The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 485

Shane was baffled, "Which Anthony?"

"Just, just your brother, Anthony Callahan. He is standing in the doorway right now. He is alive!"

The more Shane listened, the more his brow furrowed.

He prepared to stand up.

The soreness in his arms and thighs pulled him back to his seat, and he forced himself to endure the pain and ordered, "Send him in."

*

When everyone in the dining room saw Anthony's face, all was surprised that if they saw the ghost.

Rebecca was the most excited one and her eyes turned watery.

"Anthony, it's really you? You're not dead?"

Anthony smiled slightly, "I'm tough. lucky to survive."

His eyes moved to Shane and Timothy, "Shane, Timothy."

Timothy nodded woodenly.

Shane had little expression. He was the most subdued and calm one.

He used a spoon to stir the soup in the bowl. The porcelain spoon and bowl made a crisp sound, and his tone was solemn as he questioned, "If you're not dead, why haven't you delivered a letter to us in the past year? Do you still have our family in your eyes?"

Anthony meekly bowed his head in a submissive manner, "I'm sorry for having to hide myself this year in order to stay alive. It was my fault for causing my brothers and sisters to worry."

Shane felt much better, "Forget it. It's good to be back. Did you have dinner?"

"No."

Shane gave a glance at the servant next to him, "Get Mr. Anthony a pair of dishes."

"No need." Anthony refused.

His blue and jewel-like eyes were extraordinarily deep, and he looked at Shane.

"Shane, I have something I'd like to talk to you about alone. Is that convenient?"

Shane stared at him, keenly aware of the unusual in his eyes.

However, Shane was too tired and sore to get up.

At his discretion, he looked to Timothy and Rebecca, who looked bitter and little appetite.

"What's that look on your faces, you two? Can't eat? Then go back to your room and don't get in my way here."

"Yes." In unison, the two got up and fled the dining room, not wanting to stay a moment longer.

Shane drove away the servants and butler again.

In just a minute, the only two brothers were left in the large dining room.

Anthony walked around the long dining room table to the empty space next to Shane's chairs, and had the good sense not to sit down, but to stand in a disciplined manner.

Shane was pleased with his understanding behavior and his mood gradually softened, "Tell me, what was going on before?"

Anthony looked indifferent. And his tone was so calm that there was no ups and downs.

"A year ago, Malcolm, with a cross-country warrant, caused a scene on my wedding day with Rara, forcing Rara to have to shoot me."

Shane tapped the table impatiently and urged, "I know about this. What I want to ask is how did you get away from Malcolm?"

"It was Rara who couldn't bear t hat. The bullet missed and did not directly hit my heart, but Malcolm did not know it. He thought I was dead and had me casually thrown to the nearest hill. I was not even buried. He wanted my body to be mutilated by wild dogs and wolves, with no bones left."

Shane snorted lightly, "Malcolm could do such a thing."

Shane's eyes were downcast, without any emotions.

He continued, "Perhaps it was my life that happened to be saved by a hunter on the hill. And then my mother asked the international court to rule on Rara because of me. Malcolm sent someone to the hill to try to find my body. I fled the country overnight, and for the past year, I have been moving from one illiterate country to another, hiding my name and identity, and working for my life as a teacher in the mountains."

Shane listened quietly, was satisfied with his experience, and sighed as if in regret.