The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 393

One hour later.

Various hot opinions about Cody on the internet were subjected to a round of cleansing.

The National Investigation Bureau's official notice of punishment clarified for Cody that he was just drunk and was taken advantage of to take photos to blackmail money.

Fans of Cody online saw this message and instantly became strong-willed.

"I told you my Cody would never do such a thing! Those people are just jealous of my Cody's popularity!"

"Thanks for returning my Cody's innocence. Those trollers who do not know the truth and still take the side, come out and apologize!"

Lyra was sitting in the car back to Lyre Spiti. She was checking her phone for new headlines and was pleased with the way the incident had petered out.

Thinking of the old Mr. Carver, Lyra made a phone call personally the next day just after she arrived at Angle Group.

She persuade him in various methods.

She also used her job as the Angle Group's agent as an excuse, and said that Cody's schedule was full recently, so she was afraid Cody won't be able to return to Frayton for a while.

The old Mr. Carver couldn't beat him anyone, so he had to give up.

After dealing with the recent difficult matters at hand, Lyra leaned back in her chair and let out a long breath.

But she relaxed her thoughts for just two seconds and soon continued to be on high alert again.

Tomorrow, she would return to the Lloyd Manor. Not knowing what unknown things awaited her, she must do some early preparation.

With that in mind, she called Micah.

The call was quickly answered.

Lyra was concise and to the point, "Micah, I seem to have forgotten something from 15 years ago. Do you have any psychotropic drugs that can make me remember something?"

Micah had always been stable and aloof, but after hearing her words, he rarely retorted her, "You're carrying two babies in your belly! How can you ask me for medicine? Don't you ever think about the babies?"

"Hmm..."

Lyra was sweating, "I'm just asking. You always have a way."

"There is no way that psychotropic drugs or treatments are appropriate and not harmful for your current physical condition."

After thinking about it, he felt that Rara was not such an imprudent person and asked, "What is the important thing that you forgot?"

Lyra nodded, "Yes, it's important." It concerned the beginning and end of the non-stop assassination she had been subjected to all these years.

Micah sighed, "Rara, nothing is as important as the babies in your belly right now."

She stroked her stomach and sighed softly. And she was about to share her recent suspicions with Micah when someone was knocking on the office door suddenly.

And the knocking was very rapid.

It was Eleven who was at the door. His tone was anxious and a bit weepy, "Miss! Something big has happened!"

Lyra's phone had not yet hung up when she heard Eleven, "Your father suddenly fell down the stairs at noon today! You should come back with me to take a look!"

As he finished his words, Lyra's phone was hung up by Micah's end without warning.

It looked like Micah had just learned of this news too.

Lyra gave her an icy glance and headed into the room. When brushing past her, she paused and her voice sounded indifferent.

"How long do you plan to pretend? Are you planning to wait until tomorrow when I sign the inheritance and then surprise me? But I've already guessed the answer. I'm afraid you won't be able to see my incredibly surprised expression if you want to."

Ethel lowered her beautiful eyes, looked like she had everything under her control.

"Miss Lyra there's no need to wait until tomorrow, but I'm sure you'll be surprised nonetheless."

With what she said, she meant something and went downstairs.

Lyra watched her back disappeared around the corner of the stairs and chose to go in first to see how her dad was doing.

In the room, Reginald's eyes were closed and peaceful with an oxygen mask. There a heart rate monitor on the bedside table, he was having an intravenous drip. And thick and white bandages were wrapped around his head.

Although the oxygen mask covered half of his face, it could not conceal his pale face, which was full of signs of age.

Claudia was sitting in the chair next to him, and when she saw Lyra enter, she rolled her eyes twice and didn't have a good look.

Lyra went over and sat on the edge of the bed. Resting her father's hand in her own, she gently stroked his rough skin, and spoke to Claudia, "Go out. I want to be alone with my dad."

Claudia grunted coldly, said nothing, turned her head and walked away.

When she left, Lyra said, "Dad, I had a quarrel with you before because you wanted to marry Claudia. But actually I don't blame you in my heart. Mom died so long ago. You always need someone to keep you company. I understand you."

"But Claudia is not a good woman. You've always been in a wheelchair and pushed by her, so how come you suddenly fell down the stairs this time?"

"Dad, isn't Claudia?"