After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 345 Don't mess with me

"Maybe, it's my first time too. I don't have much experience with pregnancy." Lyra's red lips teemed with unconcern as she stood up and went to sit on a couch.

Anthony took a deep breath and quickly instructed Mason to call a doctor on duty at the palace to examine Lyra's body.

After doing a brief examination, the doctor bent towards Anthony and said, "Congratulations Mr. Charles, Miss Lyra is two and a half weeks pregnant. You are going to be a father!" He was going to be a father?

Oh!

Anthony glared at the doctor. The anger in his eyes could destroy everything.

There was a loud sound of snap, which was appalling.

He raised a teacup on the table and fiercely smashed it to the floor, "Get out!"

The doctor was stunned and was led away by Mason.

When he and Lyra were the only two left in the lounge, he stepped forward and grabbed Lyra's chin, reluctantly confirming, "Is it Malcolm's?"

"Or what?" Lyra sneered, "Could it be yours?"

Anthony gritted his teeth. His jawline grew tauter and tauter, and his fierce eyes were gloomy, which was frightening.

"Tomorrow, get rid of the baby!"

"On what grounds!"

Lyra shook off his hand on her jaw and took a tough stance, "Anthony, this is my child. You have no right to decide whether it lives or dies!" "But he's Malcolm's kid too!"

His eyes were red and he yelled furiously, "You're about to marry me! You are my woman! I will never allow this child to live in the world!" "Anthony, I forbid you to touch this child!"

Lyra glared back at him without showing any weakness, "Now the whole palace knows that I am pregnant. They think it is your child. You deliberately created the illusion of our love and happiness on stage today. If something happens to me now, what will others think of you? Do you want to be scoffed and laughed by everyone?"

"So tonight, it was you who deliberately set me up?"

Anthony reacted it now. Boiling in anger, he grabbed her by the neck and pinned her down on the couch.

"Lyra Lloyd! Why are you doing this to me!? I only gave you up seven years ago because of my career, but I regret it now. I'm already trying to make up for what I owe you all these years, so why can't you just love me again!?"

He was red-eyed. His blue pupils indignantly stared at her, but the tears slipped down out of control.

"Recently you've been treating me much better. Tonight when you went out, you even accepted my flowers. I thought you finally noticed my efforts. And you were trying to accept me, but you told me with reality that my wishful thinking was a joke!"

Nothing was more desperate than to think that he could have a hope and then be knocked back into the abyss by reality!

Lyra endured the suffocating and oppressive feeling he brought to her. She sneered, "You said I set you up, but how many times have you done this to me? When I came to European Swye, you said you would not lie to me anymore and would be honest with me. Have you done that?"

The force in Anthony's hand immediately loosened a lot.

Faced with her questioning, he unnaturally looked away.

Lyra stared at him with hatred glowing.

Tonight, she was talking to Harrod about super virus serum.

Harrod told her that the serum had been given to Anthony by Princess Cayley half a month earlier so it was now in Anthony's hands.

But Anthony lied to her that the serum was still in the palace warehouse, thus consuming the last of Malcolm's time and tricking her into continuing to work with him.

When Malcolm's body can't afford to wear out, what was done cannot be undone. Then he both saved the super virus serum, but also married her as expected, so that Malcolm got nothing and died miserably finally.

His scheme was very ambitious!

"Anthony, you're a brute!!"

Having been scolded by Lyra, Anthony's sanity was re-occupied by anger.

The force in his hand increased again, and he tightened her neck fiercely. Then he got closer to her and said, "You're right. I'm a brute, so don't mess with me!"

The air was getting thinner and thinner, and Lyra was overwhelmed the suffocating sensation. Gradually, she didn't have strength to struggle.

During this period of time, she didn't eat properly because of her pregnancy and loss of appetite, so she was physically unable to resist the well-built Anthony. Anthony watched her expression and let out a loud laugh.

With laughing, his tears slipped down.

He withdrew his hand and suddenly went crazy, ripping his shirt violently.

Fresh air re-entered her chest. Lyra immediately covered her neck and kept coughing, noticing Anthony's movement coldly, "What are you doing!?"

Anthony ignored her and took off his torn shirt along with his suit and threw them to the floor, being topless.

Lyra immediately looked away from him but was forced to look at his body as he pinched her chin again.

"Lyra Lloyd, what are you afraid of? I just want you to open your eyes and see!"

His healthy honey-colored skin was all covered with old scars that had scabbed over. The scars scrawled hideously all over his body, making what should have been a fit and good-looking body incredibly ugly. Many of the wounds were deep, and even if they had scabbed over, they would never be possible to recover as good as unscathed.

"Do you see that? All of this is made by Malcolm!"

"I was whipped with a heavy whip dipped in salt water. Scalded by cigarettes and iron branding. My back was poured two whole bottles of sulfuric acid by Malcolm. And there are four hundred and four cuts. How many times my ribs were broken, I can't even count!"

"I had been High-order Prison for six months. I could only lick other people's leftovers every day. I slept in the dirty toilet at night, or was locked in a cold and wet confinement room. If I did the slightest mistake, I had to be beaten. I have been this life worse than death. I was crazy by those tortures!

"You call me a brute, yes! Only brutes bite. If I have a bad day, I'll bite Malcolm to death! Pull him down to hell with me!"

Lyra looked at his body in a daze. Her eyes turned red as well. It was indeed very frightening. Each scar was indicative of what inhumane torture he had encountered.

But she didn't sympathize with him.

He hurt Malcolm with S404 biochemical virus. He deserved to die!

He deserved it!

"Malcolm has been sick for the past six months because of you. He's not living much better than you!"

Lyra held back her tears and came up with a solution, "If you are willing to hand over the super virus serum without any conditions, I will consider the grudge between you offset. I can guarantee that you will no interfere with each other from now on and do not hurt each other!"

Anthony listened and laughed.

The laughter was maniacal and bizarre.

"Grudges offset? Don't hurt each other?"

He snorted lightly and let go of her chin.

"Lyra, I hate him so much and he also hates me. The outcome of the feud between me and him can only a life-or-death struggle. There is never forgive and forget!"

"Originally, I want to marry you. I want to torture you after marriage, so as to achieve my revenge pleasure. I want to let Malcolm personally see the woman he risked his life to love would be humiliated by me!" "But, after I meet you, I gave up on that idea."

"Lyra, I really love you! I love you no less than Malcolm does! Why can't you share even a little bit of the love you give to Malcolm with me!"

He yelled and raged.

The whole person was cranky and mournful, with his tears keeping falling.

He was like a beast on the verge of despair, having been completely driven mad.