After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 208

Seeing that she was crying too much, Keith also burst into tears, holding her tightly in his arms.

"Lyra, calm down. It's not your fault. You should not put all the blame on yourself. You were unaware. You'll physically break down if you keep torturing yourself like this."

Lyra clutched his cuff, thinking about the nightmare of the day before the accident.

It was Melvin who was covered in blood, falling to his knees in despair in the fire.

She couldn't listen to Keith's words and couldn't stop the tears.

"Keith, I always thought he was the one who hijacked the plane to kill me. So I was at peace with hating him and torturing him. I didn't listen to any explanations he said. The harm he did to me before was just being cold and sarcastic. And the abuse I put on him was all real. It was all my fault. I was the one who got him killed. I was the one who ..."

Keith cupped her tear-stained face and whispered gently to remind her over and over again.

"No Lyra, you're not wrong. You didn't get him killed. It was his choice. He's dead, but your life goes on. You need to stop making yourself miserable!"

"But Keith ..."

She shrank into Keith's arms and sobbed.

"I also want to numb myself. I drank a lot of alcohol. I tried to forget these things, tried to find sanity, but I can not do it! The more I drank, the more sober I was. What was in my mind was his wound and bleeding. I, I ..."

She cried until she had a heart attack and suddenly passed out on the spot.

"Lyra!"

Keith was terrified and rushed to ask Eleven to get a doctor, then carried her out of the bathroom and back to the third floor room.

Because the place was full of men. It was not convenient to change clothes for Lyra and clean her body, so Keith asked Fifteen to pick Connie up to Seaside Villa.

A group of people surrounded Lyra, who was in a feverish coma, all day and all night, working themselves to the bone.

The doctor came over and gave a fever shot, but Lyra's body was too weak. She had too many spirits with an empty belly for three days, and her stomach was almost burning through. After two bottles of nutrient solution, her body gradually recovered a little.

Followed by a bunch of treatment and a bunch of people who worked for two days and two nights, the weak person on the bed finally woke up.

Lyra was splitting, and her first word upon awakening was still the same.

"Melvin ..."

Although her voice was muffled, Keith was sitting right next to her bed and listened to her.

He sighed softly and helped Lyra cool down the soup that was freshly made by Connie, "Lyra, forget about him. I believe you'll meet a better and more loving man in the future."

Lyra gave him a shocked look and tried to retort, but her voice wouldn't come out.

In this society, people were realistic. How many people can do to give their lives for others?

It was unlikely that she would ever meet another man in her life who loved her like this.

There was a twinge of pain in the heart. Lyra clutched hard at the heart. It was so painful that her face was distorted and cold sweat was breaking out.

Keith knew she couldn't accept it. He had no choice but to continue to persuade.

"You're still young. The future will get better and better. Don't think about these griefs anymore, okay? Since you came back from his funeral, do you know how haggard you are these days? It makes me heartbroken too."

"If Dad, Collin and Micah know about it, they'll be heartbroken too. If you don't think for yourself, you always have to think for these loved ones who love you, right?"

Lyra tilted her face to the side, looking out the window and ignoring him.

"Here, Lyra, have a sip of the soup. Connie made this. It's delicious."

Keith passed a spoonful of soup to her mouth.

Lyra did not answer, and her lips were tightly pursed in a miserable pale and slightly dry way.

Knowing her stubborn nature, Keith sighed again and could only persuade her in a different way.