The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 779

Just as he was about to clear his head and analyze the situation, Brad pulled into the lab's open-air parking lot, got out first, and opened the back seat door for Malcolm.

"Boss, we're at the lab."

Malcolm was forced to pull back, took the phone, and got out of the car. "Go back to the bureau," he said. "We haven't caught Frank. Keep looking."

"Understood."

After seeing Malcolm off, Brad drove off.

At night, the lab was very quiet.

Spencer's room was the only light on the entire floor.

Not wanting to keep the little ones waiting, Malcolm picked up the pace.

As soon as he reached the door, the door was ajar and not fully closed. Malcolm was about to push it when he heard Molly crying and Spencer's patient voice.

"Spencer, I really miss mommy, really."

Her voice was choked with sobs, sobbing pitifully.

Instead of mocking her, Spencer patiently wiped her tears with a tissue. "Don't cry. Your eyes are red from crying. Daddy will see you when he gets here."

"But I can't help it. I am worried about mommy, but I'm afraid I'll mess it up."

Spencer sighed, trying to reason with her, "You have to be a little more obedient. Sleep well at night. Don't make a fuss. Let daddy find mommy in peace. I believe in daddy's ability. He will definitely find mommy soon. Don't cry anymore. If daddy sees this, he will definitely be sad too. We can't affect him..."

The cries in the ward soon subsided, intermittently.

His fingers on the doorknob trembled uncontrollably. The tip of his nose turned sour. His eyes turned red uncontrollably.

His two little kids knew that Lyra was missing, not going back to Lloyd's Manor.

Malcolm swallowed hard to suppress the bitter feeling. The more he tried to hold it in, the more his eyes became moist.

Self-reproach, heartbreak were almost suffocating him.

He didn't want his mood to affect the kids, so he went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water to ease the heart-wrenching feeling.

After about five minutes, he looked at his watch again and then at himself in the mirror. Apart from the exhaustion that he could not hide, his emotions had been controlled very well.

When he returned to the room, he pushed open the door and found that Spencer had put Molly to sleep.

Under the dim yellow lamp by the bedside table, the tears in Molly's eyes were not obvious, but she gently sucked on her little finger, and her small eyebrows were slightly knitted together, looking very aggrieved.

Spencer saw him come in, and immediately had a smile, "Daddy, you came very early today. The work of NIB was completed?"

"Yes, it's almost done." Malcolm smiled as he sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked his little head lovingly. "Momo, why did you sleep so early tonight? What's wrong?"

"She eats a lot and is healthy. I put her to sleep because I didn't like her noise."

Malcolm rubbed his son's face in pain.

"By the way, I sent Uncle Jimmy away," Spencer said. "He always likes to talk about education. I got tired of it and kicked him out."

"He did it for your own good..."

Malcolm sighed softly, trying to explain something for Jimmy.

Spencer didn't like to hear it. He wrapped his arms around his body and lay on his side on the pillow. His bright eyes stared at him. "I'm tired. Daddy, you must be tired too. Can you sleep with us first?"

"Okay, go to sleep."

Malcolm let him hold his hand. With his tall body blocking the light from the lamp, he watched him sleep.