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When Collin cin carrying the feather duster, Micah glanced at the appalling murder weapon in his hand with little expression, seemingly being supportive.

Keith, who was on the bedside, however, was terrified and immediately got up to stop his brother.

"Collin, don't! Don't beat him! He has a fever. He's at his weakest. You're too angry to control your strength. What if you kill him, how will you explain when Rara comes back?" Anytwhen he used Lyra as the excuse, it always worked best.

Collin's sanity picked up quite a bit.

But before he could quite put down the duster he was holding up, Malcolm, who was on the bed, spoke coldly.

"With the old grudge between you and me, what's the use of just beatingup to take out your anger? Just beatto death if you have the guts.” This was a naked provocation! Collin's anger drifted upward. He was more furious than ever before.

"Okay, I'll help you achieve your aim. If | don't beat you to death today, my last nis not Lloyd!" "Collin, don't beat him! Calm down! He's just a sick man. Just think he's brain is burned. Don't lower yourself to his level!” Keith tried desperately to stop him, and turned back to Malcolm with a hateful glare, "Will you die if you shut your mouth?! | want to beat you so badly as well!" Malcolm didn't say a word.

Between him and Collin, there was a competitive and hostile relationship.

Collin sent someone in the neighbor city's mountain range and attempted to kill him once before, causing him to return late from serious injuries. And by the the returned, Lyra had acquired the Freeman Group.

If it wasn't for Lyra being in the middle, he didn't want to make things difficult for Lyra. Otherwise, he would have fought with Collin for real earlier.

While he was sick, Collin cover to taunt him this time. And with Lyra's absence, he didn't need to be fake polite to Collin! The farce in the room started. Because there was Keith who was intercepting, Collin missed, and beat the bed a few times.

The horrifying sound of breaking wind kept ringing, and the reddish-brown feathers on the duster were whipped off and flying around the room with abandon.

Collin made a big deal out of this, but he didn't even beat him.

Malcolm put his fist on his lips and kept coughing. His pale face was without a trace of fear, and he was waiting for the beating.

Collin couldn't beat him, and knew it wasn't honorable to bully a sick man.

With no place to vent his anger, he raised his hand and smacked Keith's arm with the duster.

There was a crunching sound, and Keith rubbed his arm mournfully. He was dazed by the beating.

"Hiss! It hurts! Collin, be careful! You beat me!" "It's you I'm beating up! It's only been a few days since you take care of him, and you defect so quickly. Since you're protecting him, you'll suffer for him!" Keith's head was full of questions.

Was he wronged? However, the fear of being beaten by his brother since he was a child made him too afraid to hide and he only dared to block his head with his arms.

Hearing that Collin was going to beat Keith, Malcolm couldn't be bothered to cough, and by listening to the direction of the sound, he weakly braced himself up and tried to block it.

Collin's raised feather duster was clutched by Micah from behind before it could fall again.

"Stop it. Don't let the outsider laugh at us." Micah's tone was cold. He snorted in a scheming way and continued, "If you want to fix Malcolm, it is simple. | have a drug. It can make him feel extremely painful with no strength to counterattack. It will not hurt his body. Do you want to try?" Malcolm just stood up. Hearing Micah's words, he did not show his real feeling but his back stiffened.

Because he had little strength, he fell back to bed weakly.

Collin let go of the feather duster and let Micah take it. Seeing that Malcolm was no longer provocative, his anger seemed to have subsided.

He agreed with Micah's proposal, "That's a good idea! This crazy dog just likes to provoke and act tough. We can fix him this way!" Micah placed the duster on the nightstand, turned in silence, sat by the dressing table, and continued to dispense the medicine.

Keith went around Micah and asked in a whisper, "Micah, do you really want to drug him? We are three healthy men. Bullying him a sick man? How humiliating it is to spread this out? What about forget it?" Micah didn't say anything and concentrated on the steps of dispensing in his hands.

Unable to persuade Micah, Keith could only turn his head to sway Collin.

"Collin, you know best how damaging Micah's idea is. Think about Rara. She's the most vindictive. She won't be happy if she comes back and knows we're torturing Malcolm in different ways!" Collin grunted, "Just don't let Rara know." "But Malcolm can tell her. And in case he really tells, Rara will still know." This tit was Micah who said first, "I'll make him dumb with drug.” Collin agreed: "That's good. When the tcomes, we'll explain to Rara that his inability to make a sound is caused by the virus in his body. That will solve the problem." "But ..." Keith was speechless and looked sympathetically at Malcolm, "But he has hands. He can write to tell Rara!" Micah's cold voice continued, "Then I'll drug him again." Collin nodded his head in agreement, "Taking care of a paralyzed person for a long twill always be annoying. So when the tcomes, let Rara completely disgust him. Just to choose another man to marry. Quite good!" Keith was completely convinced and gave a sympathetic look at Malcolm who was on the bed.

Malcolm's face was stiff. Seemingly, he was unresponsive.

He resisted coughing, tore the fever-reducing patch on his forehead, and covered himself under into the quilt, wrapping himself tightly with it.

After a while, he said in a weak voice, "l want to take a nap. You guys go out first." As soon as he finished his words, Micah had already dispensed the tiny pills, put them into capsules with tweezers, and handed them to Keith.

Keith looked at the capsules in his hand and then at Micah's face, "Micah?" "Watch him take it. Half an hour later, take the medicine | dispensed yesterday.” Micah finished speaking and turned around to leave the master bedroom. Even his back was indifference.

With what Micah said, Keith was relieved reluctantly to help Malcolm pour a glass of water before walking to the bedside.

"Take your medicine first and then sleep. I'll call you in half an hour." Malcolm's handseyebrows tightened. He subconsciously covered his mouth with the quilt and decisively refused, "No." Collin was sitting on the sidelines watching and sneered contemptuously. Malcolm was quite tough just now. He dared not to take the medicine? He was about to continue his taunting, when someone from the National Investigation Bureau arrived, waiting at the door of Lyre Spiti and saying he wanted to brief Malcolm on the mission.

Collin had to get up and go out and help Malcolm get rid of the group of subordinates.

Only when the sound of Collin's footsteps had completely disappeared did Malcolm ask Keith in a whisper, "What kind of drug is this?" Keith stifled a laugh, "Don't worry. It's just a fever reducer. You're protected by Rara. Micah won't really drug you." Malcolm naturally believed him and sat up straight, spreading his hands out and waiting for Keith to rest the medicine and glass of water in his hands.

It was just smedicine only. It actually melted in his mouth immediately after he put it in his mouth.

The bitter taste instantly filled the entire mouth. Malcolm's stomach was churning and he couldn't control retching on the side of the bed.

The whole person was wrapped up in the strong smell of bitter medicine, which was a hundred times more bitter than any other tin the past.

Keith watched his face which went pale.

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