After divorce I am a billionaire

Half an hour later.

Lyra and Malcolm went back to the Lloyd Manor together at Anning Hill.

Micah and Keith hadn't arrived yet. And Kathleen was pacing back and forth in front of the door, seemingly waiting for them.

As soon as she saw them get out of the car, Kathleen immediately ran over, "Lyra, you're finally back.” Noticing her red eyes, Lyra smoothed her mind and asked, "How's dad?" Kathleen shook her head, "It's not good. The doctor said it's just last two days. But still, we'll wait Micah." "Okay." Several people entered the villa quickly.

The door of Reginald's bedroom was opened, and there was a man sitting in front of the bed.

Lyra hadn't seen Collin for seven or eight days.

This time when she saw him, he had completely changed.

He was much thinner. The skin was also rougher than before. And he had beard, looking more haggard and mature.

At the age of thirty-something, he looked ten years older by the torments of past few days.

Lyra didn't know what he'd been through lately, and didn't want to know.

"You go out first. | want to talk to dad and don't want to see you." Her tone was cold and unemotional, as if she was really talking to a stranger.

Collin lowered his eyes, didn't say anything, and silently got up to leave.

Even though he braced himself and acted as if nothing was wrong, Lyra was keenly aware that he wasn't walking smoothly as he passed by.

His knees? With that in mind, she called out to Collin, "Are you sure you've been at the hall kneeling and reading the Buddhist Scriptures?" Collin's body lurched and opened his mouth to explain.

But he could not open his mouth, finally said nothing and left the room.

Kathleen came in and explained in a whisper, "Lyra, his voice is hoarse and he has been unable to pronounce for days. Lately, he has been copying the Buddhist Scriptures by hand. Sometimes he doesn't eat all day long." Lyra listened quietly and was silent for a long time, never saying anything.

Kathleen noticed her cold expression and just sighed, "I'm going to go wait for Micah and Keith at the door. You can stay with dad for a while." "Okay." When she was gone, Lyra sat down on the edge of Reginald's bed, picked up his wrinkled hand, placed it on her face, and stroked it gently.

"Mel, you go out too. | want to talk to my dad alone.” Malcolm understood and nodded to leave, helping her close the door.

Once out of the bedroom, Malcolm went to find Collin.

Collin was holding the railing and was descending the stairs.

Out of sight of Lyra, he didn't cover up anymore, taking each step hard and slow.

The floor tiles of the hall were cold and hard. Sometimes he knelt for a whole day so his knees were swollen badly.

Yesterday, the doctor just came and said that he might have the rheumatism problem in the future.

Malcolm stood on the stairs and watched quietly for a while, noticing that he was sweating and just going down one flight of stairs.

As he took a deep breath and prepared to continue down to the first floor, Malcolm held his arm from behind.

"You've done to atone for your sins, why didn't you choose to tell Rara?" Collin turned around and looked at him.

Would it help to tell her? He grew up with her together and he knew her temper too well.

Even if he was too sick to get up, as long as he told her this, she would feel that it was a bitter trick that would only backfire.

He withdrew his gaze, let go of Malcolm's hand and continued down the stairs.

Malcolm didn't stop and just said coldly, "Rara can't see what you're doing now with her own eyes. Even if she can, she won't believe it." "Although a lot of it was done by Ethel, Collin, you are the one who hurt her the most. You owe her a sincere apology, but you don't know how to apologize at all.” Collin listened and continued down the stairs in silence.

Malcolm stared at his back and shook his head helplessly.

The cut on the left hand from peeling fruit was a little painful.

He then remembered the injury on his hand, went downstairs to a servant, disinfected it and took an inconspicuous band-aid to wrap it.

Two hours later.

Micah and Collin came back one after another.

As soon as Micah came back, he immediately went to Reginald's room to do a thorough examination.

Lyra was right there with him, helping out now and then.

After a tense half of an hour, Micah helped Lyra and the two went downstairs together.

Collin, Keith, Kathleen and Malcolm were all sitting on the couch in the hall and waiting.

When the two came down, Kathleen immediately got up and asked, "Micah, how's it going? Is there any hope?" Micah lowered his eyes and shook his head, solemnly stating the examination results, "Because of the last fall, there has congestion in his intracranial cavity that can not be removed. Now the bruising block has spread, affecting the central nerve. His brain will soon die. Dad is old and already weak. Even if | perform the surgery, there is no possibility of survival.” After these words, the whole hall had a very heavy atmosphere.

Lyra's feet were so weak that she nearly fell.

Malcolm immediately rushed up and took her into his arms to soothe her.

Her chest was heaving. In Malcolm's arms, she clutched at Malcolm's chest with her right hand.

For the sake of the babies in her belly, she forcibly suppressed her sadness to the extreme.

This silent and sad atmosphere lasted for a long time in the hall.

Until Lyra’s violent voice came, "Ethel Lloyd! If dad dies, | want you to be buried with him!" Countryside.

Ethel had been very quiet for a while since she was caught seducing Keagan last time.

Twelve and Fifteen’s wariness of her was reduced a bit.

Cerys did not deliberately make things difficult for her.

Anyway, Ethel hurt her legs when kneeling, and there was no worry about what she might do.

But it was in this situation that Ethel was still thinking about escaping.

In the afternoon, she was working in the field. It suddenly rained heavily and quickly.

Usually, when laboring during the day, Twelve and Fifteen went to catch up on their sleep and didn't keep an eye on her. It was raining and Cerys ran to a tree to take shelter from the rain.

Ethel was left alone in the field to get wet.

Ethel wanted to hold on for a while. This kind of rain that came very quickly usually cleared up in half an hour.

But today, it didn't.

The rain continued for several hours, like a cry of injustice, which was unrelenting.

Ethel was a little overwhelmed.

Cerys felt that the rain was evil, and even though she was hiding under a tree, she was inevitably drenched by the downpour.

She had no choice but to lead Ethel to terminate her labor early and go back to change clothes first.

Anyway, dinner time was almost here. After eating, it was time for Ethel to be whipped.

The two walked in one after the other.

Back at the house, Keagan was waiting at the door and had a towel in hand attentively.

When he saw Cerys coming, he offered to go over and dry his mother's face from the rain.

Cerys looked at him with some curiosity and smiled, "When did my son become so well behaved?" Keagan laughed a little unnaturally.

Ethel had little expression and was helping herself to clean her wet hair when suddenly heard a muffled sound from the front.

It was Cerys who passed out and fell into Keagan's arms.

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