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Seeing that he looked cold and indifferent, the housekeeper sighed, said nothing, and obediently left the room to do his job.

At lunchtime, the atmosphere in the Callahan family's dining room was particularly gloomy.

Noticing that Shane was preoccupied and not in a good mood, Rebecca and Timothy didn't dare to speak, and silently kept their heads down to eat.

In the large dining room, there was only the sound of dishes.

Shane face looked gloomy and remembered the other person locked on the top floor. Melissa had learned the Callahan family secret ...

Having her stay on Malcolm's side was always a great threat.

Shane hated that he couldn't kill her right away.

With a snap sound, he sulked and set his fork down heavily on the table.

The sudden crisp ringing sound startled both Rebecca and Timothy, who were too scared to chew the spaghetti in their mouths.

Timothy, who was a coward and had little idea, saw that Shane was not eating, so he put down his fork, swallowed the last bite of food in his mouth and sat in silence.

Rebecca was also embarrassed to continue eating, followed by putting down her fork and turning her head to look at Shane.

"Shane, what's wrong with you?" With the cautious tone, she tentatively continued, "Is it because of ... Melissa being taken away?" Shane lifted his eyes, looked at her for a few moments, and had an idea.

"Lyra's earrings, since she said she lost them, you should return them to her. If you like them, | will send you a similar one later." Rebecca didn't dare refuse and could only respond less than happily, "Got it." Shane continued, "Lyra used you to take Melissa way. She should be sorry for you. During this time, you make a few more trips to Lyre Spiti." "Huh?" Rebecca was all confused, "Didn't you say last night | should stay away from Lyra ...?" "Last night was bygone. Now Melissa is over there. | don't know how safe and sound she is. You take this excuse to go over there see her. Can't you do it?" Rebecca was wordless.

Was this asking her to be a double agent? If Shane knew that Melissa was taken away and that she volunteered to help, would he kill her in a fit of rage? Her heart fluttered and her head lowered; she didn't want Melissa back at all.

"Shane, Lyra and Melissa are bosom friends. She will certainly not harm Melissa, and didn't you say that Melissa is very sick? Lyra took her away for the treatment. Is not just right? We also save ourselves the trouble.” Snapping- Aloud noise.

Shane, in a fit of rage, directly lifted the plate in front of him to the ground. The broken porcelain was everywhere.

Both Timothy and Rebecca shuddered.

Rebecca's eyes were filled with tears of fear, and she bit the corner of her lip in grievance, cowering and apologizing, "Shane, don't be angry. | am sorry." Shane's face eased for a moment, "Although you have little affection for Melissa, she is after all your sister. She is seriously ill and has some mental problems. You're her sister. Shouldn't you go to see her?" "Yes, I'll finish the meal and check it out this afternoon.” "Be safe. | will arrange two strong bodyguards to follow you." Rebecca was slightly stunned and didn't think much of it, "Okay, | get it." Shane soon calmed down considerably.

A servant brought a new set of dishes and set them up in front of Shane in a disciplined manner.

Shane picked up his fork and returned to his usual easy-going demeanor, "The food is getting cold. Don't just sit there. Keep eating." Only then did Timothy and Rebecca dare to move their forks and focus on their food.

After another moment, Shane continued, "Timothy, have you been busy over at the company lately?" Timothy looked up inexplicably and was about to say "quite busy" when Shane continued, "If you're not busy, I'll have one of my men find an opening in the National Investigation Bureau and make you work there. " "Shane, |..." He was physically weak. If he stood for half an hour in military posture, he would gasp terribly. He just couldn't handle the daily tasks of the bureau! He was screaming inwardly, wondering if Shane was taking it out on him on purpose? Shane didn't even look at him, but continued with his deep voice, "In the future, try to work remotely, go more to the bureau, and get a foothold there as soon as possible." Timothy felt bitter and asked weakly, "Shane, can | refuse?" REST Timothy was pleased and was about to make a firm refusal when he heard Shane continue.

"But if you refuse, I will think that you are deliberately lazy to avoid it and make no attempt to make progress. Last night | prepared the cane for Rebecca but | did not use it. How about you go to the hall to suffer the cane?" Timothy completely paled and hardened himself to answer, "I am not in good health. The cane can kill me. | choose to go to the National Investigation Bureau." Shane thoughtlessly served him the food and his tone sounded kind, "You don't have to force yourself. You can think again. | don't force you." "No need to think about it. | am very sure. | am very eager to improve myself in National Investigation Bureau. | will not be disgraced, perform well, and strive for an early foothold!" His eyes looked firm and he spoke very seriously, word by word.

Shane was satisfied and smiled, and his eyes returned to softness, "Okay, let's eat first." Timothy's hand, which was holding a fork, could not control shaking. Looking at the food on the table, he thought of the bitter days to be faced and lost appetite.

But in front of Shane, he could only resentfully continue to take a few bites of the food.

His hands were too shaky. It was still difficult to calm himself down. He tried so hard but could not fork a meatball on the plate.

Noticing Shane's glance over, he was abashed, "Shane, sorry ..." Without saying anything, Shane reached out and helped him with a meatball, placing it firmly in his plate.

"Thank you, Shane." Shane replied with a casual and light "hmm" sound and continued eating.

After that, there was no more talking at the dinner table.

The three had different minds.

The meal made Rebecca and Timothy feel extremely depressing, nearly out of breath.

On the contrary, Shane was in a much better mood.

He leisurely went back to his study to attend to official business.

As he just sat in the chair, the housekeeper knocked on the door, "Mr. Shane, the captain of 7th division from NIB personally came to send word. Mr. Malcolm wants to see you. Please change into uniform and arrive on time within half an hour. If you arrive overtime, there will be penalty.” Half an hour? What was the hurry? What did Malcolm want? He stood up from his chair, immediately went back to his room to change clothes, went downstairs to the garage and drove to the National Investigation Bureau.

Along the way, he stared at his wristwatch and did the countdown.

In the last few seconds, he arrived at Malcolm's office on time.

Malcolm leisurely leaned on the office chair and wore a solemn military uniform. The aura was overwhelming.

His slender fingers played with a cigarette, and he sniffed it from time to time, but did not dare to smoke.

He was afraid that if Rara smelt it, she would say that he didn't care about the babies and would have to be scolded again.

Shane stood by the door, gazed distantly at Malcolm and walked at a steady pace to the open space not far from his table, with his hands behind his back and his back straight.

In the standard backhand stance, he was standing in a disciplined manner.

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