After divorce I am a billionaire

Under the obscure moonlight.

The corners of Anthony's mouth were wickedly turned upward, and he stared at Lyra's leaving silhouette with his blue eyes in an obsessed and almost morbid way.

Lyra heard his words but didn't turn around.

She walked quickly. Now that she had the medicine, she had to hurry to the lab.

Because it was late at night, she was worried that Malcolm would get suspicious if she went back too late.

Malcolm washed up and obediently went to bed.

But, he lost sleep.

Looking at the darkness of the night out the window, his mind was still filled with Lyra's panicked expressions before she left.

He couldn't sleep. He opened his eyes and stared out the window in a daze.

It had been two hours and Lyra had not returned. He was a little uneasy and his heart felt empty.

He braced himself to sit up and tried to reach for his phone on the nightstand to call Lyra to confirm her safety when Ted's call came in just in time.

It was late so it must not something trivial that Ted made a phone call to him.

When he got through, Ted said immediately, "Boss, I'm sorry. It was an oversight. | just learned that there is a new situation at High-order Prison!" Malcolm tightened his eyebrows, "What is it about?" "Just yesterday, Anthony was released on bail!" His expression suddenly became incomparably cold, and his black eyes were filled with killing intent.

"Who bailed him out?" "Bureau of National Affairs ... Collin!" Collin? His fingertips shook and the phone that he hadn't had a chance to hang up fell onto the bed.

His breathing was stagnant, as if his heart was fiercely seized, rubbed and torn hard.

Ted on the other end of the phone did not hear him speak and was worried, "Boss, you must control your emotions! Your body is important. You can't sustain the angina again. Maybe ... there is some misunderstanding here!" Malcolm remained silent, so Ted continued to advise.

"Miss Lyra, she knows how much you hate Anthony. She may have her reasons for making this decision. Boss, you ...!I" It was busy tone.

Malcolm found him noisy and hung up the phone.

He suddenly remembered that for some time now, Lyra had always looked a bit different but he didn't think much of it every time.

Just now, he clearly heard a man's voice on Lyra's phone.

Suspicions weighed on him, and eventually, he asked Chad to check Lyra's recent whereabouts.

Half an hour later, he looked at the information Chad sent over his phone.

Yesterday Anthony was released and was picked up by Lyra herself.

So, she went out late tonight to see Anthony too? Lyra emerged from the abandoned chemical plant and hurried to the lab.

Jimmy was asleep and was dragged up to work by her.

Giving Jimmy the blue potion for checking, Lyra waited anxiously outside.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Jimmy came out.

"There is no problem with this medicine. It is a good medicine, and the initial test results show that some of the ingredients in it do have an inhibiting and relieving effect on the S404 virus. There is no damage to the body when it is injected.” Jimmy handed her the printout data sheet of the ingredient, "This is fantastic. Where did you find this?" Lyra was also surprised, took the sheet and read it carefully, without answering Jimmy's question.

Jimmy continued, "However, the origin of this blue medicine is unknown. | can not check similar information from the database. | suggest you do not rush to give Malcolm the medicine. Leave this with me first and let me double check." "Great, thank you." Jimmy was very impressed, "This is my part of the job but you, it's so late and you're still running for Malcolm's matter. Malcolm has you in his life. It's really his blessing." Lyra just laughed and looked at her watch again. It was passing 120 clock.

"I have to leave you. If there are any new developments of this medicine in the follow-up, please remember to tell me as soon as possible." "No problem." Jimmy nodded and watched her leave in a hurry.

Lyra rushed back to Lyre Spiti as fast as she could.

She hid her excitement and stood right in front of the villa, straightening out her slightly messy hair and clothes.

Only then did she calmly turn the lock and open the door.

There were no lights on in the living room, but a cold and heavy aura wafted through the blackness.

As if realizing something, Lyra turned on the light and her eyes were instantly drawn to the figure sitting upright on the sofa.

It was already early in the morning.

The temperature inside was cold, but Malcolm wore only a thin cotton nightgown.

Obviously, his lips was wan because of coldness, but he seemed to feel no cold. He was like a statue that was motionless and expressionless.

"Didn't | tell you to go to bed early? Why are you sitting on the sofa waiting for me? You don't turn on the light and don't put on more clothes." Lyra immediately took the coral fleece pajama from the coat rack and helped him put it on.

Once she touched his body, she found that he was cold and stiff.

Lyra, angry and distressed, hastened to cover his hands with hot air and rubbed them together manually to warm them up.

Malcolm didn't resist, and just gazed at her quietly. His voice was low, "I couldn't sleep without seeing you back safely. | was panicking." "I'm back here, aren't 1? Go, go upstairs and sleep.” He didn't move but just asked, "Tonight, where did you go?" Lyra had already thought of an excuse, "Keith was not home. Melissa was drank so | went back to the Lloyd Manor to look after her for a while. | put her to bed and came back." Malcolm did not speak. He was silent and had his head down. His hands had been clenched into a fist and hidden in the sleeves, with veins bulging.

Lyra, keenly aware that his breath wasn't quite right, forcibly lifted his jaw.

But she saw that the outer corners of his eyes were red and his dark eyes were watery.

"Mel?" Malcolm grimaced and pushed her hand away.

"You're still trying to hide it from me. Are you seeing Anthony tonight?" Lyra was slightly stunned, "You know all about it ..." Receiving her affirmative answer, Malcolm felt more suffocated and never felt sadder for a moment than now.

The tears blurred his eyes, and he became sadder.

Atear slipped from his eye for the first time in front of Lyra, which was an extreme sadness.

Lyra's eyes turned red as well. Knowing that he had misunderstood, she hurriedly explained, "I didn't want to hide it from you.

And | know it's impossible to hide these things from you. I just haven't figured out how to say it." She was trying to find a reason to remove the thing related to Anthony and share the good news about that medicine with him after it was confirmed to be okay.

But she never thought that he would know so soon.

"Mel, I..." Lyra reached out, trying to wipe away his teardrops.

But her wrist was fiercely clutched by him. It was so tight that his fingers were trembling.

Malcolm even breathed painfully and his voice was a little choked with sadness.

"Rara, | know | don't have much time left, so | never want to keep possessing you and delaying you. Even if you want to get rid of me now as a burden and leave, | will not stop you." "I also know that after my death, you will always have a new home. There will be other men to love you, but why .. did you choose Anthony!" mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLII0fiflO& 1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWL1i10fif10&1 mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1