After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 413

Collin had a rare and different expression. Turning his head to look at him, he did not make a sound, seemingly with a silent question in his eyes.

Thinking of the warn Malcolm had just sent him in a message, Chad continued, "Lyra can discriminate between love and hate. Ethel has hurt her many times. The punishment is what Ethel deserves. You shouldn't come here to plead for mercy."

A plea for mercy?

Collin wrinkled his brows, "She doesn't hurt Ethel's life. It's good enough. I won't beg for mercy. Ethel deserves the punishment."

Standing in the cold rain all night, his voice was a little hoarse when he opened his mouth.

Chad was silent, and seeing that he was thinking straight this time, he went on to say.

"Ethel was sent to the countryside to work as a farmer. After the labors, she'll receive ten lashes and then recite the Buddhist Scriptures on her knees all night. She can't rest until she finishes reading them. That book is perfect for confession of sins. Mr. Collin, what do you think?"

Collin looked at him and quickly understood what he meant, "Malcolm asked you to come here? He's considerate. It's my fault this time. I'm relieved to have him to assist Rara in revitalizing the Lloyd Group in the future."

After saying that, Collin didn't linger any longer, turned around and left Lyre Spiti.

He walked slowly, seemingly because his legs were numb from standing, and he did not walk smoothly.

Chad looked at his back for a while and sighed silently, hoping that he really understood what Malcolm meant and would not fail Malcolm.

"Chad, forget about him. Let's get inside. Mr. Malcolm won't save us breakfast if we're late! Don't you want to eat fried eggs cooked by Mr. Malcolm himself?"

Keira tugged at his hand, pulling him back into his thoughts.

The two entered Lyre Spiti at a leisurely pace and came to dine.

At noon.

Lyra huddled in Malcolm's arms, enjoying his robust chest.

Then she watched TV while eating the orange hand-fed by Malcolm.

This year's orange was particularly sweet and juicy.

Once Lyra ate it, she couldn't stop it.

But Malcolm knew what to do, and after personally feeding her the third orange, he stopped in time.

Lyra reluctantly pursed her red lips and stared at him, "I don't eat enough. I want more."

"No."

On this matter, Malcolm was very determined, "Orange contains too much sugar. Pregnant women should not eat too much. It's not good for the body."

"But, I still want to eat ..."

Lyra had been particularly anorexic lately. She wanted to vomit when she smelt grease and spice, and her sense of smell was extra sensitive, so she was not happy when she had some fruits she liked to eat.

Malcolm wouldn't help her peel, so she would do it herself.

She got up from Malcolm's arms to get the orange on the coffee table, and Malcolm took the fruit basket and went into the kitchen without looking back. And then he closed the door tightly behind him as he came out.

"You're going too far! I just ate three today! Now you're in charge of me, and you're doing it with ease, aren't you?"

Malcolm was wronged, "If you don't avoid eating it now, you might not feel well tomorrow."

For orange, he abhorred, "I don't know if this thing is with addictive things. From yesterday to today, you like it so much and is completely obsessed. Tomorrow I'll let the whole country's orange off the shelves!

Hearing him threaten to take orange off the shelves, Lyra was furious.

She was pregnant with the babies, often vomited, lost appetite, and felt drowsy. With all kinds of expectant reactions, she had felt so tired and aggrieved. Now she wanted to eat a few more, but Malcolm actually obstructed into this!

Driven by anger, she rushed forward, grabbed Malcolm's arm, rolled up his sleeve, and bit him viciously on the wrist.

"Hiss ..."

Malcolm hissed in pain and didn't duck, obediently letting her vent out her anger, "If biting me will make you obey, it's worth it."