After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 584

It was an important news that grandpa was awake.

Malcolm took Chad and left the hall without a backward glance, walking quickly toward the bedroom.

Ryan pulled up Travis, who was trembling with pain, and also wanted to head to the master bedroom to see his father.

Travis was shot in the thigh and couldn't walk at all, "Dad, Malcolm is too ruthless. Even if he back stabbed me, he just shot me so decisively. It hurts too much! It's a torture even when I'm walking. Dad, take me to bandage the wound first."

Ryan sighed and said in an experienced manner, "No, this wound is the best weapon. You have to show it to your grandfather."

Travis instantly understood what he meant. He gritted his teeth and was assisted by Ryan to leave the hall and go upstairs.

Micah had been back to Anning Hill by Lyra with a phone call to keep Abigail company.

The entire medical team was still on duty.

Malcolm had just reached the door when he heard his grandpa's coughing.

He couldn't help but speed up and sit by the bedside, "How do you feel? Do you still feel dizzy?"

Rudolph looked weak and his voice was even weaker, "I feel much better. Malcolm, don't worry. I'm old. Illness and death are inevitable."

Malcolm disagreed with him, "Don't talk nonsense, grandpa. You are blessed and will surely live long to accompany Spencer and Momo grow up in the future."

When it came to Spencer and Momo, the old White's eyes lit up. It would be a blessing to see the two little ones grow up.

They chatted idly for a while until Ryan helped Travis limp in to break the harmonious atmosphere in the room.

Noticing the bright red blood on Travis' thigh, as if it was injured, Rudolph concerned about him in a fragile voice, "What's wrong with your thigh?"

Travis endured the intense pain from the gunshot and knelt down by the bedside.

He said with a sobbing voice, "I'm sorry. I didn't know grapes and grapefruit can not be taken at the same time with anti-hypertensive drugs. This afternoon, we were in the study and I advised you to eat more. I deserve to it. Malcolm is angry. He takes me to the hall to lecture me and shoot me in the thigh."

Rudolph was distressed, "Is it hurt badly? Malcolm, there's really no need to be angry. It's my fault for not taking care of my diet."

Malcolm remained silent and did not speak.

Travis saw this and immediately moved forward on knees. His body was trembling and he clutched Rudolph's hand, showing how scared and helpless he was.

"Help me. I know I'm wrong, but Malcolm won't let me go off. He wants to send me to High-order Prison to serve ten years. Grandpa, if I really go there, my life will be ruined!"

Ryan also said, "Dad, I have persuaded Malcolm, but his attitude is very firm. He's the head of the family. He doesn't listen to my words. Only you can convince him. Please help Travis."

Rudolph did not expect a little family issue to become so serious.

"Malcolm, it really has nothing to do with Travis. It's my own mistake. You've already given him a shot in the leg. There's no need to send him to prison. It's better to deal with this at home. Don't make a scene and others know it."

Malcolm, who always listened to his grandfather, contradicted him for the second time on matters other than Lyra.

"I have decided. Don't listen to Travis and Ryan's statement. It is not that simple."

Travis did not comply but retorted sternly, "It is that simple! It's you, Malcolm. You don't like me and you're deliberately skeptical of my integrity!"

Malcolm did not bother to listen to him for unnecessary arguments. His attitude was very firm, "Anyway, this is not negotiable. I will organize the relevant evidence. When your injury is almost healed, be ready to go to the prison to serve a sentence."