After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 615

The couple left the bureau holding hands and quickly returned to the White Mansion to Rudolph's villa.

Charles was already waiting at the door of the villa, "Mr. Malcolm, you finally come back."

Malcolm: "Have you called the medical team over here?"

Charles nodded and led the two inside, "I've already made a call, and the medical team will be here in a few minutes."

Lyra asked, "Grandpa is doing well. Why does he faint again? Didn't the last inspection say it was basically okay, but did he eat the wrong food again?"

Charles looked sad, "As soon as I came back, he's in a coma. I don't know what happened. This time it is more aggressive than last time, so I can only ask you to come back and have a look."

The three entered the living room of the villa together and walked towards the stairwell.

Because Rudolph was old and had bad legs, and he had been relying on crutches, so the floor of the room was not high, just on the second floor.

Just after walking to the second floor, Charles suddenly looked at Lyra and said, "Ma'am, I just heard from Sophia that Spencer keeps crying and refuses to sleep. Sophia couldn't coax him. It just happens that you come back, ma'am, why not? Are you going to take a look?"

Spencer kept crying?

Lyra was stunned, looked at Malcolm, and didn't answer for the first time.

Malcolm seemed to have sensed Charles' intention, and said along the way, "Grandpa has me here. Spencer doesn't sleep and keeps crying at night. He must be uncomfortable, or he just misses you. Go and have a look. Grandpa is fine here. "

Lyra had no choice but to nod, "Then I'll go see Spencer first, and if there's no big problem, I'll come down to see grandpa."

"Okay." Malcolm's dark eyes were gentle. He stopped and watched her continue upstairs.

"Come on, Mr. Malcolm. Mr. Rudolph needs you."

Malcolm looked away and followed Charles into the master bedroom.

In the master bedroom, the incandescent ceiling light was on.

Rudolph sat by the head of the bed, leaning back on the pillow. Those cloudy but still sharp eyes were staring at Malcolm from a distance.

Seeing Rudolph in high spirits with nothing serious, Malcolm didn't look surprised.

He had guessed just as Charles intended to take Lyra away.

"Grandpa, if you want to see me, just call me directly. There is no need to pretend to be sick."

Rudolph didn't answer his obviously resentful question, but slowly reached out to him, "Malcolm, sit by the bed."

Malcolm walked over slowly, and sat obediently beside the bed.

Rudolph looked at his eldest grandson, who had been disciplined by himself, with a sense of accomplishment and a tone of nostalgia.

"I remember when you were just sent to me. You were only two years old, so small."

He stretched out his wrinkled hands and gestured his height, "It's very mini, very cute. You always like to grab my trouser legs and call me grandpa behind me."

"I have always been very strict with you, beating, scolding, punishing and kneeling at every turn, but I actually has high hopes for you, so I'm so harsh on you."

Rudolph's eyes were red, and the more he spoke, the more he felt about it, "After more than 20 years, you have now completely replaced me, holding the White family firmly in your hands. At the same time ruling the military and business world, becoming the man at the top of Suham's pyramid."