After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 404

Seeing that it was Micah at the door, Lyra and Malcolm looked at each other. Obviously, neither of them didn't expect that it would be him.

Micah's body was too wet.

He was reluctant to go in and wet the carpet. So he was still standing by the door, and his usually cool eyes locked on Lyra.

Lyra didn't quite understand. Remembering what happened at the Lloyd family the other day, she asked icily, "Why do you come over here without an umbrella? Is it an emergency?"

Micah adjusted his breathing before saying, "Rara, I haven't come to you for the past few days because I was being watched. Tomorrow is the return party, so I have to get rid of the surveillance and sneak over."

Lyra's heart softened for a moment and she turned her head to Malcolm, "Get Micah a thick bath towel and make some ginger tea."

"OK."

With a thick bath towel, Micah wrung the water from his body until it was half dry before entering the living room.

Malcolm went to make ginger tea, and Lyra sat on the couch.

"Micah, if you want to say something, just say it."

Micah nodded, and he'd always been a man who didn't like to beat around the bush.

"Although Casper is my mentor, I don't trust all of his paternity tests. So, I brought this."

He removed a piece of handkerchief paper from the lining of his suit, which contained Reginald's hair.

Lyra was slightly surprised and looked at him seriously for a few moments, "But Micah, it's already late at night. Even if you use your connections and send it to the hospital for testing, it will be too late tomorrow."

Micah shook his head, "I can't trust anyone else. This time, I'll do it myself. All you need to do is to provide me with silver staining reagent and polyacrylamide gel electrophoresis."

"Okay, the medical team of White Corp should have them over there. I'll have Chad send them over."

Micah nodded, quickly lowered his head and deliberated again and again, "Rara, the day of dad's accident, I didn't express any opinion. Did you blame me or not?"

Lyra was angry at the mention of it.

No one knew how isolated she was that day, facing her relatives who did not trust her at all.

To say that she was not angry at all was too fake.

Nor did it fit Lyra's nature.

She gave Micah a cold and arrogant glare, approached him and gave him a not-so-gentle smack on his shoulder.

"Of course I blamed you, and even thought to ignore you in the future. Just pretend there is no such a brother."

Hearing her words, Micah lowered his eyes gloomily and felt guilty.

Lyra went on to say, "But now that I've revenged by hitting you. I'm not angry anymore and I forgive you."

Micah's eyes then regained their sparkle. And he grabbed her wrist and used her fist to continue to punch himself in the chest.

"It doesn't hurt. It's not enough to let you vent your anger out, so you can hit me a few more times."

Lyra was amused and drew back her hand, "Well, I'm not angry anymore, really."

Micah was barely relieved. Suddenly, he remembered something else, and his expression became grim.

"Rara, I've been taking care of dad for the past few days. I found something in his room and, well, there's someone ... in the house who's very strange."

Lyra saw the complexity in his eyes and became serious once again.

She listened quietly to Micah's statement, and felt more and more dejected.

...

Micah told her all the findings of the past few days. Seeing that her expression didn't look good, he rushed to persuade her.

"Rara, this is just my guess. It's not completely sure. We can't just charge him. At tomorrow's return party, you have to hear his explanation."

Lyra, not being irrational, immediately nodded her head.

Knock-knock-

Someone was knocking on the door again.

Lyra looked at the time and was a little surprised, "Chad comes here so fast? I just finished sending him a message. And he's scrounging things over so quickly?"

She got up and went to the door. And Micah followed her along.

The door opened.