The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 325

But now that Lyra had made up her mind, there was no room for regret except to persuade them!

She bit her lower lip. Her tears slid down from her cheeks , and she complained with a sobbing voice.

"My life is important, but Malcolm's life is not? He became like this because of me. If it wasn't for him, I would be the one lying in the hospital bed now. How can you be so heartless to him?"

The three men fell into silence at the same time.

Keith was most aware of the things in Frayton, and Irene's birthday party some time ago. He had communicated with Malcolm, and liked his honesty.

He felt guilty and got up to try to pull Lyra, "Rara, Get up first. These things ... you always have to give Collin and Micah a little time to think about it."

Lyra refused his assistance.

There was still plenty of time for Collin and Micah, but not much for Malcolm.

She was assertive and took two steps in Collin's direction on her knees.

"He lost his parents when he was a child. He was raised by the old Mr. White. Malcolm grew up in solitude. Unlike me, I have the love of my brothers and mom and dad. I was spoiled by the whole family and grew up in love."

"So he cherishes the love given by the people around him, and he always gave me his heart and soul, without reservation. He's deeply afraid that I will not want him,"

"He found out that he would not live long. And he never thought of relying on me by virtue of a favor, but afraid that I would be sad and upset. He's planning to find a place to die quietly. If I didn't find the clue myself, I am afraid that I am still in the dark now."

"Collins! In my life, I will never meet another man who loves me wholeheartedly like him. If he dies, my heart will die with him! Now he is sick. If you still love me, you can accept him and help him!"

"Please believe me. I am no longer a child. This time I will protect myself and come back safely with the super virus serum! You guys just think of me as going on an adventure. I won't let anything happen to me."

Micah and Keith sighed, shook their heads, and looked to Collin who was the boss who can make the call.

Collin lowered his eyes. His face looked complicated, and he hesitated to give an answer.

"Collin, I beg you!"

Lyra accentuated her tone. On her small face with tear marks, there were sadness and determination that could not be concealed.

Seeing Collin still hesitating, she bent down and was about to kowtow.

Noticing this, Collin stepped forward to hold her and stop her from kowtowing.

His beloved sister cried, begged, knelt and kowtowed in front of him. It was impossible that he was not moved at all.

Collin compromised, "I promise you. You can do what you can rest assured. We three will help you in the rear, so you can have no worries. But we have to make a deal. If you really can not get the serum, you must come back. Your safety is the most important thing. Don't push yourself! Not to take any extreme measures!"

"Collin ..."

Lyra hugged him and cried bitterly in his arms, showing her vulnerable side without reservation.

She cried very mournfully, making her brothers heart-ached. Then their eyes turned red as well.

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After a big cry, Lyra quickly regained her senses and calmly assigned posts to her brothers.

Keith went to the ward to learn how to take care of Malcolm.

Micah found Dr. Jimmy. He looked at Malcolm's diagnosis report, and followed up with ways to treat his eyes.

Collin went to arrange for manpower and quietly placed a number of protection posts around Lyre Spiti.

Lyra dried her tears and fixed her makeup. When she exited from the parlor, she found Chad.

Even though her makeup was still delicate, Chad noticed her red eyes that she couldn't even cover up. Obviously, she cried.

"I can't sleep, so I'll stay with him for a while and maybe I'll be able to sleep."

"All right, I'll leave you alone." Keith stopped talking and got up to go out, closing the door for her.

Malcolm was still asleep in the bed.

Although he was not awake, his brows were tightly knitted, as if there was some kind of inseparable sorrow.

Lyra carefully lifted the quilt and lay in, moving him into her arms and gently smoothing his brows with her fingertips.

Like finding a familiar smell, Malcolm involuntarily burrowed into her arms, but frowned more tightly.

Lyra rubbed the back of his head and patiently kissed his brows, gently soothing, "I'm here. I'm here to sleep with you."

He clutched at her coat. His low voice was dreamily murmuring, "Don't go...don't promise Anthony. Don't marry him. Rara, don't ..."

"No, I will only marry you. You are the only one I will recognize in my life. And my name Lyra Lloyd will only be written in your marriage certificate." She pressed her face to his forehead and repeated it over and over again tirelessly.

Smelling her nice odor, Malcolm's frown gradually relaxed and he slept peacefully.

Lyra maintained a half-leaning position on the bed and also fell asleep.

A few hours later, it was just after dawn.

Chad wanted to knock on the door, but he was afraid that the noise would wake Malcolm up and she wouldn't be able to leave.

He lightened his movements and silently pushed open the door to see a warm scene on the bed.

He had no choice but to be a great evil.