The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 54 What Happened 13 Years Ago



Chapter 54 What Happened 13 Years Ago

Fred had just come out of the smoking room when he heard several nurses running and complaining.

"What's with that young lady of the Matthews family. Doesn't she need to recuperate quietly? How

could she be so hysterical! We certainly has our work cut out."

Fred stopped a nurse and asked, "Who did you just say, the young lady of the Matthews family?"

"How many other young ladies of the Matthews' can afford to stay in the VIP ward?"

The nurse shook off his hand and ran away.

Fred had a bad feeling in his heart.

He had been with Melvin since he first started working for the Freeman group, at least seven or eight

years. He had no family nor friends, but Melvin gave him the job.

And Charlotte was the first person who smiled at him and the first person who said she was friends with

him.

To him, Melvin was family, and Charlotte was someone more than family that he wanted to guard.

He was fond of Charlotte, but he could only hide this feeling in his heart and bless her.

But now, seeing that she was not doing well, and that Melvin ran after Lyra when Charlotte was

seriously injured, he really felt aggrieved for her! Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Fred clenched his fists, and something in his heart grew firmer and firmer.

...

After coming out of the hospital, Lyra got a call.

She was in a good mood when she got the news that Charlotte had been admitted to the emergency

room again.

Lyra went to the training base again. Now that she had finished dealing with that fake bitch, it was time

to push forward the work progress.

Because her little Volkswagen Santana was scrapped last night and she hadn't had time to buy a new

car, she had to take a taxi.

The staff were respectful when they saw her, and the person in charge briefed her on the equipment

condition and processes that were being improved.

Lyra went around the entire base and roughly checked on everything, and felt that there were no major

problems. The show should soon be ready; after the rehearsal, it could officially be aired.

There was a young female employee whose eyes were glowing at the sight of her, rushing up to

enthusiastically ask for autographs.

"Lyra, I've seen your 'Lover' video. You're absolute gorgeous. Will you be joining the talent competition

too? You are definitely the Center in my heart!"

Lyra smiled awkwardly. She did not expect to meet a fan girl in their own training base, but she pushed

back the notebook that the other party had taken out for autographs.

"Sorry, I'm not a star and I won't be a star. This autograph-signing thing is not for me."

With that, she walked around the girl and went away with the head of the training base.

As she was leaving, the fan girl still stared at her back with unblinking eyes. She put away the excited

expression on her face and looked down at the notebook with Lyra's fingerprints on it.

After this tidbit, Lyra went to inspect the dormitory and cafeteria of the trainees and asked for the roster

of the 100 trainee candidates.

She was just flipping through the pages when she suddenly spotted a familiar name and face when it

came to the last few pages.

Melissa Walsh.

She was Lyra's only friend at the orphanage, who had once been very ill, for which Lyra even went to

beg Fiona for money.

In the end, Melissa was kicked out of the orphanage because she couldn't get the money for treatment,

and the two of them have been out of touch ever since.

Lyra didn't expect to see Melissa in the trainee roster of the talent show now, so it seemed Melissa had

been doing quite well these years.

The person in charge noticed that Lyra lingered on one particular page for a long time, whose also

seemed a bit excited, so she hastened to fawn on Lyra.

"Is this a good friend of yours, Director? Need any special attention from our side?"

Lyra refused, "No, it won't be fair to the other trainees in that case, and I'm sure she doesn't like it

either."

She had no plans to meet with Melissa for the time being.

Just because she presented herself as a lonely orphan in the world, in that way Charlotte and the

others could not find a gap to crack her defense. Melissa was her friend, and Lyra did not want her to

be involved and get hurt.

Lyra closed the roster as if nothing had happened.

...

Charlotte was sent back to the general ward from the emergency room.

After some urgent treatment by the doctor again, she was not much better than her previous state.

She awoke from her coma, her swollen eyes slightly open, and she vaguely saw through blurred vision

that a tall figure in a suit was standing in front of her.

Thinking it was Melvin, she held the person's hand and started crying.

"Mel... luckily, I have you with me, or otherwise I really don't know how I would've survived this."

The person in her grip stiffened slightly.

"Miss Matthews, I'm not Boss. I'm Fred."

Not until then did Charlotte see clearly who the man was. Her heart was suddenly filled with

disappointment and she cried even harder.

Fred was heartbroken to see her like this, his tone indignant, "Lyra has really gone too far this time.

Funeral wreaths? How outrageous. Miss Matthews, don't worry. I'll help you."

Charlotte was not touched by his words, and her eyes remained bleak.

"What's the use of it even if you help me? Melvin doesn't believe me. He won't even come to the

hospital more often to accompany me... What exactly did I do wrong..."

"You didn't do anything wrong. It's Mr. Freeman. He actually suspects you and even wants to look into

what happened thirteen years ago..."

Charlotte could no longer listen to the rest of his words.

Melvin was investigating what happened 13 years ago?

Had he found out something already?

Charlotte panicked, and her hands couldn't help shaking.

Fred didn't notice and just kept reassuring her, "Don't worry, no matter what happens, I'll always believe

you and help you unconditionally. Whenever you look back, I'm always there behind you."

"Fred, thank you."

Charlotte was touched and she clutched his hand, "You are like family to me."

Fred couldn't be happier.

"I'm honored to be Miss Matthews' family!"

Charlotte gestured for him to come closer and whispered a couple of words into his ear.

Fred didn't hesitate to say yes right away.

...

Lyra came out of the training base and went straight to the car market.

She was planning to buy a new car.

But she did not expect to run into an old acquaintance just as she arrived at the gate.

It was Rachel Collier, also from the orphanage.

Rachel was holding the arm of a gray-haired man in suit, probably in his fifties, who was also looking at

the cars.

"Yo, isn't this Lyra Carroll, who has been very hot on the internet recently? It's been a long time. I didn't

expect you to still living a pathetic life."

Rachel sneer contemptuously at Lyra and walked over to her with the man.

When they were both in the orphanage, Rachel and she didn't get along because they were both

among the prettiest girls there.

Later, Rachel had been depressed for a long time when she learned that Lyra was taken away by the

old Mr. Freeman, and she was to be married to the young and handsome heir of the Freeman family.

It wasn't until Lyra's name appeared on the trending news some time ago that Rachel learned that Lyra

was divorced. She was overjoyed.

This bitch used to like to compete with her for everything, and now that Lyra was divorced and become

an abandoned wife of a rich family, she wouldn't be a match for her anymore.

With this in mind, Rachel raised her chin even higher, deliberately flaunting the designer jewelry in front

of Lyra.

Lyra took a look at the two. Seeing the gold chain around the neck of the man next to Rachel, and his

lecherous gaze when he looked at her, and that gold tooth in his mouth, she felt really sick.

Lyra could only manage a barely polite smile, "Indeed, it's been years since I've last seen you.

Seemingly you're living a good life?"


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