The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 611

Seeing his son's emotions out of control like this, he couldn't help anything and there was nothing he could do about Malcolm who was aloof.

Ryan felt powerless and sad, hugged Travis desperately, and glared at Malcolm coolly but savagely.

In a lazy manner, he took off the leather gloves that he had just touched Travis and gave them to the police officer to throw away.

The last thing he said before he left was, "This is the last chance last night. If I don't get the answers I want by ten o 'clock tonight, I'll be damned with you in this matter."

"But I didn't know the truth about my parents' death, and I still don't know it. Without any loss. Ryan, that's not so good for you. You have to pay for your only precious son, and you're more responsible for this than I am."

He smiled coldly, sneered, turned around and left, letting them snuggle for a while.

Ryan took more than half an hour to quiet Travis and let him listen to him quietly.

"What did Malcolm do to you these past two days? How did you get caught again?"

Seeing that Travis was covered in injuries, Ryan's always steady and rich voice softened a bit.

Travis whimpered and was very sad, "Dad, before I could get on the cargo ship, I was caught by Ted at the dock. I ran and dived and was brought ashore. He handcuffed me directly, and stuffed me into the car and sent me here."

He swallowed. Remembering everything he had experienced in that cell before, he shivered and was scared to the extreme.

"Dad, the cell I was in was full of scumbags. They even tried to bully me and beat me up every few hours."

"They said the smell of blood on my body was unpleasant, so I was forced to sleep in the dirty and smelly toilet. They were really driving me crazy. Dad, save me!"

"I really don't want to be sent back! I'll be beaten to death by them! Please, Dad!"

Ryan patted him on the back and kept reassuring, "Dad won't let you be sent back again. Dad will definitely save you, and let you live a stable and rich life again."

Stable and rich?

These words were heavenly pleasing to ears for Travis.

What Travis never looked up to had now become an extravagant hope.

Travis hated it, hated it to death.

He hated why his grandpa was so partial to Malcolm and why he refused to give the position of power to his dad. Otherwise he will not have this day and had already trampled by Malcolm under his feet.

"Dad, Malcolm wants to know the truth. Just tell him. As long as it makes him sad, I'm happy. All the tortures I suffered in the cell were all because of Malcolm. I want him to never have a better life!"

Ryan hugged his arm which was slightly stiff, and was silent for a while before saying, "You don't understand. This truth is not a trivial matter. When Malcolm really knows it, he won't let everyone go off."

If it wasn't for the fact that he wanted to save Travis and was reluctant to see him sent to High-order Prison, he would rather take this secret to the grave and not tell it.

Unexpectedly, Malcolm was too deceitful, completely unconditional, and threatened him in turn.

Travis's eyes surged with hatred, "I just want to know. If the truth is known, it will make Malcolm unacceptable or even sad. As long as he is not happy, I am happy."

Ryan fell silent again, not speaking for a long time.

Travis was too tired.

Two days and two nights of tense nerves, sleepless nights, beatings and starvation, his body was not strong enough, and he couldn't hold it any longer.

Now lying in his father's arms, he was sleeping more peacefully than ever.

Ryan hugged his son tightly, feeling powerless. His eyes pierced like a viper, and gradually he had the ruthless determination to die together.

Although there were two people living in this cell, the police officer delivered only one meal at noon as instructed.

Ryan didn't eat it but gave it all to Travis.

Seeing that Travis devoured his food, and didn't have the temperament of a rich and noble boy before, Ryan felt distressed and touched his messy short hair.

"Eat slowly. Don't worry. Don't choke. No one will rob you of this whole meal. It's all yours."