The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 524

High fever?

Lyra gasped and her expression instantly turned grave. And then she turned her head to go out, "Buy a ticket immediately and go back to our country."

"Honey, take it easy for a minute."

Malcolm took her wrist and said methodically, "It's late at night over in Crana. There's no private plane that can be transferred this time, so there's not always a flight back home at night. Even if there is, the plane will take more than 20 hours to get there."

Lyra gave him a cold look, "So you're just going to sit there and wait? Malcolm, you're really not worried when our babies get feverish and sick because we're not around?"

She shook off his hand and walked outside the venue.

Malcolm let out a long sigh and rushed to catch up, "I was wrong this time. Our babies are sick and I was in a hurry, but it is really too far for us to go back. So I have already called Anthony to let him know, and have Chad go to the medical team of White family to call in the pediatrician. "

He walked side by side with Lyra and continued to explain, "Anthony promises he would watch the babies and keep them on fever medicine and shots, so don't worry about it."

Lyra did not speak but walked forward with looking back. Her cold face indicated that she was in a bad mood at this time, which was a warning sign of an impending storm.

Malcolm swallowed hard and followed her very deliberately, thinking the words of explanation.

"Honey, our babies are still small. Growing up is always stumbling. A fever, a little sickness is normal ..."

Lyra stopped dead in her tracks, turned around resentfully and gave him a cold look.

Malcolm, as if feeling the scary stare, meekly closed his mouth and followed her without a word.

The journey back to the hotel was without words.

Lyra spent the entire time looking at her phone and choosing her ticket.

The evening flight back to Crana was sold out, so she had to take the earliest flight back tomorrow. By the time they got to Crana, it was early morning.

Thinking about how difficult it must be for babies to have a high fever at such an early age, she felt very digressed but she just could not immediately fly back to guard the two babies.

Once in her room, Lyra began packing.

She bought the earliest ticket for tomorrow at six.

It was too late to pack up after getting up, so she had to pick up the unwanted items now to save time the next day.

The presidential suite was filled with an oppressive aura.

Malcolm stood quietly for a while. Seeing that she completely ignored him, he couldn't help but feel distressed as well.

He stepped forward and consciously helped Lyra pack her bags together.

But as soon as he came to squat and pack her suitcase, Lyra turned around and left.

"Rara?"

"Babe..."

No one paid any attention to him.

He felt suffocating to death.

On the plane to Atria, Lyra said that if anything happened to the babies, he would not be spared.

However, he would rather she beat him hard a few times, venting a little anger in the heart. No cold violence. And don't ignore him.

When thinking melancholy, he heard the sound of footsteps in flip-flops from far and near.

He looked up and Lyra found a hanger from somewhere, which looked horribly appalling.

"Babe!"

Malcolm got up and scrambled backwards, swallowing hard over and over again.

Lyra came towards him with a weapon in her hand, which was overwhelming.

She kept cornering him.

His tall and broad back looked weak and helpless at this time.

"We can have a talk. You can't beat me. This hanger in your hand is iron. Do you really want to break my legs?"

The other end of hanger was pressed deadly against his chest in a threatening manner.

"Malcolm, is this how you admit fault?"

"I ..."

He was speechless and half raised his hands in a surrender, "Yes, I was wrong."

"Where's the mistake?"

Malcolm thought about it for a long time and didn't answer.