After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 422

Half an hour later.

Lyra and Malcolm went back to the Lloyd Manor together at Anning Hill.

Micah and Keith hadn't arrived yet. And Kathleen was pacing back and forth in front of the door, seemingly waiting for them.

As soon as she saw them get out of the car, Kathleen immediately ran over, "Lyra, you're finally back."

Noticing her red eyes, Lyra smoothed her mind and asked, "How's dad?"

Kathleen shook her head, "It's not good. The doctor said it's just last two days. But still, we'll wait Micah."

"Okay."

Several people entered the villa quickly.

The door of Reginald's bedroom was opened, and there was a man sitting in front of the bed.

Lyra hadn't seen Collin for seven or eight days.

This time when she saw him, he had completely changed.

He was much thinner. The skin was also rougher than before. And he had beard, looking more haggard and mature.

At the age of thirty-something, he looked ten years older by the torments of past few days.

Lyra didn't know what he'd been through lately, and didn't want to know.

"You go out first. I want to talk to dad and don't want to see you."

Her tone was cold and unemotional, as if she was really talking to a stranger.

Collin lowered his eyes, didn't say anything, and silently got up to leave.

Even though he braced himself and acted as if nothing was wrong, Lyra was keenly aware that he wasn't walking smoothly as he passed by.

His knees?

With that in mind, she called out to Collin, "Are you sure you've been at the hall kneeling and reading the Buddhist Scriptures?"

Collin's body lurched and opened his mouth to explain.

But he could not open his mouth, finally said nothing and left the room.

Kathleen came in and explained in a whisper, "Lyra, his voice is hoarse and he has been unable to pronounce for days. Lately, he has been copying the Buddhist Scriptures by hand. Sometimes he doesn't eat all day long."

Lyra listened quietly and was silent for a long time, never saying anything.

Kathleen noticed her cold expression and just sighed, "I'm going to go wait for Micah and Keith at the door. You can stay with dad for a while."

"Okay."

When she was gone, Lyra sat down on the edge of Reginald's bed, picked up his wrinkled hand, placed it on her face, and stroked it gently.

"Mel, you go out too. I want to talk to my dad alone."

Malcolm understood and nodded to leave, helping her close the door.

Once out of the bedroom, Malcolm went to find Collin.

Collin was holding the railing and was descending the stairs.

Out of sight of Lyra, he didn't cover up anymore, taking each step hard and slow.

The floor tiles of the hall were cold and hard. Sometimes he knelt for a whole day so his knees were swollen badly.

Yesterday, the doctor just came and said that he might have the rheumatism problem in the future.

Malcolm stood on the stairs and watched quietly for a while, noticing that he was sweating and just going down one flight of stairs.

As he took a deep breath and prepared to continue down to the first floor, Malcolm held his arm from behind.

"You've done to atone for your sins, why didn't you choose to tell Rara?"

Collin turned around and looked at him.

Would it help to tell her?

He grew up with her together and he knew her temper too well.

Even if he was too sick to get up, as long as he told her this, she would feel that it was a bitter trick that would only backfire.

He withdrew his gaze, let go of Malcolm's hand and continued down the stairs.

Malcolm didn't stop and just said coldly, "Rara can't see what you're doing now with her own eyes. Even if she can, she won't believe it."