't even remember what he used to be like?

Thinking of this, Lyra rushed up to the third floor and took down the box that was placed on top of the cabinet in the room and sealed.

"Where's the group photo? Where's the wedding photo!? they were here!"

She rummaged through the mess and finally found the wedding photo under the box. Only half of which was left, with only her smiling face.

Melvin's part was cut off by her own hand when she decided to take revenge on the Freeman family.

She pinched her knuckles and opened the phone album with her shaking hands.

However, he can not find a picture of the man she had been married to for three years, and had loved for six years ...

The only thing that remained was a recording.

And it was thunderous in the day of the funeral, which was cold and cloudy as well.

A pouring rain came down mercilessly, giving the whole Frayton a gloomy air.

In front of the cemetery, mangy black umbrellas stood in the rain. Looking from afar, they were cold and horrifying.

Not many people came here but the Freeman family's close relatives and some business close partners. They all came to mourn their loss.

Fiona hugged her son's ash box and cried. Her tears had been dried up in the past three days. If she did not hold on to it to arrange her son's funeral, she was afraid she had collapsed.

Sheila also sobbed uncontrollably, calling out to her brother over and over again.

It was full of heavy sadness.

Under the tree outside the cemetery, Lyra was in a black dress without makeup. Her eyes were red but calm, watching closely the situation in the cemetery.

Several bodyguards went inside to pay their respects to Melvin.

Lyra did not have an umbrella. Although she was standing under the tree, her whole body was wet by the heavy rain. Her slim figure was lonely and proud, but not wretched.

Keith noticed her with a sharp eye and approached her with a black umbrella.

Seeing that her lips were pale in cold, Keith was very distressed and took off his jacket to put it on her.

Lyra blocked with her hands and refused to let him do so.

"Lyra, he's gone. Why are you torturing yourself? You'll get sick if you keep this up. If he's still around, he definitely doesn't want to see you feeling guilty and blaming yourself."

Only when she heard the last word did Lyra drop her hands and let Keith wrap her with the jacket tightly.

Keith helped her stroke the wet hair off her cheek and sighed, "He's going to be buried soon. Do you want to go and have a last word with him?"

Lyra lowered her eyes and didn't speak or come forward.

In the cemetery, with Melvin's official burial, a lawyer in a suit suddenly appeared and handed Fiona two envelopes with Melvin's last words.

"Mrs. Freeman, Mr. Melvin asked me to give it to you on the day of his burial. I hope you can open it at once and read it alone."

The tears on Fiona's face were not dry. Her fingers were trembling to take the letters. One was for but the other was without name.

She opened the first letter.

However, all her grief gradually froze when she read the contents of that letter.