After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 491

Late at night, only the Callahan Residence was busy.

Tom, the butler, helped to get the emergency doctor.

Anthony was covered in blood and looked badly injured, but after all, it was a cane hit, which only hurt the flesh, not the bones or the insides.

The doctor cleaned all the blood with saline in an orderly manner, then applied medicine, bandaged serious wounds, and stuffed anti-inflammatory tablets into the half-conscious man's mouth.

Despite his lack of consciousness, he never opened his mouth to say anything detrimental to his situation.

After administering the medicine, the doctor left.

Rebecca just sat on his bed crying and whispering, "Anthony, you just got back. Why did you do such a thing? Are you really giving up your life for Lyra?"

She didn't know exactly what was going on, but for the situation on the top floor, which Lyra had told her about before, she probably guessed why Anthony had stolen Tom's key.

Anthony was so sore that he lay motionlessly on the bed. His weak and half-squinted eyes looked sideways at the curtains. He always had his lips tightly pursed, not saying a word.

He did risk doing it for Lyra.

But, not exactly for her, he had selfish motives.

He went back this time and he had new things he wanted to get.

Rebecca looked at him who was in a trance, and whimpered as she continued to cry.

So much had happened lately, and Shane had been so gloomy and unpredictable that she'd been crying more than she had in years.

"Rebecca, you can go back and rest. I'm fine." Anthony's face was pale and his eyes closed in exhaustion.

"Well then, Anthony, go to bed early. As for Shane, I'll find a way to intercede for you."

With these words with concern, Rebecca left his bedroom and turned back to watch him again.

His body ached and exhausted. Anthony fell asleep in a daze.

A few hours later, just after dawn, he was woken up by a bodyguard.

"Mr. Anthony, it's time for you to get up. Mr. Shane asks you to come to the garden."

Anthony had a splitting headache and opened his eyes drowsily. He was too weak to get up.

He smiled in sarcasm.

In last night's hurdle, he kind of survived.

And today a new torture had just begun.

Two bodyguards saw that he was obviously awake but had no intention of getting up, so they went straight up, one left and one right, and carried him up, and helped him who was still in his pajamas downstairs.

There were injuries on his back. Every step was dragging the wounds, which was very tormented.

Solely because his room was on the second floor, he quickly went downstairs.

The bodyguards took him all the way to the cobblestone-path in the garden and pressed Anthony who was powerless straight to his knees.

The uneven small pebbles knocked against his knees, which caused dull pain.

Anthony unconsciously bent over and fell toward the ground, but was forcibly held upright by the bodyguards.

Bodyguard: "Mr. Anthony, Mr. Shane said that as long as you admit your mistake and explain where the stolen items were hidden, you will be able to get up immediately."

"I didn't take it."

He clenched his fists and, with a desperate effort to catch his breath, straightened up and knelt straight under the supervision of two bodyguards.

*

Two hours later, Rebecca was up and the first thing she did after changing was to go to Anthony's room and check on him.

However, the door to Anthony's room was open and empty, and there was no one on the bed.

She caught a servant passing by in the aisle and asked in a panic, "Where's Anthony? Where did he go?"

"Mr. Anthony seems to be in the garden."

Rebecca immediately ran wildly downstairs. Just out of the villa, she saw Anthony in the garden. His face was pale, and he was kneeling and shaking.

Her eyes were instantly red and she turned to go to Shane to plead for mercy, but was stopped by Tom, the butler.

"Miss Rebecca, it's useless for you to look for Mr. Shane. Losing the key and the potent of the penthouse is not a trivial matter. Mr. Shane will not let go until the thief is caught."