The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 327

Micah did not speak, always suppressing his anger.

He did not know anything happened in Frayton, but he knew that his sister married into the Freeman family for three years and suffered a lot.

After learning that Malcolm was the ex-husband of Rara at the beginning, he was also against the engagement, and even after Rara made Malcolm pay back all those debts, he always hated the prospective brother-in-law.

The reason why he was willing to stay and treat Malcolm's eyes was purely feeling heart-ached for Rara and for her sake.

Although there was anger in the heart, Micah had always been quiet, did not like to say anything more, turned around and go out.

A few minutes later, he came in with the blended pills and capsules, placed them on the bedside table, helped him pour another glass of water, and left again.

Keith looked at Micah's cold back. Knowing Micah's temper so well, he sighed silently.

Since it was time for his medication, Keith had to wake Malcolm up.

"Rara!"

Malcolm, who had just woken up, was not even conscious yet, and he was still repeating Rara.

Keith was a little moved. He really loved Rara.

"Malcolm, it's time to take your medication." Keith lightened his tone and picked up the glass of water.

In fact, Malcolm was three years older than Keith. Malcolm was in love with his sister, and later he would be his brother-in-law. Now he called him by his first name, which was the maximum he can accept.

Malcolm struggled to get up, found his hands and feet were bound, and the tyranny raged on his cold and horrified face.

"Let go of me. I want to see Rara!" he said in a stubborn tone, in hostility.

Keith sighed, "I told you, she's not here. Take your medicine, okay? Micah tied you up tightly. The more you struggle, the more it hurts!"

Malcolm couldn't even listen to him.

Those inky eyes burned with rage, and madness engulfed his nerves. His fists clenched, and the veins on his arms bulged. His wrists and ankles quickly got some red marks by struggling.

Keith watched his crazy actions and held his forehead: "Are you mad? If you go on, my patience will wear out. And I'll get Micah to come over and force the drug. Believe it or not!"

"You call Rara. Put her on speaker. I want to hear it from her in person!"

Calling?

Keith looked at his wristwatch. At this time, they were still on the plane and couldn't get through.

"I won't take my medicine until I see Rara!"

Malcolm roared. His wrists abraded with blood, and the rope stained with bright red blood.

Keith noticed the blood on his wrists and gasped in depression.

It was only the first day and he resisted like this. They can not always tied him up every day. When Rara came back, and saw Malcolm's injury ...

He gave in and slapped his head a few times as if venting his anger.

Torturing! It was too torturing!

"How am I supposed to get you on the phone when Rara's on the plane? Besides, if you hurt yourself, Rara will be hurt when she finds out! I'm begging you. Will you behave yourself?"

"Why is Rara on the plane? Where does she go?"

"You want to know that badly?" Keith had an idea: "How about I help you untie the rope and tell you where Rara goes as long as you stop moving around?"

The violent Malcolm on the bed quieted down instantly, with his chest heaving violently, which signaled the madness he had just committed.

Keith breathed a sigh of relief.

Surely the only thing that can subdue him was Rara.

"Don't move. Don't move! I'll untie you. And if you dare to make a scene as soon as you're untied, or try to fight me again, you won't know where Rara is!"

With this threat, Malcolm finally behaved himself.