The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 332

When Collin came in carrying the feather duster, Micah glanced at the appalling murder weapon in his hand with little expression, seemingly being supportive.

Keith, who was on the bedside, however, was terrified and immediately got up to stop his brother.

"Collin, don't! Don't beat him! He has a fever. He's at his weakest. You're too angry to control your strength. What if you kill him, how will you explain when Rara comes back?"

Anytime when he used Lyra as the excuse, it always worked best.

Collin's sanity picked up quite a bit.

But before he could quite put down the duster he was holding up, Malcolm, who was on the bed, spoke coldly.

"With the old grudge between you and me, what's the use of just beating me up to take out your anger? Just beat me to death if you have the guts."

This was a naked provocation!

Collin's anger drifted upward. He was more furious than ever before.

"Okay, I'll help you achieve your aim. If I don't beat you to death today, my last name is not Lloyd!"

"Collin, don't beat him! Calm down! He's just a sick man. Just think he's brain is burned. Don't lower yourself to his level!"

Keith tried desperately to stop him, and turned back to Malcolm with a hateful glare, "Will you die if you shut your mouth?! I want to beat you so badly as well!"

Malcolm didn't say a word.

Between him and Collin, there was a competitive and hostile relationship.

Collin sent someone in the neighbor city's mountain range and attempted to kill him once before, causing him to return late from serious injuries. And by the time he returned, Lyra had acquired the Freeman Group.

If it wasn't for Lyra being in the middle, he didn't want to make things difficult for Lyra. Otherwise, he would have fought with Collin for real earlier.

While he was sick, Collin came over to taunt him this time. And with Lyra's absence, he didn't need to be fake polite to Collin!

The farce in the room started. Because there was Keith who was intercepting, Collin missed, and beat the bed a few times.

The horrifying sound of breaking wind kept ringing, and the reddish-brown feathers on the duster were whipped off and flying around the room with abandon.

Collin made a big deal out of this, but he didn't even beat him.

Malcolm put his fist on his lips and kept coughing. His pale face was without a trace of fear, and he was waiting for the beating.

Collin couldn't beat him, and knew it wasn't honorable to bully a sick man.

With no place to vent his anger, he raised his hand and smacked Keith's arm with the duster.

There was a crunching sound, and Keith rubbed his arm mournfully. He was dazed by the beating.

"Hiss! It hurts! Collin, be careful! You beat me!"

"It's you I'm beating up! It's only been a few days since you take care of him, and you defect so quickly. Since you're protecting him, you'll suffer for him!"

Keith's head was full of questions.

Was he wronged?

However, the fear of being beaten by his brother since he was a child made him too afraid to hide and he only dared to block his head with his arms.

Hearing that Collin was going to beat Keith, Malcolm couldn't be bothered to cough, and by listening to the direction of the sound, he weakly braced himself up and tried to block it.

Collin's raised feather duster was clutched by Micah from behind before it could fall again.

"Stop it. Don't let the outsider laugh at us."

Micah's tone was cold. He snorted in a scheming way and continued, "If you want to fix Malcolm, it is simple. I have a drug. It can make him feel extremely painful with no strength to counterattack. It will not hurt his body. Do you want to try?"

Malcolm just stood up. Hearing Micah's words, he did not show his real feeling but his back stiffened.

Because he had little strength, he fell back to bed weakly.

Collin let go of the feather duster and let Micah take it. Seeing that Malcolm was no longer provocative, his anger seemed to have subsided.