After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 403 Just feel good

Ethel's face froze.

After a while, she could only reluctantly lower her head, "Yes."

"Good girl! That's what the daughter of Lloyd family is supposed to be." Keith smiled and stroked her head.

After stroking her head perfunctorily, he took the lead and turned his head away, saying resentfully, "Change your clothes back. Your face is injured. You should not be able to choose today. We can come here another day."

...

Lyra made her way out of the shopping district.

It wasn't until she got into the car that she opened her bag again and took out a small note.

This was what Keith forced into her right hand when he was helping her just now.

Unfolding the note, it contained only one sentence.

[Give me some time.]

Lyra's brows furrowed as she gazed silently at the nice handwriting.

Why should he be given time?

Did he replace something and was he quietly investigating?

As she was thinking about it, her phone rang and it was Malcolm's calling.

Once the phone was connected, his voice sounded slightly sorrowful, "You went out. Why didn't you even wake me up?"

Lyra coaxed gently, "I'm done here. I'll be back soon. I just saw you sleeping soundly. I couldn't bear to wake you up."

Malcolm, who was on the other end of the line, still huddled himself under the comforter, and grunted in confusion before continuing, "What did you do? Did you get hurt?"

A the mention of this, Lyra just felt good, "Just slapped a bitch a few times. I'm feeling very good!"

"You did?"

Malcolm's tone became anxious, "Did you hurt your hand? Come back and I'll massage it for you."

Lyra smiled and felt sweet, "I'm not that fragile. I'm having a good time!"

The two chatted on the phone for ten minutes or so later, then Lyra returned to Lyre Spiti.

When she arrived, Malcolm was already up and done washing up, but still in his loose silk robe.

When she opened the door, Malcolm was standing behind it, gently took her into his arms and claimed the scent that belonged to her.

As if he got up on the wrong side of the bed, he felt soft and put his head on Lyra's shoulder, grunting and fawning in a small voice.

"It's feeling hard to wake up alone..."

Lyra caressed the back of his head without saying a word.

Chad came in from the garden and just walked up to Lyre Spiti's door. He saw the door open and Malcolm's pampered look in her delicate body, which was instantly reflected in his eyes. This scene was so beautiful that Chad couldn't help but laugh.

However, he came over today with business.

Thinking of this, he had to pretend to cough heavily to interrupt the warm picture in front of him.

Hearing Chad's voice, the two immediately went alert and let go of each other.

Chad handed over a investigation report, "This is the result of Casper Hall's investigation. He does have some problems."

Lyra and Malcolm instantly became serious expression. Even the speed of cooling down was almost the same.

Malcolm took the report in Chad's hand, helped Lyra to sit down on a sofa, and went through it carefully with Lyra.

Casper's mother was in her eighties, and he secretly transferred her abroad the other day.

It was after that day that Casper did the paternity test for Lyra and Reginald, and the next day at Chad's request, he did the test for Lyra and Clark again.

The day after the paternity test, he left the country on a private jet.

The destination was unknown and the return date was unknown as well.

However, all the property under his name was transferred abroad. It seemed that he should not intend to return.

Lyra finished reading the investigation, and her eyes looked extra cold, "Both paternity tests were done by him alone, but Chad couldn't guard him and watch him doing test for a moment. For Casper, he is an elite in the medical field. It's easy to tamper with a few data unknowingly."

Malcolm nodded, "His mother was sent out of the country, presumably by whoever deliberately threatens him with this. And the paternity test is not credible."

Chad followed, "Then do you want to do another paternity test? I can quietly go to other downtown hospitals to do so. It can ensure that no one will fiddle it."

Lyra thought deeply and nodded decisively.

With her approval, Malcolm immediately ordered, "As a precaution, go to the prison and arraign Clark Fulton. Then send him to a secret interrogation room for later examination at any time."

"Yes!"

Chad turned around and walked out to the garden. Then he took out his cell phone and decisively contacted the warden over at Suham Prison.

Once he was gone, Malcolm took Lyra into his arms and comforted her.

"When the paternity test is redone, this matter should be able to have an end. And you can sleep well every day. Don't worry about it."

"Hmm."

Lyra thought of the note Keith had slipped to her today, and then remembered what had happened at MC Haute Couture today. Suddenly, she felt it complicated.

Ethel said there were two people behind her.

And the two people, presumably, were not small in status and influence in Crana, and right in the the Lloyd family.

With Keith's performance today, she could basically rule him out for sure...

But no matter who was actually behind the curtain, this person was her family.

Lyra felt empty in her heart.

She was lost in thought when she saw Chad come in once again. This time, he looked very anxious.

"A bad news from the prison! The warden reported that Clark suddenly foamed at the mouth and had convulsions late at night before yesterday. And he died after being taken to the medical room." Malcolm just relaxed but instantly became extremely grim, "Why? Is there someone daring to send poison in?"

Chad sighed and shook his head, "No. After a doctor's examination, Clark had a history of epilepsy before he was incarcerated. But after he was incarcerated, he hadn't had a seizure in years."

"This time, I don't know why there is a sudden onset. And it happened to be late at night. The prison guards didn't replace out in time, so he died of respiratory obstruction."

A long silence fell in the living room.

Finally, Lyra broke the peace, "Even if he is dead, we can take the sample for the paternity test. Is his body still there or not?"

Chad's expression was getting distorted, and finally he shook his head again, "It happened the day before yesterday. Because Clark has a history of epilepsy, this is identified as natural mortality. He was sent to cremation, and now it is estimated that... only ash is left."

Lyra's whole heart abruptly sank to the bottom.

Unfortunately, the ashes cannot be tested for paternity.

Things had progressed to this point and basically they lost the clue.

All the previous progress was back to square one in an instant.

Lyra sat lost in dead silence.

Seeing her who behaved like this, Malcolm blamed himself and apologized to her when his eyes turned red, "Rara I'm sorry. It's my negligence. I should have sent someone to guard Clark at the prison in advance."

Lyra smiled, and her voice was calm and gentle, "It's not your fault. Even if you send someone to keep watch, his epilepsy attacked late at night. The situation is still the same."

He still had his head down, feeling guilty.

Lyra hurriedly hugged him and comforted, "It's okay. Let's start from somewhere else. There are always other ideas!"

It was the last day before the Lloyd family's return party for Ethel.

Clark's death hampered their progress and made them back to square one.

Late at night, it was clattering outside the window and it was raining so hard.

The leaves were rustling in the wind, and the window glass was stained with rain water.

Lyra couldn't sleep, so she stood by the windowsill to enjoy the rain.

Malcolm watched her forlorn back with a silent sigh.

He was about to walk over and put his arms around her to comfort her when someone was knocking on the door of the villa downstairs.

It was late at night. Was it Chad?

Was something wrong again?

Lyra and Malcolm looked at each other and went downstairs together to answer the door.

After the door was opened, a man was standing outside. His whole body was drenched by the heavy rain. The hair in front of his forehead drooped and was dripping with water. Even his shirt was clinging to his body, revealing his fine abdominal muscles.

His chest kept rising and falling, panting heavily. Apparently, he had tumbled quietly all the way into the garden.

Under the incandescent light, Lyra saw the man's face and was stunned.

"Micah?"