Chapter 539 Retribution Will Come
Rae didn’t know what Lyra was thinking. She just thought that she was worried about Alma Jones and nodded in agreement. “Leave this matter to me. You should focus on the fetus.” This was the first time Lyra took the initiative to respond. “Yes, thank you, Auntie.” At that moment, Rae didn’t feel anything, but Hank, who was busy in the kitchen, had a complicated look in his eyes.
That night, Huaien was sent home by Qiao Lin, and then he heard a lot of strange noises outside the door. It was a whole night of quarrels. He wanted to call Qiao Lin to check it early in the morning, but he did not expect that when he opened the door, he saw yellow papers all over the ground.
They were thrown in from outside the door. “These people are really too much!” Huaien was furious.
Unexpectedly, Lyra took the initiative to find him.
“Huaien, how have you been these two days?” Lyra stared at him, and the cold smile on her lips gradually deepened. Huaien narrowed his eyes. He subconsciously looked behind her until he confirmed that she really came alone. Huaien leaned on the wheelchair and scolded softly, “This is nothing to me. Don’t you have any more powerful moves?” “No.”
Lyra’s expression was indifferent, neither anxious nor impatient. On the contrary, it made him unable to figure out what she was thinking. The game of chess that Huaien had designed had been ruined by her. Now, she had even taken the initiative to come to him. Even an old fox like him could not figure out what Lyra wanted to do. To perish together? She was pregnant with Hank’s child. She had the future successor of the Barnwell Group. Would she be so stupid? “Stop scheming. I came here today just to greet you. After all, you are an old friend of my father. Aren’t you tired of living under the shadow of hatred for your entire life?”
Just then, a gust of wind blew, lifting up the yellow papers on the ground. The scene made the entire courtyard look somewhat dilapidated. “You put in so much effort to act just to get the Barnwell Group, right? A company shouldn’t cost your entire life’s effort and time.” Lyra chuckled. “What exactly are you trying to say? Cough, cough.” Huaien held onto the handle of the wheelchair and his face darkened.
“You just finished the operation and there isn’t even a person you can trust around you. How sad.”
Lyra’s smile grew deeper and deeper. “This might be the punishment of the heavens to you, the murderer.”
“You don’t have to talk nonsense in front of me. I will now…”
“Our fathers all died in your hands. There is also Lachlan, as well as a dozen villagers who were covered by the ruins of the village.” Although it was not a pity for Lachlan to die, he was still a human. At that time, Huaien’s pupils were shocked. In the past ten years, he had planned so well that no one would discover the clues of that year. Even if there were, they would have been burned to ashes by the fire. “Then go and call the police. I didn’t do those things at all.” “No.”
Huaien was surprised by her calm reaction.
“I will use another method to make you pay the price. Just wait, the retribution is coming.” After saying that, Lyra turned around and took a glance at the yellow papers. “These were burned for you in advance. You can spend them down there.” (Yellow papers are burned as giving money to the dead.)
“You!”
After all, Huaien was in a wheelchair. Even if he wanted to chase after Lyra, he was still lacking in speed. When the wheels turned, he almost fell off the steps.
“Drake has been dead for so many years. What can the daughter do to me?”
Huaien’s eyes were filled with killing intent. Not long after Lyra left Huaien’s house, she got into Hank’s car by the roadside. Like usually, he gave her a blanket and a warm cup.
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