The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 647

An hour later, Lyra and Malcolm headed to the Freeman Manor.

The people in the Freeman Manor had just woken up and started working, and the whole house was resounding with the loud cries of a baby.

Sheila and her husband Edward were in a hurry.

Fiona was also woken up by the crying sound and ran over to check in annoyance, cursing a lot.

"Edward, look at you. As a father, you are incompetent at all. What's the use of managing the company well?! When you get home, you don't even know how to take care of your kid!"

"Yes, yes, I'll pay attention next time."

"Next time? I've heard this like 800 times but you never change it."

Edward was busy coaxing the baby while responding perfunctorily to Fiona's unfriendly words, "Yes, you're right."

"Huh?" Fiona got up early in the morning and instantly blew up, "Did you hear what I said! You only pay lip service!"

"You're right."

Sheila was dying of laughter. Seeing that her mother was going to lose temper, she quickly helped said, "Alright, mom, don't stand at the door and just stop talking. Come over and help us with the baby. Crying all the morning. I don't know if we've done something wrong."

Fiona looked at her good for nothing daughter and son-in-law, and walked over angrily, nagging.

"You two, you are really incompetent parents! If your brother is still here, he and Lyra won't definitely worry me!"

...

Lyra and Malcolm arrived at the door of the Freeman Manor, carrying many gifts. And they heard the noises and cries mixing together.

Seeing that there were guests, the butler trotted out of the house, stepped forward quickly, and saw the man next to Lyra at a glance.

"Mr. ... Mr. Melvin?!"

The butler looked panic-stricken as if he saw a ghost, and he wiped his eyes with his sleeve and looked at him for several times.

This man looked too similar to Melvin Freeman, both in sense and appearance. And they even had the same cold temperament, but if looking closely, the butler felt it vaguely unfamiliar.

Moreover, the butler clearly remembered that Melvin died a year and a half ago.

How could he be possible to stand here...

He sighed inwardly and greeted Lyra with a smile , "Miss Lloyd, do you specifically visit Mrs. Freeman and Ms. here from Suham?"

Lyra smiled and nodded, "That's right."

"We're still cared by a bigwig like you. We the Freeman family are so flattered. If old Mr. Freeman knows about it, he will definitely be very gratified in the heaven. He made a right decision back then."

The butler immediately called the servants over and helped with the gifts from Lyra and Malcolm.

Lyra: "You can go to the cemetery and share this with him."

"Okay, okay." The butler smiled and politely asked Lyra the identity of the man next to him, "Miss Lloyd, who is he?"

Lyra glanced sideways at Malcolm, and smiled slyly, "My husband."

"Oh, you're Mr. Malcolm. I have heard of your illustrious name for a long time. You are really like...! No, you are handsome!" The butler looked up and was sucked in by that face again, almost saying the wrong words.

Lyra smirked, and Malcolm stood silently beside her, being extremely cold.

"Miss Lloyd, Mr. Malcolm, our two distinguished guests, please come to the front hall and wait for a while.I will immediately inform them."

"Thanks."

Lyra took Malcolm's arm and entered the Freeman Manor side by side.

She hadn't been back here for more than a year, and it seemed a lot had changed.

In the past, Fiona loved roses the most and there was a large garden with roses of expensive varieties, but now they were all torn down.