The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 773

Malcolm lowered his eyes and stroked his son's head, "We need to keep Rara's disappearance a secret so Suham doesn't panic," he says in a serious, soft voice. "Also, I've arranged for Brad to conduct a full investigation into the matter. The two phones we found are in the process of recovering their data. We'll have the results tomorrow."

Although he was very confused, he still planed these things very complete.

Anthony listened quietly and thought for a long time before asking, "So, you're going to wait until tomorrow morning? Until the results?"

Malcolm didn't talk. Obviously, that was what he meant.

After investigating in the entire first half of the night, the results of the investigation would take time. The other party had many tricks, was very familiar with Suham, and the method of hiding was almost perfect, not revealing any flaws at all.

There was no other way but to wait patiently.

Anthony's expression was even grimmer when he didn't speak.

The palm of his hand pinched the information sheet, and his heart was extremely forbearing and depressed.

The thought of Lyra's disappearance and the possibility that something might have happened to her made it impossible for him to stay here in peace.

Malcolm can wait. But he can't.

He got up quickly, put down his list of investigations, and turned to leave.

Chad called out to him at the back, "Anthony, it's the middle of the night. There's not much you can do. What else do you want to do?"

Anthony stopped, didn't look back, and said firmly, "One more person, one more way. Malcolm wants to do this out in the open. I'll do it in the dark."

With a thump of the office door, he walked away decisively.

The air in the office quieted down for a moment.

Malcolm focused on the sleeping kids. And his eyes looked dark.

Although he did not show in front of Chad uncomfortable and self-blame emotions, Chad had worked with him for more than 10 years, and knew his character too well.

Chad didn't call his bluff. He got up and straightened his hem, "Malcolm, you've been working on these things all night, and you've been drinking too much. You should get some rest too. Don't wear yourself out. Or the kids won't have anyone to protect them. I'll go find Brad and investigate with him. It'll be faster."

Malcolm pressed his lips together, suppressed his depressed mood, and nodded in agreement.

......

The next morning.

Because Spencer had to go to the lab for an infusion, Malcolm took a two-hour break and washed both kids up on time.

Having the officers bring breakfast from the NIB canteen, Malcolm patiently took care of the kids when they were having food.

Molly only took two sips of soy milk, then wrinkled her little face and stuck out her little tongue.

"Daddy, the breakfast here is terrible. You make the best breakfast!"

Malcolm was having breakfast mechanically, lost in thought, completely distracted from the meal and not listening to what Molly had said.

"Daddy?"

Molly called out to him, tilting her head, but Spencer stopped her.

"Don't be picky. It's good that you can eat. Didn't you hear what Daddy said last night? Daddy and Mommy have been very busy these past few days. They don't have time to take care of us. Be sensible and don't cause daddy any trouble."

"Okay."

Molly pouted, picked up her spoon, and ate without complaining about the food.

A sleepless night had made Malcolm look pale, and his dark circle was evident.

Spencer felt sorry for him and handed him the fried egg from his bowl.

"Daddy, I'm tired of eating eggs. Because of the infusion last night, my tongue feels bitter. I only want to drink water. Can you help me share this egg?"

Malcolm came to his senses and rubbed his head. "Are you feeling sick? Are you going to throw up?"

Spencer shook his head. "I'm fine. I just can't eat any eggs. I'm a little nauseous, but I don't want to waste any food. Daddy, eat more."

"Okay." Malcolm smiled gently and ate the egg that Spencer had picked up.