The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 686

Eugene disagreed, "What kind of personality he has, the environment around him, what he has experienced, the pain he has endured at a young age ... These environmental factors have already determined what kind of character he will be in the future. How can he be affected merely by ‘Pathological Psychology'?”

Malcolm heard what he was saying. Eugene was complaining about him, Spencer's father, and Malcolm tightened his hands in the cuffs of his military uniform and didn't answer.

Jimmy retorted, "As the saying goes, moral influence by contact. The kid is just a blank sheet of paper. You show him something like this, and what if he's really interested in trying to make an irreversible mistake? You're hurting him."

Eugene scoffed, completely ignoring Jimmy's words.

Malcolm was fascinated when he heard Jimmy 's line of "irreparable mistake".

For no reason, he remembered that in the ward just now, Spencer said to him with certainty with his childish voice,

"Even if you and Mommy aren't mad at him, I will punish him in the future."

"Doesn't killing him mean to let him disappear from this world forever? I don't want to see him, so I want him to disappear."

Spencer disliked Anthony and even hated Anthony.

He wasn't joking just now...

Malcolm felt flustered for no reason. He found that he couldn't completely understand his five-year-old son.

The more he thought about it, the more his heart tightened.

"I'm going back to the ward first. I'll leave it to you here."

After saying this, he quickly turned and left, walking fast.

"Huh? Malcolm?"

Jimmy called to him but he was gone.

Jimmy had to continue to deal with Eugene, the weird old man.

"Eugene, I don't care if you do it on purpose or not. In short, you are not allowed to show Spencer any strange books in the future. Even if he asks you for it, you are not allowed to give it to him."

"My lovely little nephew, if he grows up and becomes a bad person in the future, I will never spare you."

...

Malcolm quickly returned to the ward.

Along the way, he was very confused, and had mixed feelings.

He and Lyra both owed Spencer. In the past few years, they had tried their best to make up for Spencer. They loved Spencer, and treated Spencer better than Molly. They were completely spoiling him.

But usually there were too many official duties. He and Lyra shouldered the burden of the rise and fall of the two wealthy families. It was inevitable that they were not careful enough to take care of him.

It was only today that he realized that he seemed to be paying attention to Spencer's condition all the time, but ignored Spencer's psychological problems.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

Malcolm returned to the ward.

Pushing the door open, Spencer was sitting on the hospital bed. The liquid in the infusion bottle hadn't flowed into his body yet.

He just looked at the banana leaves outside the window in a daze, obediently, without making a fuss. His weak and pale face looked distressing.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Spencer looked back at the door and smiled, "Daddy, you're back."

He raised his head, looked at the liquid medicine in the bottle, and continued, "The doctor who just changed the medicine said I have the last bottle today."

"If you're very busy, you can go to work first. Don't rush over to accompany me."