The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 128 He's dying?

Lyra did not give a glance to Melvin on the ground, but warned her with a cold voice.

"Fiona, this is the last time! Go back and keep an eye on Sheila too. Your precious son will bear all the

responsibilities whenever you two get restless in the future! You can try and see how long your son can

be tortured by you with his current physique!"

"No! It won't happen again! Never again!" Fiona's face was wan and she kept shaking her head.

Lyra saw that her anger had really subsided and asked Seventeen to send Fiona back to the Freeman

Manor.

As soon as Fiona left, Eleven rushed up to check on Melvin's condition, "Miss, Mr. Freeman has

passed out! His breathing is getting weaker and weaker!"

Getting weaker?

Lyra's eyes moved, "Quick! Fifteen, get a doctor!"

"Yes! I'm on my way!"

Fifteen heard the order and immediately dashed out the door.

Lyra again asked Eleven and Eighteen to help Melvin back to his room first, and also filled a hot water

bag to warm his body.

With the thought of that whole bucket of bone-chilling ice water, she gave a glance at Eighteen who lost

his head, which made her very furious.

"Eighteen, suspend you for one year. Fine six months' salary. Get out!"

Eighteen wanted to cry and was about to beg for mercy when Eleven gave him a wink and told him not

to add fuel to the fire.

Lyra didn't have time to pay attention to him, but was watching Melvin's condition. Despite the hot water

bag, Melvin's body was still very cold and his whole face was white and bloodless, as if life was being

withdrawn from his body a little.

"Why isn't Fifteen back yet?"

Lyra probed Melvin's nostrils. He was really weak.

If they continued to wait, when Fifteen came back, she was afraid he had already died!

She lifted the cover and helped him get up. Eleven rushed forward to help.

"Eighteen come over and carry him downstairs. Eleven go get the car. Let's go to the hospital!"

"Yes, Miss!"

Eighteen, who just walked to the door, instantly came to the spirit and immediately put Melvin on his

back. Lyra from the back held him and avoided Melvin from falling.

Putting him in the back seat, Eleven quickly started the car and sped out.

Eighteen sat in the passenger seat and Lyra in the back, resting Melvin's head on her lap.

Melvin's expression was peaceful as he lay in her arms. She touched his ghastly white face, and if she

didn't know he was still breathing a little, she would have thought the man was dead.

"Melvin, you are not allowed to die! As long as your debt remains unpaid, you will always owe me! If

you die, I will bury the Freeman family with you!"

She practically yelled those words out!

Eleven and Eighteen in front of her were shocked.

If one really pissed her off, she was a ruthless person who can do such things.

Melvin, who was lying in her lap, seemed to hear the words as well. Suddenly, he coughed very hard,

but was still unconscious.

Lyra patted his back to smooth him.

At least he had some response, so he should not die, "Eleven, faster."

Eleven increased her speed and ran numerous red lights on the way to the hospital.

After Melvin was wheeled into the emergency room, Lyra sat in the waiting room with mixed emotions.

Just now in the car, it was the first time that she was almost out of control. Last night when she found

herself be drugged, she really wanted to kill him.

But when she saw that he was really close to being tortured to death, she panicked.

But why should she panic?

Wasn't he ruthless when he had Fred hijack a plane to kill him for Charlotte?

Originally, after divorce, she was planning to keep distance from him and just treat him as an stranger.

But Sheila, Fiona, Charlotte repeatedly harmed her, and Melvin came to mess with her, and even came

to kill her for Charlotte.

None of them wanted her to have a peaceful life.

She was not the type who would not hit back and scold, so was she wrong to make them pay the price

they deserved?

As she was thinking, Eleven finished answering the phone and reported to her, "Miss, Kellie, your

assistant from Angle Group, said she had an urgent work for you."

Lyra glanced at the still-lit emergency room and didn't answer for the first time.

Next to him, Eighteen knelt down with the sound of “poof”.

"Miss, this time it's my fault. It's my stupidity that almost harmed Mr. Freeman. I am willing to stay in the

hospital to take care of Mr. Freeman. When he recovers, I will consciously back home to accept the

suspension."

Lyra thought about it, "Okay, then you stay and let me know if he has any news. Eleven, let's go."

After that, she scurried and took Eleven away from the hospital and went directly to Angle Group.

After two days of being delayed by Fiona's mess, the final project for the reality television talent show

was not yet decided, so she sat back in her office and started to work, focusing her full attention on her

work.

By 8 p.m., all the employees had left, but the lights in her office were still on. Keith learned that she was

still working late and came down from the top floor to see her.

"Rara, it's late. The business case will be done tomorrow. There are still a few days before the final

show."

Lyra softly replied with "hmm", but her fingers were still tapping the keyboard.

Keith knew he couldn't persuade her, sighed, and was turning his head to leave when he noticed her

face didn't look so good.

"Rara, have you been sick lately? Why do you look so wan?"

Lyra paused and remembered that she was soaked in cold water last night. Probably because of this,

she looked a little pale.

"I'm fine. Keith, you can continue your business. I'll be back when I'm done here."

"Okay."

Keith's facial expression was very serious. How can he not understand his sister? He thought about it

and knew this matter inside must not be simple.

When Eleven was again called by Keith to talk alone, Eleven fell to his knees on the spot.

"Master Keith, you give me a break! I really don't know ah. Maybe the lady is too busy in the past two

days ... work. She often stays up late for the sake of work."

Eleven was caught in the middle, and her heart was so bitter.

Seeing his bitter expression, Keith did not continue to ask deep questions.

"Okay, you continue to protect the lady's safety, especially keep a close eye on that Melvin. If he dares

to do anything to hurt Rara again, whether Rara agrees or not, I will kill him. You hear me?"

"Yes, Master Keith."

This night, Lyra didn't go back to Seaside Villa and planned to stay in the office all night.

Eleven knocked on the door and came in.

"Miss, an hour ago Mr. Freeman has been released from the emergency room and transferred to the

general ward. Now he has woken up. Do you want to go and see?"

Lyra's typing hands gave a slight hesitation.

"No, let Eighteen take good care of him when he recovers, and send him back to Seaside Villa when

he's well enough."

"But ..."

Eleven didn't go away, with a difficult face.

Lyra was baffled, "What's wrong? Did I not make myself clear enough?"

"No, it's Mr. Freeman. He wakes up. I didn't know what was going on. He kept refusing the nurses to

give him a injection. I have tried to persuade him for many times."

Lyra was speechless, "He is now a patient. You still can not handle a weak man? He refused and you

just let him? Do you know how to force him?"

Eleven didn't know what to say.

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The lady was really so simple and brutal?