The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 271

Since there was no way out, Malcolm simply ignored her.

He returned his gaze to the window, and his eyes returned to indifference.

On his handsome face, the few lip marks were very conspicuous, making him look like he had just been "bullied".

The persona of a cold and domineering boss was gone in front of Lyra.

Lyra saw that he wasn't talking anymore so she wasn't going to keep pushing him.

"Okay, you want to calm down. I'll give you time. But don't say anything like breaking the engagement or breaking up. Who told you to mess with me in the first place? Now you want to quit in the middle, no way! You Malcolm can only be mine for the rest of your life!"

"And I'm sorry. I'm just so strong. You only see clearly who I am now. It's late! You can regret later!"

With a condescending grunt, she got up and left.

She knew Malcolm too well. He was very stubborn. It was not easy to let him say the truth.

And he liked to hold back and liked to hide the hurt to bear it alone.

As for why he had developed such a character, Lyra guessed a lot.

At her welcoming, the old Mr. White got angry and was able to say that he would punish Malcolm in front of her.

Malcolm's parents died in a car accident when he was very young, he had been raised by the old Mr. White.

The old Mr. White had a harsh and old-fashioned way of thinking. She was afraid that he received a lot of beatings and punishments. When he got hurt, no one felt sorry for him and he can only bear it himself.

He had always cherished the ones around him who loved him, and the more deeply he loved them, the more he had to hide the love from them.

So Lyra got the intuition.

He was either injured or sick this time!

Moreover, judging from his level of perversity, his problem this time was probably not simple.

Just because Malcolm won't talk about it, it didn't mean she can't check it out herself!

She thought as she came out of the office.

Chad was standing just a short distance away.

She walked over and whispered, "I'm looking for you for something. Come over with me quietly."

"Huh?"

Chad looked at her who had the serious expression. He was a little uneasy, but can not refuse her. Therefore, he can only be confused to follow her, walking to the unoccupied safe passage.

"Miss Lyra, what can I do for you?"

Lyra was serious, "How many years have you been with Malcolm?"

Chad thought for a moment, "At least more than years."

She nodded thoughtfully and continued tentatively, "So you guys went to the border. Malcolm, did he get hurt?"

"No, there were many our men. We will not let the boss easily get injured. Don't worry."

Chad looked natural and answered quickly.

Lyra probably had something in mind, "It would have to be an illness."

Chad lowered his head and didn't say anything.

"You've been with him for so long. You must know his health best. What kind of illness is he suffering from? Is it serious?"

Chad scratched his head with a bitter face, "What makes you think so? He has been in pretty good health, not sick."

"He hid it from me, and you refuse to tell the truth?"

"I ..."

"Last night I kicked him out of bed with a little force, so you can see that he is very weak. When I saw him just now, his face is pale. Even if you deny it, I won't believe it. So tell me, what is wrong with him?"

Chad had a sad face, resisted the urge to tell the truth several times and let out a long sigh, "You should stop pushing me. I really don't know anything. I... I still have some work to take care of, so I'll leave first."

Lyra looked at his fugitive back, pondered, took out her cell phone and called Darkbell's men.

"Check Malcolm's itinerary for the last few months for any hospital visits that are particularly frequent. Be quick."