After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 143

If it really wasn't him, then this wasn't so simple.

Lyra's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and when she looked at Melvin, there was still doubt in her eyes.

Her hand pinched his cheek hard.

The man's cheek was squeezed and the eyebrows slightly knitted, but his dark eyes were bright, like a big dog of grievance.

"I believe you one last time. If I find out you're still lying to me, I'll immediately throw you in jail and see how many days you can survive and how long it takes your men to get you out."

After she finished, she angrily withdrew her hand.

Melvin leaned back against the floor, being completely exhausted.

He wanted to continue to say something but a sudden smell of fish and sweet rushed upward, and he was choked and coughed violently.

It was as if the lungs were going to cough out.

He was not afraid to be in jail. Even if Lyra really sent him in, there were not many people inside who dared to bully him.

But he didn't want Lyra to continue to misunderstand him.

"If I...lie ... shall rot in hell."

Lyra inclined her head and looked down at him anew.

His face was fairly wan because of coughing. And he still had a fever and looked very painful when he frowned.

She didn't know if it was because of the special drug that made him look like a sick man who had been sick for a very long time.

Even Eleven and Fifteen had the sense of compassion when they saw him in this miserable state.

Lyra, however, was expressionless and they wondered what she was thinking as she gazed at him.

After a while, she looked at Eleven and Fifteen and said, "Which one of you will go and cook some porridge for him and bring it over?"

Eleven and Fifteen looked at each other, and felt very awkward.

"Miss, if you ask us to fight with someone, it makes sense. But porridge? I have not learned ..."

Fifteen echoed, "Neither will I, really!"

Lyra was speechless.

Should she recruit some bodyguards who were also good at cooking next time?

She looked back at the man on the floor, thinking about whether she should say something to let him work it out himself.

He seemed to notice her gaze and suddenly coughed harder, which was so grieved and pitiful.

Lyra pursed her lips.

"All right, you guys get him back into bed. I'll cook."

"Yes."

After giving the order, Lyra got up and went downstairs. She found the ingredients in the cupboard and started to cook the porridge.

After Fifteen helped him back to bed, he came downstairs to find her in the kitchen.

"Miss, do you believe what Mr. Freeman said?"

"Believe, but not all. I only believe in the ultimate evidence. If it really is not him, there will always be traces."

She thought about it and continued to instruct, "Since he said he sent Garrett away, check into the matter again and see if what he said is true."

"Yes."

Fifteen frowned and continued, "Actually, I still believe in Mr. Freeman."

Lyra paused slightly, "Tell me about it."

"From the fact that he was able to take Fred out of prison and bring back while nobody noticed, the power behind him must be considerable. If he wants to set Charlotte free, he would have done it long ago because it's as easy as pie."

"Then he can take Charlotte to a small country where no one can find them, so there is no need for him to remain at the villa after doing this and risking your discovery."

Lyra did not speak.

She was angry yesterday, plus Melvin mistook her meaning and admitted it frankly, so she didn't think about it deeply.

Now that she reconsidered about it and found the details of this incident did have a lot of loopholes.

If it was not him, then who could it be?

A idea popped into Lyra's mind.

Could it be the Lloyd family who harmed her?

If it was the same person, when did he find out she was alive and that she was in Frayton?

And why did he want to get Charlotte out of jail?

What did he want to do next?