After divorce I am a billionaire

Lyra walked up to Micah and asked immediately, "Micah, how did it go?" Micah's expression was grim. Without saying a word, he handed Lyra the personally written test A few large words in bright red at the lower right corner of a paper caught Lyra's attention.

It was ritten by: half sib kinship.

Lyra didn't know much about medical jargon, but she knew exactly what the words stood for.

"Micah, that means my DNA matches to Anne's?" Micah nodded, "Yes, based on the results of my testing for three times, you're in half-sister relationship." Anne Windsor was indeed Ethel Lloyd.

With the solid evidence, Ethel's sophistry was useless.

Taking the result, Lyra was not surprised but just satisfied, "Thanks Micah." Micah: "No problem, but ... since we're sure that Anne is our illegitimate sister, Rara, what are you going to do?" Lyra's expression was cold and the words "illegitimate sister"were disgusting to her.

"Settle it in private based on family rules. This time, | will not give her any chance to turn over." Micah remained silent and always supported her in any decision.

Abigail was as abhorrent to the existence of illegitimate children as Lyra was, and she was very supportive of Lyra's efforts to fix the illegitimate sister.

It was already 3:00 p.m. Lyra smiled, which was slightly sarcastic, "Anne Windsor's good days of posturing will soon come to an end. Micah, Abigail, do you want to go to the villa together with me and have a look?" Micah and Abigail looked at each other, and were happy to watch Lyra fixing the scheming bitch.

The three left Micah's villa together and had just reached the door when Lyra's cell phone rang.

Surprisingly, it was Charles.

This was the first time Charles called her. She stopped walking and was suspicious but uneasy to answer the phone.

"Charles, what's wrong? Does something happen to Spencer and Momo?" Charles sounded anxious, They are fine. It's Mr. Rudolph. He suddenly fainted during tea time and is now unconscious. The medical team of the White family are all present. Mr. Rudolph has an accident and Mr. Malcolm is not in Suham. The whole White family will be in chaos. Please quickly come back.

Lyra instantly had a serious expression, "Okay, I'll be right back." After hanging up the phone, she calmly looked at Abigail, "Abigail, please go to find Kathleen, and ask her to make sure to keep an eye on Anne Windsor in the basement. I'll go to deal with the White family first. And I'll come back to fix Anne when | have time. " "Okay, don't worry." After receiving Abigail's affirmative answer, she looked at Micah, "Micah, come with me. Although the medical team of White family are consisted of all elites in the medical field, in this regard, the only person I trust most is you." Micah nodded without any hesitation.

The trio parted and Abigail went to the Collin's villa, while Lyra drove to the White Mansion with Micah.

At the old White's bedroom, there were many people who were the elders and offspring the clan. It almost became chaotic.

Charles pushed his way through the crowd and approached the bed with Lyra and Micah in tow.

Recently, because of his great-grandchildren, Rudolph was very happy. However, with this coma, he seemed to instantly age a lot.

Lyra asked the medical team, "Why did he suddenly fall ill? He was fine last night." Dr. Mckee in the medical team came forward and said, "Mr. Rudolph already has high blood pressure and high blood sugar. We suspect he ate food that was incompatible with the medication he was taking." Lyra tightened her eyebrows, sensing a hint of something amiss.

But there were too many people around him at the moment, and she said nothing, giving way to Micah so that he could sit on the edge of the bed and help Rudolph check his body.

When Micah did the check, the chattering voices were constant outside the door. With his sudden iliness, a lot of people at the the clan were panic.

Lyra scolded with displeasure, "Stop making noises. He just needs to rest. With so many people around, the air quality turns bad.

You guys all leave here. You will be notified it there is any news." Charles took the order and immediately joined the servants to invite a large group of people out and drive them all to the living room downstairs.

Only Travis did not leave, kneeling by the bed and crying with real feelings.

Lyra felt it disgusted when she heard him wailing and sobbing, and glared at him, "What are you crying for? Grandpa is just sick a little bit. Are you cursing him on purpose?" Travis’ frail face looked sorrowful, "How can | curse grandpa? He is the most loving elder of the White family. Seeing him in a coma and still sick, | feel sad." Lyra's face was expressionless.

"Sad is not about crying out. If you really feel guilty in your heart, go to the hall yourself to receive ten times of whipping. | think grandpa should feel your sincerity better." Travis' cries stopped and he looked up indignantly to glare at her, "Lyra Lloyd, you are the most sinister woman. Ten times of whipping can almost kill me. Don't you just want me to die!?" Lyra sneered, "I am only proposing and telling you that your pretend crying here now will do not good for grandpa's treatment, but will delay the medical team and Micah's rescue. Are you really feeling sad for grandpa, or fake it?" Travis stood up abruptly and argued righteously, "Of course | really feel sad for grandpa! | am his grandson. You are only the White family's daughter-in-law. You have no kinship with him at all. Of course you can't understand my grief." Lyra gave him a cold look and snorted with disdain.

She just said a little but Travis was emotional and retorted her.

She had nothing to say to such a person so she looked to Charles, "Ask Mr. Travis to leave. He's only a nuisance here." Travis wasn't happy about it.

"Nuisance? Lyra Lloyd, why should you, an outsider, be able to stay grandpa’s side while I, his grandson, have to be thrown out? In Malcolm's absence, do you think you are in charge of this family?" His voice was not high, without losing the poise of the member of the White family. And his eyes under the gold-frame glasses looked very sarcastic.

Charles coughed lightly and reminded, "Mr. Travis, please mind your words. Mrs. White is not an outsider. Mr. Rudolph treats her as his own granddaughter. Mr. Malcolm is the head of the family. He is not at home. Mrs. White is his legal wife. Of course, she has a voice." Travis choked by his words, being unable to say anything in defense.

Charles continued, "Moreover, Mr. Malcolm has always loved Mrs. White. If he knows you deliberately irritate Mrs. White, treat Mrs. White as an outsider, | am afraid he would not forgive you." Travis couldn't say a word.

He swallowed and stared distantly at Lyra. And he became frightened.

Since Malcolm became the patriarch of the White family, Travis had been whipped for several times.

That thing hurt like hell and he was scared to death.

Lyra had her arms cross proudly and said in a sarcastic way, "Mr. Travis, are you going to leave? Do you want me to ask the servant to get a mop and ask you to leave?"