After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 623 The old White is really sick

In any case, Ryan's guilt was inescapable.

It was just the difference between a light sentence and a heavy sentence.

As long as Rudolph didn't intervene, this will be settled easily.

Feeling distressed, Lyra touched Malcolm's cold face and sighed silently, "This time, it turns out this is the result. You're not feeling well, right? You can tell me how you feel and I am willing to be your most faithful object of confiding."

Malcolm took the initiative to rub against her delicate palm with his face, lifted her hand with both hands, lowered his head slowly, and kissed her palm.

The anger should be used to fix those bad people with bad intentions, rather than venting on his charming wife.

Although Malcolm didn't feel well, he would show Lyra the best and gentlest side.

"I'm not unhappy. On the way back, I figure out a lot. I have always regarded the old White as my most respected relative, and even before marrying you, I once regarded him as the only one." Lyra's heart throbbed and she asked softly, "What about now?"

"I think I used to be too extreme. For me, he is the only relative and an elder, but for him, I am not the only grandson. Even if he loves me, he will take care of other grandsons, granddaughters and sons. What's more... he may not love me the most, but feels guilty for me because of my parents."

Malcolm lowered his eyes, covering the traces of strange and melancholy emotion, and seemed to narrate something ordinary with his calm tone.

"I don't blame him. There's no reason to hurt Ryan because of my dad, but I can't accept he arranges planted agents in the bureau and let them spy on me. And he even secretly contacted them to send Travis away when he disagreed with me."

Lyra sighed, "Then what are you going to do?"

"Secretly remove all agents and clear hidden dangers in the future. The bureau has promulgated new regulations and reforms. The system and rules are distinct. The old White is not allowed to intervene in any cases of the bureau."

He stated coldly.

When he lowered his eyes, his expression was cold to the extreme.

"There is no room for negotiation on Ryan's disposal plan. I will make the old White powerless even if he wants to intervene."

Lyra knew his temper all too well, and it was entirely to be expected that he would choose that.

Of course, Lyra supported any decision he made.

"Do whatever you want. The babies and I will always be on your side."

Speaking of the babies, Malcolm remembered a very important thing, "Spencer and Momo are still being taken care of by the old White. At this juncture, they still need to be taken home. It's better to look after them under our nose just in case. Rara, go get Spencer and Momo back tonight."

Lyra nodded, thinking that he was very thoughtful. He was having trouble with the old White recently, and it was never safe for the babies to stay in the old White's villa.

It was because the old White would do something to his great-grandson and great-granddaughter, but because someone who was close to Ryan in the family would replace a way to do something bad.

After all, the babies were still too young to withstand any persecution so they had to cared for their babies in the most vigilant way.

However, Lyra clenched his hand and asked, "So, you don't even want to step on the threshold of grandpa's house?"

Malcolm breathed heavily, "At this very moment, I have to beware of what the old White has to say. And I'm afraid he will take the advantage of the kinship to persuade me again. I don't want to hear it. Out of sight, out of mind."

Lyra smirked, "You've been more and more honest with me recently, which is nice."

Malcolm smiled in a seductive way and took advantage of the situation to hug her waist.

He was right at the door of the office and did intimate behavior with his wife.

"It's because you're good at teaching me. The ruler and wash board at home are simply the biggest lethal weapons against me. Just thinking about it is scary. I should be honest."

Lyra poked his head gently, "Stop that. I haven't seen you being so afraid of them when you make a mistake."

The two chatted for a while, like a young couple in honeymoon period. And they wouldn't get tired of staying together all day.

After having dinner together in the canteen of NIB, the two returned to the White Mansion together.

Malcolm sent Lyra all the way to a corner 50 meters away form the door of the villa. Because he didn't want to go to the door to be seen by Charles, bodyguards and servants, which was easy to get involved in a lot of things, he simply refused to go there himself.

He was in an alley, waiting for his wife to pick up the babies.

After an hour.

Lyra was holding Spencer while Sophia was holding Momo. Eleven and Twelve were helping with bags of babies' stuff.

Several people went out of the old White's villa together.

When Lyra was in front of him, Malcolm reached out and helped take the Momo, coaxing the baby and asking her, "Why did it take so long? Is there something wrong?"

Lyra's face was grim, and there was a hint of complex emotions in her eyes.

"Grandpa seems to be really sick. He is not feeling well. I heard from Charles that he has not been able to get out of bed since he returned to the bedroom for lunch break at noon. I don't know if he caught a cold. He's not in a good state."

Malcolm pursed his thin lips, lowered his head and said nothing, concentrating on coaxing the Momo in his arms.

Lyra continued, "Before I picked up Spencer and Momo, I went to grandpa's bedroom to visit him. He was indeed ill."

Malcolm was expressionless, "Or maybe he's worried about Ryan in advance knowing I am going to deal with the Ryan family."

Lyra stopped talking.

Malcolm hugged the baby with one hand, freeing up the other to hug his wife, "Okay, it's late. Hum, it's time to go to bed for Spencer and Momo. Let's go back to Lyre Spiti early."

Lyra nodded, let him put his arm around her shoulder and headed back to Lyre Spiti together.

Just after walking a few steps, Malcolm turned back and told Eleven, "Old White is getting older and his body has deteriorated. Starting from tomorrow, you will send half of the elite doctors from the medical team to the villa. In the future, they will serve as his family doctors, helping him take care of his body at any time. And let Charles arrange accommodation after they arrive. He will take care of it." Eleven responded, "Yes, Mr. Malcolm."

...

Two days in a row, Malcolm had been carrying out a thorough turnover of NIB, from the team leaders to the cleaning staff.

The planted agents arranged by the old White had been uprooted by Malcolm.

In addition, Malcolm was preparing for the third day of the family meeting.

Ryan had shifted from the single cell to a mixed cell in the past few days, and had been interrogated many times by Ted who was trying his best to pry out the details of the whole thing.

What Ted finally delivered to Malcolm was a complete self-incrimination sheet.

In the evidence record, Ryan explained the antecedents of the car accident.

It wasn't that he accidentally hit the luxury car driven by Malcolm's parents, but he knew in advance that they would pass that road. So, Ryan, who was driving, deliberately took a long detour and made the accident in time.

He deliberately had alcohol in order to escape the guilt, and Albert was even implicated by him, intending to be a scapegoat.

For Rudolph, his eldest son and daughter-in-law were killed in a car accident, and his other two sons were involved.

On the same day, he was faced with the choice of giving up his three sons. He really didn't want to risk his three sons, the three families at the same time, so he chose to help conceal it.

Malcolm didn't complain at all but understood his choice.

However, understanding was not the same as being able to forgive.

The car accident cost his parents and ruined his chance to feel their love in his life. He would never let go of the culprit.

When thinking, Malcolm was sitting in the office, checked the evidence that Ted had compiled, and kept a backup. He planned to announce it at the family meeting tomorrow.

"You have done a good job in this matter. You have been working hard recently. Shall I permit you a vacation and go out to relax for a few days?"

Ted smiled brightly.

He scratched the back of his head and said in an embarrassed way, "I don't need to have a vocation. I will do more for the bureau and my life will be more fulfilling. Anyway, I live alone and there's nothing fun to have a vocation."

Malcolm asked, "Are you twenty-five this year?"

"Yeah, why do you ask about my age?"

Malcolm's words were sharp, "You're at the age of half fifty but you don't even have a girlfriend. You should be in a relationship. Look at Chad and Brad. They're not single anymore but you're still alone." "Half fifty?"

Ted frowned. Why could he use such a phrase to make him feel so old in an instant?