The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 153

Keith lowered his head and fell into a very serious contemplation.

After thinking about it, he shook his head.

"No, you know dad is not young. when you were born, dad was not young already at that time. Claudia has asked around for prescriptions over the years, but I haven't heard of she's pregnant."

Claudia Craig, her stepmother, was just three years older than her, so Lyra and her had always been at odds, and whenever they were together, they usually argued with each other.

Lyra pondered.

She had a hunch that the thing she was stranded in Frayton after she lost memory years ago had something to do with the little girl in her mind.

But again, she couldn't remember anything.

She had to slowly check this matter later.

Now she can only put it aside for a while.

"Keith, what did you do with that group last night?"

Keith was silent.

When he arrived last night, they almost finished fighting, and it was Melvin who arrived first with his men.

He cleaned up the mess, leaving a few killers who were alive to interrogate later.

He thought about it, omitting Melvin, "They hurt you, so I slaughtered most of them for you to vent your anger. I left two. When you recover, you can personally go to trial to see if you can get some information."

"Great."

Lyra put the nutritional soup on the bedside, and suddenly remembered she was saved by someone last night.

"So it was you, Keith. You jumped in the water last night to save me?"

Keith was angry when she mentioned it.

By the time he arrived, Melvin had already jumped into the water.

When Lyra was carried up, he saw that the side of his sister's dress was torn, and wondered if this son of bitch had done something excessive to her.

"Well, it's me." He looked away, a little unnaturally.

Lyra's eyebrows knitted slightly and her eyes locked on his, "Really? But I remember someone kissing me and pumping oxygen into my mouth."

"What?"

Melvin, the son of bitch was really restless!

He shouldn't have been soft-hearted. He should have thrown the son of bitch back into the river and let him be frozen to death!

"You were not awake at all, so you should have misremembered."

Lyra's eyes looked deep into his, "Keith, don't you lie to me."

"How could brother lie to you? It's true." He raised his eyes to look at her, and his eyes were firm.

Lyra knew him too well.

But even if she knew he wasn't telling the truth, and he persisted in refusing to say, she couldn't ask anything.

So, she asked in a different way, "Where's Melvin? Where did he go last night?"

"I don't know where he went last night. This bastard. It's because of Charlotte. So many things happened. It's unrelated to him more or less. Don't care about him. I just locked him up in Seaside Villa and didn't let him go out."

Lyra wrinkled her eyebrows and wanted to say something else, but Keith immediately took up the soup and prevented her from saying.

"Here, Rara, have some more. Connie made it herself. It's good for your wound recovery."

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In the basement of Seaside Villa.

HE coughed violently. The sound was heart-wrenching, appalling and echoing for a long time.

Melvin curled himself up on the cold floor. His eyes were unable to hide the sickly look.

Because of the violent coughing, his face was miserable wan, looking feeble.

He was drenched in cold sweat, but his body was boiling hot.

He was losing his consciousness.

But Eleven, with whom he got along with well, was still in the hospital rehabilitating.

Keith let Fifteen and Seventeen lock him in the basement without water, food, or even a light.

He stayed alone in the dark basement for more than ten hours.