After divorce I am a billionaire

In a tense atmosphere, the doctor finally spoke up.

"Miss Lloyd's progesterone is elevated again. Has she been emotionally unstable lately? Are you often angry or sad and depressed?” Lyra bowed her head and didn't answer.

There should be no hiding in front of the doctor.

Malcolm held Lyra's hand tightly and answered for her, "Yes, there has been sunhappiness in the family lately. Her mood has not been stable and she doesn't seem to be able to control her emotions much lately. Last night it was the most obvious, because | wouldn't let her eat orange and she bit me." When he said these, his tone was low as if he was a little sad.

"You're mad about not eating orange?" The doctor laughed.

Lyra hurriedly explained, "Because | have always bad appetite and vomit gastric acid sometimes. | feel my mouth bitter. Finally | can have my favorite fruit, but he controls me! Can't even eat one more! It makesvery aggrieved!" The more she said, the tighter her eyebrows wrinkled. Finally, she simply forced Malcolm's hand loose, and sulked again.

Malcolm had no idea what to say.

The doctor laughed and felt envious, "Mr. Malcolm and Miss Lloyd, you two get along very well. It's so funny!" Lyra was serious as she continued to explain, "Although | was angry last night, | don't think | was angry enough to really bite him hard. I just couldn't seem to really control my emotions." The doctor took all the test results and looked at them carefully two more times.

"Miss Lloyd, it's your first tto be pregnant. And twins will make you more tired. Maybe when you see Mr. Malcolm gets nothing to worry about, you're stressed out. This is why you find it difficult to control your emotions and use Mr. Malcolm as a punching bag." "Mr. Malcolm, you have to take care of Miss Lloyd's mood and keep her happy. Basically it can return to normal. Miss Lloyd's body is basically normal. There is no big problem.” With what the doctor said, both of them breathed a sigh of relief at the stime.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm.

Coming out of the hospital, Malcolm carried Lyra carefully to the car and thought carefully about the solution.

"Rara, you are carrying the babies so hard, but | can't help you. You suffered it alone alone and | didn't do enough thoughtfully. In the future, if you find it difficult, letaccompany you!" Lyra raised an eyebrow in amusement, "How to?" "For example, if you are nauseous from pregnancy, you can pinch my flesh! When you're upset and want to vent out, you can pinch my flesh too! In that way I'm not just doing nothing." "Will it really work?" Lyra wrinkled her brows and looked at him questioningly.

Malcolm grabbed her hand and lowered it down. Through his jacket, he took her right right to his skin, "You'll know if you try." Her gaze was sly. She smiled evilly and her fingertips gently caressed his waist. Then she pinched his soft flesh.

Malcolm's brows furrowed. His thin lips pursed tightly, digesting the pain for a while before asking expectantly.

"With my accompany, do you feel better?" Lyra seriously felt it, "Well, much better!" But within two seconds, her expression once again went down, allowing him to rub his side, "But, seeing you in pain, | feel heartbroken again.” With her heartfelt words, Malcolm was satisfied.

"It doesn't hurt. You can rest assured that my skin is thick!" Despite these words, Lyra did not bully him any more, "I will keep my emotions under control. Besides, now that the day is getting better, | have nothing to be unhappy about." Malcolm gazed into her smiling eyes, knowing that she still couldn't let go of Collin, but didn't say anything.

The two soon went back to Lyre Spiti.

Yesterday afternoon, Lyra signed the succession with Harvey and suddenly had a lot of things to deal with.

As soon as she got back, she went into her study and telecommuted.

Malcolm brought a small bench and sat next to her. From tto time, when she felt tired, he would massage her back and shoulder. When she was thirsty, he would help her prepare water and fruit.

In his free time, he was also busy with the work of White Corp.

Throughout the process, neither of them spoke first, but worked in tandem.

Even if there was only an expression in Lyra's eyes, Malcolm could be the first to understand what she wanted.

The afternoon passed quickly.

When it was mealtime, Lyre Spiti got guests again.

This tit was Kathleen.

Lyra had nothing against her and wanted to let her in, but she insisted on just standing in front of the villa.

Noticing that her eyes were red, like she had cried a lot these days, Lyra was a little distressed, but could probably guess the purpose of her trip.

"If you're here for Collin, then there's no need to ask." Kathleen's tears immediately fell down. She quietly held Lyra's hand, and sobbed, "Lyra, can you go back with me? Collin is in a very bad condition. The day before yesterday, he stood in the rain all night. He has a fever." "But he refuses to see a doctor or take medicine. He's stubborn. In the past two days, he always did sself-harm and self- mutilation behavior. | really can not stand.” Lyra frowned and looked back at Malcolm who was beside her, asking in confusion, "He hurt himself? What do you mean?" Kathleen just cried and didn't explain, but continued, "He doesn't know I'm coming over. | cto you on my own. I'm not here to ask you to forgive him. | just want you to cback withfor a visit, please ..." She was crying too much. Lyra remembered that Kathleen used to protect her, so she decided to go back with her.

The Lloyd Manor at Anning Hill.

Lyra had just reached the door when she heard the sharp and vicious sound of whipping coming from inside, mixed with Collin's occasional muffled intake of breath, which was a little appalling.

She opened the door of the ancestral hall slightly, through which she saw he kneeling in front of the ancestral tablet with his back to her.

Collin wore only a white shirt, and the blood marks from the whip on his back were clear and obvious.

He was feverish. Because of kneeling and the whip, his body was a little shaky, but his back was always straight.

Lyra looked at him for a while, quickly suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, and carefully closed the door of the hall.

Kathleen was beside her, sighing incessantly and explaining in a whisper, "The day before yesterday, when he cback from Lyre Spiti, he was like possessed. At dinner time, he went to the hall on his knees, received twenty lashes, and then recited Buddhist Scriptures until he finished. And he continues next day." She listened to her quietly, never saying a word.

"Lyra, it's only been two days. He's covered in wounds and just won't let go of himself. Can you helppersuade him? Even a word of persuasion will be good!" Kathleen held her hand tightly, and her eyes were full of anticipation.

Lyra froze, not answering.

Soon the sound of the whip in the hall stopped, and within a minute the sound of Collin reciting the Buddhist Scriptures was heard again.

His voice was dry and slightly hoarse.

Obviously it wasn't done on purpose to get her to cover tonight.

Lyra was silent for a long time, listening quietly to Collins chanting for a while.

She found he was reading attentively, and despite occasional interruptions of a few seconds with labored inhalation, the overall tone of his voice was smooth and he was clearly at peace with himself.

In the face of Kathleen's watery eyes with expectation, Lyra looked indifferent and finally spoke.