The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 497

Hearing her gentle coaxing, Shane's eyes were reddened and gradually turned watery.

"Mom, I'm sorry. Your son wants to live. I don't want to give up the honor and power I've gotten now, let alone go into High-order Prison. I don't want to live worse than death and live like a walking corpse."

He held the fading woman in his arms tighter and tighter.

"Don't worry. It was the appearance of that bastard son that caused your mental problems and lost my sister. I know how much you hate him."

"I will, for sure, make him pay for it."

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In the late afternoon, Timothy returned home while rubbing his back and whimpering.

He was forced to so assignments for the National Investigation Bureau over the past few days, and his whole body was aching.

Shane was really ruthless. Shane knew he was weak and couldn't withstand the bureau's high-intensity mission.

He simply wanted to cry, being oppressed every day like living in the hell.

If this continued, when would it end?

But once he remembered when Anthony was beaten until two cane were broken last night, he was scared to death and restrained himself from scolding Shane.

He grasped wall. His legs were shaking with weakness, and he moved little by little towards the garden.

A male servant hurried by and he stopped him, "What are you running for? Come and help me."

The servant didn't move at first and froze before stepping forward and holding his arm, "Sorry, Mr. Timothy, Mr. Shane is having the penthouse cleaned up. Everyone is busy so I forgot to greet you."

"Why is he cleaning up the penthouse?"

The male servant shook his head, "How would we know about it? It's after six, and Mr. Shane has asked to have it all cleaned up by nightfall, or we'll all get fired."

Timothy was puzzled, but was quite understanding, "Then go do your job. No need to help me. I'll walk by myself."

"Thank you, Mr. Keith for being considerate."

The male servant bowed deeply, turned his head and ran to the backyard.

Timothy looked at his back, and the suspicion in his heart deepened.

Only last night, Shane suspected Anthony of stealing something from the penthouse, and today he was going to clean it all out.

What did Shane want?

Intuition told Timothy that there must be a secret here.

He moved his steps and slowly went over to the backyard.

The closer he got, the sound of breaking glass rose and fell, which was very sharp.

There were many servants and bodyguards in the backyard. Even the butler was there. They were all busy with the matter at hand. No one paid any attention to him.

Some people were burning something and some were smashing glass containers. And some were digging pits to prepare for landfills.

Timothy looked confused at the scene.

In the corner were containers that had not all been destroyed. They were thumb-sized glass tubes with a little of clear liquid left at the bottom that had not been poured clean.

He picked up a glass tube at random and held it in his hand to check it out.

The butler, who was busy not far away, saw his action and was so shocked that he hurried over, took the glass tube from his hand and put it back in the corner.

"Mr. Timothy, these are all garbage. Mr. Shane wants to destroy them. Don't hurt your hand. Everyone is too busy to care about you. Go back to the villa. It's time to dinner later."

Timothy froze and responded, "Okay, you guys get busy. I'll go to my room."

"Mr. Timothy, take your time."

The butler bent respectfully and turned around to go on with the unfinished business at hand.

Timothy watched the messy and busy scene, and observed it.

While everyone was not paying attention to him, he quietly picked up the glass tube just now, quickly stuffed into his pocket and hid it, pretending to leave the backyard with a leisurely gesture.

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After a long day of work, Malcolm returned to Lyre Spiti to find Rebecca who was quirky in the house.