After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 815

However, seeing the excitement and hope on Lyra's face, he couldn't say anything but, "Listen to yours."

One hour later.

Two jolly little figures ran up to Lyra and Malcolm, hopping and telling the funny stories of their arrival.

Chad, on the other hand, had a lot of things on his body: a school bag, a water bottle, a small towel, a small coat...

Lyra couldn't help but joke, "Chad, you're going to be a great dad."

Being teased by Lyra, Chad's face turned red, and even his ears turned red.

Seeing him like this, Lyra approached Keira and whispered, "Keira, you should hurry up. Spencer and Momo are five years old. It's time to have a playmate."

"Lyra..."

Keira, too, was shy and ran to the lake.

The afternoon sun was shining, and Chad and Keira were busy with the barbecue.

Not far away there was another family. They looked happy. It was a family of four in the shade under the tree, and they were eating fruit.

The breeze was very pleasant.

Malcolm looked at Chad and Keira by the lake and smiled at Lyra. "We were the ones who advocated barbecue. Now it's their job. It shouldn't be." he told Lyra

He said that it shouldn't, but he didn't move from his wife's side. Spencer said quietly behind his back, "Daddy, you're still pretending to be a good man after gaining advantages."

The rest of the group burst out laughing.

The happy time was always short. After eating barbecue and watching the sunset, the two families separated.

The two children were so tired that they got on the car and began to sleep. Now they were physically and mentally satisfied.

At 10:00 p.m. , Brad e-mailed Malcolm Frank's final verdict.

The judicial review found Frank guilty on all counts and sentenced him to death by firing squad within three days.

The verdict was littered with the list of Frank's crimes, but Malcolm's eyes were fixed on the words "agree to the death penalty".

The door to the study was closed, and Lyra saw that he hadn't come out for a long time. She pushed the door open and walked in, only to see Malcolm standing upright by the window, and his back looked a little lonely.

She hugged him from behind and asked softly, "Honey, what's wrong?"

"Frank will be execute by shooting in three days."

Malcolm's voice was muffled, and Lyra knew that Frank was his former comrade and they used to be close. Instantly, she understood what was bothering him.

"Then you must see him off that very day."

After all, they were once partners who fought side by side.

Malcolm said nothing. He turned around slowly, held Lyra in his arms, and called out with confirmation, "Rara."

"Well, I'm here. I'm always here."

They held each other like this until Lyra's feet were sore and they went back to the bedroom to rest.

Three days later.

Frank was led into the firing squad's room, and Malcolm, dressed in black, stood across from the squad with his hands behind his back. And his eyes looked calm.

Today was Frank's day to die. The electronic locks on his hands and feet had all been removed. The police tied him up with hemp rope.

"This is your last time on earth. Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Hearing the police's question, Frank smiled, saw Malcolm for a moment, and his eyes lit up with a sneer.

"Why? Mr. White, do you come here today to make fun of me? To see how badly I'd die?"

Malcolm didn't speak but took out a bottle of wine he had brought.

Taking off the stopper, he poured the wine on the floor and said calmly, "Here's to a lost friend."

Frank looked at him blankly, as if he did not expect him to say so. In the end, he felt that what he said was enough.

"Malcolm, don't think you've won."

Frank laughed and said lazily, "I told you so."

Although he was in prison and had to be shot, he actually had a way to escape.

But this time, he didn't want to escape.

He had killed many people and done many things in his life, but he had never been with his beloved one.