The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 177

Melvin tightened his eyebrows and glared angrily at Eleven. his dark eyes were chilling, "Did you just say Lyra went to the police department last night?"

Eleven was simply speechless!

It was Fifteen who called from the police department. They only said that they wanted to hide it from Melvin first, so that he could recuperate well, but the result was he caught on the spot.

"Mr. Freeman, don’t worry. Master Keith is in it. She’ll be fine. May she just needs to do a statement, and then she’ll be released."

How was it possible to feel at ease?

She spent last night in the police department. How cold it was inside! She couldn't sleep well at all!

He turned his head and was about to go downstairs when Eleven stopped him.

"Mr. Freeman you can not be discharged from the hospital yet. The doctor said the fluid is not just concentrated sulfuric acid. They need to test. You have to stay in the hospital for observation!"

Melvin simply ignored it.

As he just walked a few steps, he suddenly the blood was surged up from his chest and he felt the taste of the blood in his throat.

He gagged and coughed twice. His fist was stained with small pieces of bright red blood, and his originally pale lips were stained with a small circle of bright red.

Eleven saw that he actually vomited blood and was scared. He hurriedly dragged him back to the ward and turned his head to go to the doctor.

Melvin stopped him, "I'm fine, no need to make a fuss."

"You're vomiting blood! How can this be trivial? You have to get a doctor to re-do a physical examination."

Melvin pulled him back and stressed, "It's really okay. Not vomiting blood. I was just too anxious and accidentally bit my tongue. Don't make a big deal out of it and tell Lyra. She has a bunch of unresolved problems over there. Don't add to her burden."

"Really? Just biting your tongue?"

Eleven was a little unconvinced.

Melvin nodded without changing his face, and when he faltered, he continued, "I'm a little hungry. Could you pack a porridge and send it up for me?"

"There should be porridge in the hospital cafeteria. I'll ask the nurse to bring it over for you."

Eleven made a move to press the bedside call, but was stopped by Melvin, "I don't want to eat the hospital’s. I want it from the Doug Hotel next door. Please get it for me."

"This ..."

Eleven was a little hesitant. Twelve went to help deal with the lady’s issue. If he left, Melvin had no one around.

Melvin could see his concern. His face was pale and his thin lips were smiling, "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. I know Lyra has Keith and Collin who will help her. I'll stay in the hospital and not get involved."

"Okay."

Melvin ordered more breakfast dishes and asked for them to be made to order.

Eleven did not suspect but still felt a little uneasy. Before he went out, he instructed him.

Melvin nodded calmly, and his hand hidden under the sleeve clenched with veins bulging.

Until Eleven left completely, he quickly rushed to the toilet that came with the VIP ward and vomited a mouthful of blood furiously.

With his head spinning, he barely managed to hold on to the sink so he wouldn't pass out on the spot.

Even if it was because of being injected with a special drug, the concentrated sulfuric acid only corroded and burnt the skin. It should not have an effect on his body.

He took off his shirt, removed the bandage on his back, and observed the wound on his back through the mirror, which was clearly medicated but was still bright red and hideous. It showed signs of continuing to fester.

Melvin's eyes faintly flashed with a trace of complexity.

This was ...

He cleaned the blood off his lips, redressed his shirt, sat back down on the bed, and sent a message to Chad.

Fifteen minutes later, Chad arrived in a hurry.