After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 647 My brother is the son of White family?

An hour later, Lyra and Malcolm headed to the Freeman Manor.

The people in the Freeman Manor had just woken up and started working, and the whole house was resounding with the loud cries of a baby.

Sheila and her husband Edward were in a hurry.

Fiona was also woken up by the crying sound and ran over to check in annoyance, cursing a lot.

"Edward, look at you. As a father, you are incompetent at all. What's the use of managing the company well?! When you get home, you don't even know how to take care of your kid!" "Yes, yes, I'll pay attention next time."

"Next time? I've heard this like 800 times but you never change it."

Edward was busy coaxing the baby while responding perfunctorily to Fiona's unfriendly words, "Yes, you're right."

"Huh?" Fiona got up early in the morning and instantly blew up, "Did you hear what I said! You only pay lip service!"

"You're right."

Sheila was dying of laughter. Seeing that her mother was going to lose temper, she quickly helped said, "Alright, mom, don't stand at the door and just stop talking. Come over and help us with the baby. Crying all the morning. I don't know if we've done something wrong."

Fiona looked at her good for nothing daughter and son-in-law, and walked over angrily, nagging.

"You two, you are really incompetent parents! If your brother is still here, he and Lyra won't definitely worry me!"

Lyra and Malcolm arrived at the door of the Freeman Manor, carrying many gifts. And they heard the noises and cries mixing together. Seeing that there were guests, the butler trotted out of the house, stepped forward quickly, and saw the man next to Lyra at a glance.

"Mr. ... Mr. Melvin?!"

The butler looked panic-stricken as if he saw a ghost, and he wiped his eyes with his sleeve and looked at him for several times.

This man looked too similar to Melvin Freeman, both in sense and appearance. And they even had the same cold temperament, but if looking closely, the butler felt it vaguely unfamiliar.

Moreover, the butler clearly remembered that Melvin died a year and a half ago.

How could he be possible to stand here...

He sighed inwardly and greeted Lyra with a smile, "Miss Lloyd, do you specifically visit Mrs. Freeman and Ms. here from Suham?"

Lyra smiled and nodded, "That's right."

"We're still cared by a bigwig like you. We the Freeman family are so flattered. If old Mr. Freeman knows about it, he will definitely be very gratified in the heaven. He made a right decision back then." The butler immediately called the servants over and helped with the gifts from Lyra and Malcolm.

Lyra: "You can go to the cemetery and share this with him."

"Okay, okay." The butler smiled and politely asked Lyra the identity of the man next to him, "Miss Lloyd, who is he?"

Lyra glanced sideways at Malcolm, and smiled slyly, "My husband."

"Oh, you're Mr. Malcolm. I have heard of your illustrious name for a long time. You are really like...! No, you are handsome!" The butler looked up and was sucked in by that face again, almost saying the wrong words.

Lyra smirked, and Malcolm stood silently beside her, being extremely cold.

"Miss Lloyd, Mr. Malcolm, our two distinguished guests, please come to the front hall and wait for a while.I will immediately inform them."

"Thanks."

Lyra took Malcolm's arm and entered the Freeman Manor side by side.

She hadn't been back here for more than a year, and it seemed a lot had changed.

In the past, Fiona loved roses the most and there was a large garden with roses of expensive varieties, but now they were all torn down.

All that was left was the lush lawn, a swing and a slide for toddlers.

Entering the hall, Clayton Freeman's favorite set of classical furniture had been replaced with a soft fabric sofa, and the coffee table was all rounded, as if to prevent children from getting hurt from it.

Malcolm looked at the entire house carefully. He had lived there for more than ten years, and hadn't returned here for only a year and a half. Except for the same exterior decoration, the interior decorations and styles were all different.

He can't replace the familiarity when he lived here.

Lyra watched him from the side without speaking.

A few minutes later, they could hear the hurried sound of walking downstairs.

Fiona, Sheila, and Edward with a baby all came down to greet the guests.

As soon as they walked down the stairs, Fiona saw Malcolm's tall figure in the distance, and a sense of familiarity was overwhelming.

Her heartbeat quickened with horror, and her footsteps couldn't help speeding up. After she saw Malcolm's face completely, her eyes turned red as soon as she said it, and her tears fell instantly.

"My son, my son really isn't dead!" She rushed towards Malcolm with tears in her eyes, as if she had suffered from the pain of longing, and felt extremely aggrieved.

Malcolm caught her and let her hug him and cry.

The butler reminded, "Madam, he is not Mr. Melvin. He is... Miss Lloyd's husband, Mr. Melvin."

Fiona rested her head on Malcolm's chest and cried, "My son is Lyra's husband. Lyra's husband must be my son."

Lyra and Malcolm looked at each other, being a little surprised that Fiona could say such a thing.

When did she replace out?

When did she become so intelligent?

Sheila, who came from behind, stepped forward to stop her mother in horror, "Mom, what are you talking about? My brother and Lyra divorced like many years ago. You are holding Lyra's current husband, the man in power of White family. I heard he is also the boss of the National Investigation Bureau. The whole country knows him. Be careful not to offend Mr. Malcolm ... maybe you will be detained for a few days."

The last sentence made Fiona sober a lot in an instant.

She raised her face, double-checked Malcolm's face, and looked at Lyra who was next to her.

A year and a half ago, Melvin gave her a letter when he had an accident, and she still had it.

Her biological son had died many years ago, and the substitute son who took his place to show filial piety to her also died...

The man in power of White family, how was that possible..

She seemed to come to reason now, and her fingers that let go Malcolm went stiff.

"Sorry, Mr. Malcolm for offending you. I..."

Malcolm grabbed her wrinkled and thin wrist, and smiled gently, "Mom, it's me. I'm back."

The word "word" made three people in the hall panic.

Fiona's face was tear-stained as she digested Malcolm's words for a long time because of the excessive surprise.

"You...you call me mom?"

She turned to look at Lyra to confirm.

Lyra nodded, confirming Malcolm's words.

Fiona was ecstatic, "I knew Lyra loved my son so much at that time. She decided that it would never change in her life. How could it be possible that after she regained her identity, the news of her engagement to another man was reported a few months after my son's death? It's really you, it's really you..."

Sheila's eyes widened and she was stunned.

Fiona can accept it, but she can't.

"God, how could my brother be the man in power of the White family? How it could be? My brother is not the son of Freeman family? Mom? He is the illegitimate son of you and someone in the White family? Then am I..."

Her mind was exploding and she had already imagined that she maybe an illegitimate daughter of a wealthy family.