The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 772

"Malcolm, I..."

When Chad tried to explain, Malcolm ignored him and walked right past him out the door.

Not far away in the hallway, Anthony stood in place, with a pair of blue eyes staring at him.

With a little guy standing beside him, he was holing another little one in his arms. The picture had a kind of indescribable harmony.

Spencer trotted up to Malcolm, and outstretched his arms, staring at his daddy, and silently asking for a hug.

Malcolm bent over and gently pulled his son into his arms so he could sit on his arm.

Although Malcolm took a quick shower, Spencer's sensitive nose smelled the scent of cigarettes and alcohol.

"Daddy, you're not being good. You know that I can't smell the smell of cigarettes, yet you're still hiding in the office drinking and smoking secretly. If mommy knows, she will definitely punish you!"

Malcolm suppressed the bitterness in the corners of his eyes and slowly forced a smile. "It's my fault. I won't smoke anymore. I won't make your mommy angry anymore. The corridor is cold. Let's go into the office first."

He carried his son back inside, and Anthony and Chad followed.

After entering the office, Molly quickly looked around the room and asked with a frown, "Daddy, Where's Mommy? Anthony said that mommy is accompanying you to work overtime. Why didn't we see mommy?"

Malcolm's expression stiffened and he lowered his head to find an excuse. "Your mummy went back to the Lloyd Manor in Anning Hill. She said that there was an emergency in the clan and she needed to go back to deal with it."

"Why don't you go back there with mommy as you used to do?" asked Spencer, who was in his arms

Malcolm's jawline tightened as he explained awkwardly, "Because there's an urgent mission at the Bureau, I can't leave. I have to work overtime here. Tomorrow at the latest... maybe the day after tomorrow, I will go and pick up your mommy personally."

Chad and Anthony looked grim, and although they could tell there was something wrong with Malcolm, they didn't expose him in front of the kids.

Spencer bowed his head and looked upset, "Daddy, I'm panicking because I can't see mommy."

He put his little hand over his heart and looked at Malcolm weakly.

Malcolm felt a strange pain in his heart. His face turned pale and he could not speak.

Molly struggled out of Anthony's arms to get to the ground, running to Malcolm's feet and cradling his knees .

"Daddy, I miss mommy. I can't sleep without mommy."

Being pestered by the two children, Malcolm tried hard not to show it, even though he was upset.

He frowned, feigned anger, and pretended to lay Spencer in his arms on the ground.

"I've already told you that your mother is busy. You're already five years old, yet you're so disobedient and want to pester her. Also, you hug me but say that you want mommy. Then go and look for your mommy directly."

Spencer was afraid he was going to put him down, and immediately his little arms wrapped around his neck and his little head lethargically against his strong shoulder.

"Daddy, don't be mad. I'm just had an IV and I'm tired."

When Lyra was around, the kids tried everything to get rid of Malcolm and take over her.

With Lyra gone tonight, the kids were desperately dependent on Malcolm, who was the one person they trusted more than Chad and Anthony.

Spencer breathed weakly in his arms and whispered uneasily, "Daddy, Molly and I had a dream tonight. We dreamt that mommy was hurt and that she didn't want us anymore. It's fake, isn't it?"

Malcolm's face paled, and he nodded, suppressing the pain in his chest. "Of course it's fake."

He answered lightly and bent down to hold Molly by his legs. He held the two kids tightly in his arms and held the ends of their red eyes against their small foreheads to dispel their uneasiness.

"Chad, go to the next closet and get two blankets."

"Okay."