The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 210

Fiona's face froze.

She lowered her head. Her eyes were flickering slightly. And there was a bitter smile on her face, "He... didn't say anything, just told me to take good care of you."

Lyra wrinkled her eyebrows and her expression was serious. Obviously she didn't believe what she was saying.

Fiona continued: "In fact, for his death, I don't blame you at all. It's my fault. If I was not so mean to you, treat you well, maybe you will not be so discouraged to divorce. And he will not recover the relationship ..."

She couldn't say any more and tears fell down again.

Lyra gave her a box of tissues. Her eyes turned red once again and she choked with sobs, "Whether you mean it or not, I will personally go to the Freeman Manor the day after tomorrow and return the manor to you."

"Really?"

Fiona cried more miserably, "I'm sorry. You're such a good girl. It's all because I didn't cherish you before. I'm really sorry!"

Lyra sighed. Her tone was muted.

"I just don't lack money or a house to live in, so you don't have to thank me. For the grudge between me and you, Melvin he ... all helped you pay it off."

Fiona felt even more guilty and cried while her back throbbing.

Seeing that she was crying loudly, Lyra walked up, gently smoothed her back and continued, "By the way, I accept his will, but I don't have the energy to manage the group anymore."

Fiona stopped crying and looked up at her, "So are you planning to ...?"

Lyra's starry eyes were firm, "If you believe me, be ruthless for once."

"What do you want to do?"

"You'll know it the day after tomorrow"

Fiona looked at her with suspicion and vague anticipation.

Now, Fiona really regretted having pushed such a good daughter-in-law out with her own hands, but more words were not going to remedy it.

...

During these two days, Lyra asked someone to find the best aristocratic etiquette teacher in Frayton, and took Eleven, other four bodyguards and the etiquette teacher to the Freeman Manor.

Fiona and Sheila were still wearing servants' clothes at the Freeman Manor, and Lyra came over while they were doing the cleaning.

During this time, the two of them had become much more peaceful, and the servants who used to vent their angers on them had not been making things difficult for them lately.

Lyra sat in the main seat of the living room having tea, with the Freeman Manor estate transfer agreement on the table.

When Fiona came in, Lyra let her sit down on a small couch to the side.

As soon as Sheila came in and saw Lyra, she immediately started barking, "You bitch! How dare you come here! You are the scourge of my family! You ..."

"Shut up!"

Fiona scolded her sternly.

Sheila was depressed, "Mom, what the hell is wrong with you lately!? What's wrong with me scolding her? Why are you always helping her? Are you still my mother?"

Fiona sighed, not bothering to pay attention to her.

Lyra was not angry and asked lightly, "You can do it. When I'm done with my work, I can let you continue."

Lyra let her curse at will?

Sheila muttered in her mind, "What are you trying to say?"

Lyra looked askance at the papers on the table and said, "I can return the Freeman Manor to you, and even transfer 40% of the shares in my hands to you and 45% to your future children."

Sheila froze with what she said, "You would be so kind?"