The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 237

Malcolm's face was calm, as if he was not the one who was sentenced to death by the doctor.

"You mean, if the virus is not suppressed properly, there is a possibility that I may suddenly lose my life one day?"

Jimmy lowered his head and didn't answer.

It seemed to be a confirmation.

Malcolm also fell silent.

He thought his body would have no problem living for at least a few decades with the inhibitors.

If he had known that this was the case, then he might as well not let Rara know that he was still alive, lest she would suffer again later because of his death.

In the heavy atmosphere of sadness, Chad did not hold back and silently stood aside to shed tears.

Malcolm heard the sobs and gave him a stare, "Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet."

"I, I just feel ..." he felt so sorry for his boss.

His boss was only less than 30 years old. He had to suffer from illness all day long, but also to live a life of fear.

He was too bitter!

Jimmy scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "actually not so bad. I just said if, according to the current situation, as long as with the treatment, to maintain a good resistance, my inhibitor can also keep Malcolm at least twenty years!"

Chad's face was mournful, "What about after twenty years?"

Jimmy gave Malcolm a reassuring look, "It's been twenty years. Maybe I'll have developed a cure by then, and Malcolm will live a long life!"

At least there was hope for a cure, and the room was gradually warming up.

Chad took a tissue and blew his nose, being quite depressed, "Doctor, can you talk it non stop?! It's scary as hell!"

Jimmy laughed and gave Malcolm another injection of inhibitor to strengthen the effect of the drugs in his body, and then prescribed him with drugs to help the wound heal and suppress angina, respectively.

He was instructed to restrain his beastly nature before his injury healed and not to engage in that strenuous exercise anymore.

Although Malcolm said yes, he was actually distracted and didn't listen much.

It was almost the end of the day when they came out of the lab.

Malcolm was about to go back to his car to pick up Lyra from the Angle Group when he came across Collin who was in a dark airline uniform. His face was cold and grim, walking towards him, followed by his lovely wife, Kathleen Henderson.

The two had obviously just gotten off the plane and came over, and neither looked very good.

They were like coming to pick a fight.

Chad politely shouted, "Hello Mr. Collin, hello ma'am."

Kathleen nodded. Collin's eyes were dark, ignoring it. And he walked straight to Malcolm.

After all, he was his former brother-in-law, so he had to have a good relationship. Malcolm restrained his hostility in his eyes, "Why is Mr. Collin free to come back to Suham recently?"

Collin stopped a meter away from him and pulled out a pistol directly, aiming it at his head with a horrifying and murderous burst of energy.

"Mr. Collin?!" Chad was confused.

Malcolm's mouth curled up in a sneer, not the least bit flustered. His hands were in his trouser's pockets, leisurely and elegantly. And he stared at with him, "What do you mean?"

Collin raged with killing intent, "I want your life!"

...

Lyra, who was in the office of Angle Group Tower, waited for five minutes without Malcolm coming to pick her up.

Mel said he would come over early to pick her up to dinner, and he was always punctual.

Lyra was about to call and ask when she received a text message from Chad.

It read: Mr. Collin wants to kill my boss, the laboratory.

Why was Collin back all of a sudden?

Lyra frowned, remembering that she had called Collin the other day to check Malcolm's departure record ...

"It's screwed!"