The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 738

Chapter 738 Spencer is going to do bad things

Lyra tapped the tip of her little nose and said angrily, "Knowing your daddy would be jealous, you deliberately ask me such a question."

"Um... I'm curious~"

In the luxury car, Lyra and Molly sat in the back seat. It was Charles who asked a driver to drive this morning.

After all, there was an outsider in the car, so Molly deliberately asked such a question.

But Lyra didn't think about it at all. There was only one answer.

"Of course it's because of you, because you said she rescued you and you like her very much, I want to meet her."

"Bingo! You're right!" Molly smiled like a little angel, "You're very wise to avoid a storm from Daddy!"

Lyra pouted, "He doesn't dare."

Molly covered her mouth, "That's your husband!"

"Yeah, you're great." Lyra was relieved.

Molly was complimented very happily, and the whole car was filled with laughter from them.

...

Lyra personally took Molly to kindergarten, and Malcolm took Spencer to the laboratory for infusion.

In the ward.

A doctor prepared an infusion bottle and medical equipment, and pushed in the door with a medical tray.

Spencer had been using an indwelling needle because of the long-term infusion.

The indwelling needle should be changed every three days at most. Otherwise the needle hole will be easily infected and deviate from the blood vessel.

Today was the day for a new needle.

Spencer sighed softly when he saw the new indwelling needle in the tray from a distance.

"I'm five years old. When can I stop infusion? The back of my hand is blue. I'm afraid I will change the place next time."

Malcolm was distressed to hear it, and silently helped him peel the fruit.

The doctor coaxed, "Be good. The needle is just like being bitten by an ant. It doesn't hurt."

"Well, I'm used to it." Spencer raised his eyebrows arrogantly, and handed out his arm without any timidity.

Because the indwelling needle had been stuck into the flesh for several days, it will be very painful when it was removed.

It was better to have short, sharp pains than long, dull pains. The doctor pulled out the needle very quickly.

Spencer just frowned slightly and looked out of the window with disdain. Compared with the little kids who cried every time they got an injection, he was unbelievably calm.

Seeing Malcolm sitting next to him peeling fruit, he started driving him away.

"Daddy, isn't you busy in the company? Or bureau? You don't have to watch me here!"

Malcolm could feel his visible unhappiness, "You think I'm an eyesore sitting next to you?"

Spencer smiled with frowning, which looked extra kind.

"How come? If you're willing to accompany me, I'm very happy."

Malcolm nimbly peeled the fruit and said slowly, "I have a day off today to accompany you to infuse. I won't go anywhere."

Spencer grinned, feeling heartbroken.

"Then Daddy, go accompany Molly. Since she changed to a new kindergarten, you haven't picked her up yet, right? It doesn't matter if I'm the only one here. I'm used to it and will not be lonely."

Malcolm didn't look up. No one knew what he was thinking.

After a long time, he finally finished peeling the fruit. He cut out a small half of a peach and handed it to Spencer.

Spencer took it obediently, "Thank you, Daddy."

Taking a bite of the peach, it was crunchy, sweet and delicious.

"Daddy, cut out all the peaches and put them on a plate. I will remember to eat them later. Chad and Anthony are probably cleaning the toilet in the laboratory at the moment. If you're bored, you can also visit them."

He sounded very empathetic.

Malcolm frowned, and gave his precious son a strange look, "Why do I feel that you are very unhappy with me staying here and want to drive me away?"

Malcolm stroked his son's small head, and his deep voice was very gentle, "Then let him owe the last request first. When you figure it out, you will ask him to pay the debt."

Spencer nodded.

His face was a miniature version of Malcolm's, which was delicate and handsome.

The harmonious picture of father and son was particularly eye-catching.

Malcolm opened the bedside table drawer to get the math Olympiad quiz.

"Do you want to do the quiz? I will accompany you."

"Okay."

Getting his answer in the affirmative, Malcolm adjusted the bed higher so that Spencer could sit a little higher, put the railing horizontally up, and took out the quiz and pencils.

As soon as he started it, Spencer put everything behind him and concentrated on the quiz.

Malcolm rested his chin in one hand, sat on the edge of the bed, accompany him to review the quiz, but didn't say the answer.

Watching his son clearly write out his problem-solving ideas step by step, he felt very proud.

Knock knock --

Someone was knocking on the closed ward door.

Spencer paused. His face changed slightly, and he grabbed Malcolm's hand, "Daddy, this person must have gone to the wrong ward. Don't open the door."

Malcolm observed his expression.

Although Spencer was a little scheming and often did tricks, he was not very good at lying.

This was clearly an act of guilt.

"Who's out there? Do you know it?"

Spencer lowered his head. "No, I don't know..."

Malcolm was suspicious, but got up and walked over to open the door.