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The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 1002

Chapter 1002 Take care of my wife myself

After all, this was a family matter, and it was not convenient for Lyra to say more.
What was more, Anthony admitted his mistake, and she beat him.
Without complaining, Lyra sat on the waiting chair opposite.
Malcolm followed and sat next to his wife naturally.
He took his wife's hand that just slapped Anthony, and felt sorry for her. "Your hand is red. You're too impulsive."
She should let him beat him because Anthony was infuriating anyway.
Although he was dissatisfied with his wife's beating behavior, Malcolm didn't say much. He helped her rub her palm, took out a wet tissue, and helped her wipe it clean. Finally, he bent down and kissed Lyra's palm several times.
Lyra felt it sweet, squeezed Malcolm's face gently as if rewarding him, and smiled at him.
However, the better Malcolm treated her, the more she felt sorry for Mavis. Falling in love with a paranoid man like Anthony who had no brain was a kind of sadness in itself.
However, as a bystander, she had no better way.
Their kids were almost six years old, and they were still in love as ever, like a young couple in a passionate love period, being intimate as if no one else existed.
Anthony's eyes were sore. He looked away silently, not thinking about Lyra and Malcolm.
The outside of operating room fell silent like this, and no one spoke again.
Another twenty minutes passed.
The red light in the operating room finally went dark.
A nurse opened the door first.
Lyra, Malcolm and Anthony all got up and followed to the door of the operating room.
"Who is the family?" said the nurse.
Anthony took another step forward and replied, "I'm her husband."
The nurse glanced at Anthony, and wrote something in a medical record. "She was severely stimulated, which induced uterine contraction, causing a small blood vessel between the uterus and the fetal membrane to rupture, so bleeding occurred..."
This sounded serious, and Lyra squeezed Malcolm's hand, tense.
Anthony frowned, listening without saying a word.
"However, fortunately, she was delivered in time, and there was not much bleeding, so the problem is not serious. She'll be fine after staying in the hospital for observation for a few days. You must let her rest well. And there is no major problem."
The last few words seemed to give reassurance to the three people in front of the operating room.
Anthony lowered his eyebrows, showing no emotion, "As long as she's fine."
The nurse was still glancing at him. Her expression under the mask was not very good.
This man was handsome, but how could he do such a bastard thing, and even drive his wife into the hospital? And his wife almost had a miscarriage.
"Sir, because of the physical condition when pregnant, she's inherently sensitive and prone to have prenatal depression. As her husband, you should accompany her more and take care of her emotions. Don't let her think wildly, let alone stimulate her."
Anthony nodded again and again, looking very understanding, "Yes, it's because I didn't do well enough."
When she saw that he didn't shirk his responsibility, the nurse's face softened a little.
This man knew that he was at fault, so he was not hopeless.
She instructed again, "Don't stimulate her any more. She's already thin due to malnutrition during pregnancy. If she suffers a few more times, the baby will really be lost, and the mother's damage will be very serious. It's recommended that you should cook some nutritious food, and usually tell her to rest more."
Anthony nodded again, "Got it."
Mavis was fine and was quickly transferred out of the emergency room and into a general ward.
Lyra stood by Mavis's side, bringing warm water to help Mavis wipe her face and hands.
As soon as she wrung out the towel, she turned around and saw Anthony standing beside him like a log.
He seemed to be a guest, standing a little awkwardly.
Lyra was very upset. "Even Malcolm knows to go to the hotel next door to help Mavis order nutritious porridge for tomorrow's morning, but you, a genuine husband, just stand by and watch. Anthony, I really don't understand you more and more."
He was scolded again.
Anthony was not angry at all, but replied in a kindly manner, "It's my problem. Rara, go back to rest with Malcolm earlier. Mavis will be taken care of by me."
Lyra gave him a cold look.
Indeed, he should be allowed to do everything. Otherwise he would be worse than an outsider.
Thinking back to when she was pregnant, Malcolm was so distressed that he did everything by himself. If the Lloyd family didn't have a bunch of messy things about the illegitimate daughter at that time, she would have given birth smoothly.
Even when she was in European Swye back then, Anthony cared for her in every possible way when she was pregnant and did everything.
She sighed, thinking that Anthony still didn't love Mavis enough.
"Anthony, your wife must be taken care of by yourself. If you lose Mavis forever in the future, you'll definitely regret it."
She threw the towel back into the basin. "Life is short, so don't do a few things you regret. After all, you have no turning back."
Anthony's face turned pale, and the hands under his sleeves were clenched tightly, in that Lyra's words caused turbulent emotions.
Lyra didn't have time to pay attention to his mood, but she got up and left.
Anthony and Mavis, who was sleeping, were soon left in the entire VIP ward.
He sat by the head of the bed. His long eyelashes were trembling slightly, and he was trying his best to suppress his emotions.
"Yes, if I hadn't entered the Security Agency training camp back then, the person standing side by side with you now should be me."
He sneered and murmured softly.
"It's really my life of failure, always missing and regretting."
The dark blue pupils slowly lifted up, and his eyes fixed on Mavis's sleeping face.
Over the past few days, she seemed to have worn down a lot.
Unable to bear it, Anthony took the initiative to twist the towel left by Lyra, and wiped Mavis's face and hands gently.
...
The next day, Mavis was woken up by the harsh sunlight coming in from the window.
She looked around and she was the only one in the white ward.
There was an indescribable sense of loneliness.
She caressed her swollen belly, and secretly persuaded herself to bear with it that everything will be fine when the baby was born.
The door of the ward was opened, and Anthony came in with a nutritious porridge made by a chef in a hotel.
"You're awake. Is there any pain in your body?"
He came over, put down the nutritious porridge, and sat on the chair beside the bed.
Mavis sat up with her heavy body, leaned against the head of the bed, and asked, "Is my baby okay?"
"It's fine. The doctor said you were overly frightened. Pay attention to controlling your emotions and don't be too happy or sad."
The tone of the narrative was calm, and there was no emotion.
Mavis was a little uncomfortable and turned her head to glance at the sunlight outside the window, "Can you please close the curtains for me?"
She spoke very politely, not at all like ordering her husband.
The sunlight was so harsh that it made her eyes uncomfortable. Her body was still weak. Otherwise she would never have asked Anthony to close the curtains for her.
Anthony was holding the porridge, stirring it with a spoon to let it cool. He only glanced at the window when he received Mavis' request, but he didn't agree.

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