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"Yes, yes, I'm sorry. It's my first tto pass on a message. Please don't take it personally.” Tom originally relied on the fact that he was Travis's man and didn't put the two in his sights.

Who knew that Malcolm did not say anything. And Lyra directly berated him who was dumbfounded by the fierce and looked at Malcolm's back in a much more respectful way.

Lyra was defending for him, and Malcolm was so happy that he just played nice, "I'll be back in two hours from the drip." "Okay." Tom added before he left, "Miss Lloyd is your fiancée, so if it's convenient, you can cback to the hall together too." "Hmm." Malcolm answered softly, and when the door closed again, he was about to put his head in Lyra's arms again when his cheek was grabbed by Lyra's fingers.

"Hiss! Rara don't..." He could bear the pain and his features were distorted, not hiding.

Lyra felt helpless and her hand unconsciously loosened, "OK, Malcolm, you're mean enough. Letplay tough and you play good?" "No, you're the one who's protecting me, and I'm happy." Lyra then let go and her thumb gently rubbed his slightly pinched red face for him.

Malcolm was content to enjoy her affection.

Thinking about Travis, he turned a serious face in a second, "Rara, I'll take you back to Lloyd's Parlor first later. You don't have to go over to the hall." "Why?" Lyra's tone was light, "I'm your fiancée. It's known all over. | did it last night. There's no reason | couldn't have been there.

Although your family couldn't do anything to me, I just want to see the fun." Malcolm hooked the tip of her nose with his finger, "Okay, since you want to go, let's go together.” After the drip, Lyra helped him change into a shirt, then a suit.

The hickey marks all over his body were too conspicuous, especially on his neck, and he can't even cover them up, like he was bullied.

Lyra regretted it a little.

She should have known she should have been more restrained and more gentle! She found a scarf to put on Malcolm.

Malcolm was incredulous, "Rara, it's almost summer and you're wrappingin a wool scarf?" "You just undergo the surgery. You should have recuperated for a few days. Because of Travis, you have to go back and to put on the scarf. Don't catch a cold.” Okay.

Malcolm gave in and allowed her to put on the scarf. Then she helped him put on leather gloves and wrap him up tightly.

Their fingers were interlocked and they went to the White Manor together.

At the hall, everyone was seated properly. Ryan, Albert and Sylvia were all present, except for Malcolm's aunt Alice White and Travis.

Because Malcolm hadn't arrived yet, no one in the room spoke.

The wall was hang on with the photos of deceased elders of the White family.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

The old Mr. White was in the main seat. He lowered his head, sipping tea without saying a word.

Malcolm and Lyra walked in hand in hand as if no one was there.

As soon as they entered, all the people, except the old Mr. White, stood up and respectfully said, "Malcolm." Malcolm nodded and the rest of the people sat down.

"Grandpa." "Rudolph." The two walked up to the old Mr. White and spoke in unison.

Lyra's voice was sweet and soothing to the old Mr. White's ears.

Especially when he saw that the two of them cin holding hands, the old Mr. White couldn't help but give his grandson an extra look.

Good boy! Only the day before yesterday, she made a fuss about withdrawing from the marriage, and today he was done with the person.

He deserved to his most prized grandson! "Good kids, I'm good. Cand sit down." After the two were seated, Malcolm began to ask in a deep voice, "Uncle calledback in such a hurry. What's the big deal?" Ryan got up and bowed slightly towards the old man before he began to say.

"Late last night, someone avoided surveillance, sneaked over the wall into Travis's villa. This person knocked out the bodyguards, and attacked Travis. Using methods that were vicious. If not for a bodyguard who woke up early and saved Travis from blood loss, Travis would have been dead by now!" He said, looking viciously at Lyra who had an unconcerned look on her face.

Malcolm listened with little expression, "Where is Travis?" "He was badly injured and is still unconscious. But he wasn't unconscious when the bodyguard saved him last night. Saying that his attackers were Miss Lloyd, Malcolm's fiancée, and Chad, a subordinate of Malcolm." Ryan looked at the old man with a pained face and squeezed two tears out of his eyes, "Dad, I'm here today to ask for justice.

Can he do whatever he wants and hurts his relatives at will?" Malcolm's face was cold, arrogant and misanthropic.

He was about to get up and speak when he suddenly turned pale, endured pain, and subconsciously covered the injury to his chest.

Lyra reached out and gave him a hand, "What's wrong?" He looked over at her with a wan face and shushed her, "The wound ... is torn." Last night it was so intense that he did not tear his wound. Now he was crying out in pain? Lyra knew what he had in mind and her gaze was gentle, "You just finished surgery. Your body is still very weak. Talk less, and letspeak for you." Ryan was disgruntled, "Miss Lloyd, you're not the Whites, so if you're here to observe, forget it. It doesn't seem appropriate to be involved in the speeches of our the White family events." Lyra ignored him and got up to face the old Mr. White. Her voice was soft.

"Rudolph, I am Mel's fiancée. Naturally I'm also considered as half of the Whites. Mel he is seriously injured and should not talk much. | did have a hand in what happened last night. | will by the way speak again in his place. Is that okay?" Her phrase "half of the Whites" amused the old Mr. White.

"Of course you can. Don't worry and say it boldly. Withand you Mel, no one dares to bully you." "Thank you Rudolph." Lyra smiled sweetly.

She turned her head and looked back at Ryan, "I admit | did have something to do with what happened last night, but ..." Before Lyra could finish her words, Ryan cut her off.

"l admire Miss Lloyd's direct admission, but how can you, as Malcolm's fiancée, sneak into Travis’ bedroom late at night? It's too unruly if others people know it!" Sylvia tried to stand up for Lyra, but her father Albert held her back.

Lyra smiled as everyone looked at her differently.

Ryan didn't understand: "What are you laughing at?" "Even my dog knows to squat down and listen carefully when the master is talking. Is it very rude for Ryan, who is in his forties, not to understand that it is very rude to interrupt others?" As soon as Lyra finished, she turned back to Malcolm and quietly winked at him in a voluptuous way.

Malcolm's whole heart was melted by her.

"You!" Ryan was furious that she dared to call him a dog! The smile of Lyra was very simple, a look of innocence. If Ryan fusses about it with the the younger generation, he seemed to be petty.

Sylvia laughed out loud in the midst of the solemn atmosphere, which was extremely out of place.

All eyes instantly turned to her. She coughed twice in embarrassment and lowered her head, "I'm sorry, | couldn't hold back.” The old man stomped his cane and directed his attention back, "Lyra, go on." "Last night, although | had something to do with it, | just sent Chad to fix Travis. | myself was in the hospital to accompany Mel. | don't know why Ryan knew | went into Travis's bedroom. You have to offer conclusive evidence." Ryan: "Even if you don't admit to sneaking into Travis' room last night, it's a fact that you sent someone to hurt him, and you admitted it." "Yes, but why don't you askwhy | fixed? Yesterday Mel went on a mission. Travis had a bad intention and sent people to pass the message that | withdraw the marriage, causing Mel to almost die. Late at night, he was in the operating room. Travis shouldn't be beaten up?" He did bad things bu was justified.

After listening to what she said, the other Whites surprisingly thought it kinda made sense.

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