After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 649 Mention the past again

To the cemetery?

Lyra frowned suspiciously, staring at Malcolm who looked gentle.

Of course she knew who was buried in the Frayton cemetery. She didn't know about Malcolm's fake death at that time so she stayed at Frayton for half a year for the tombstone.

While she was contemplating, Malcolm touched her soft cheek with his large palm and smiled slightly, "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking... Are you going to see Melvin? What secret of the Freeman family do you hide from me? Is that secret related to me?"

Malcolm's fingers gently rubbed her cheeks, and his black eyes made it impossible for Lyra to see through him.

When he spoke, he still said softly, "Rara, you didn't have much breakfast at the Freeman Manor, and you looked gloomy. You were really thinking about this."

"I really can't hide anything from you. It's my fault you had no appetite this morning."

Lyra patted the back of his hand lightly, and said angrily, "You knew it. We should be more honest. It's not too late to explain to me."

Malcolm took her hand, bowed his head reverently, and kissed on her palm.

"We're going to Frayton Cemetery just to tell you, but you're not allowed to be mad at me."

Lyra smiled enchantingly, "It was all happening many years ago. There's nothing to haggle over. Besides, I have even two babies with you. Can I leave the babies and you in a fit of anger?" Malcolm nodded in agreement, "You're right. I was overthinking."

More than 20 minutes later, the luxury car stopped outside the Frayton cemetery.

Lyra and Malcolm got out of the car together and bought two bouquets of white flowers at the funeral shop outside the cemetery.

Lyra had walked many times this road leading to Melvin's tombstone.

Every time when she came here before, her feeling was extremely heavy.

However, this time, with her sweetheart not under the tombstone, but by her side, Lyra was at peace, held the flower in one hand, and took Malcolm's hand with the other hand, clasping his fingers tightly. Lyra could replace Melvin's tombstone with precision even with her eyes closed.

When she saw it this time, she was shocked to realize that the gray-white photo on the tombstone had been changed.

It was no longer Malcolm's unsmiling and indifferent face, but a young face that Lyra had never seen before.

She took a closer look suspiciously, "During the half year when I was still in Frayton, I would come to see it almost every two or three days. It was your photo before. When did it change it?"

Lyra thought it very strange, "If it had been replaced by the real Melvin's photo, how could Sheila still be completely in the dark? Hasn't she come to express her condolences to her brother for a year and a half?"

Malcolm politely placed the flower in front of the tombstone platform and bowed slightly to show respect for the deceased.

"Just last night, I sent a message to Frayton Police before going to bed. I had them replace the photo on the tombstones overnight."

"You move really fast."

Malcolm looked a little weird, "Do you want my photo to hang on here all the time?"

Lyra was startled, and gave him a serious look, "Don't say it."

Malcolm changed the subject wisely, "Melvin died in an accident when he was fifteen years old. He was my most capable subordinate. I have always felt guilty and regretful about his death..."

Lyra listened quietly. Although he had confessed this once before when she learned Malcolm's fake death, she was still patient to his expounding.

"Although Melvin was sent to the Junior Military Academy affiliated to the bureau since he was a child, Fiona and Sheila lost contact with him for more than ten years. Clayton knew it. When I replaced Melvin's name back then, Clayton soon became doubtful about me, but he kept silent until, he asked me to marry you..."

Lyra's expression suddenly turned grim.

Malcolm's abnormality in the past two days was really because the secret of the Freeman family was related to her.

Malcolm sighed, "Do you still remember? I treated you very well before marriage and took care of you like my sister. When I found out I was going to marry you, my attitude towards you changed drastically, and I was often cynical."

"Of course, I remember."

Although she didn't care about that any more, she still remembered it very clearly when she was in Freeman family, especially the things with Malcolm.

Malcolm lowered his head sadly, and opened and closed his mouth a few times before continuing, "Clayton found me, told me about my background, and asked me to..."

Lyra asked, "What did he want you to do?"

"He wanted to kill you quietly, do some religious rites, and make you and Melvin who was dead as a pair, so that he won't be too lonely in heaven."

That was... ghost marriage.

Lyra was shocked, thinking about Clayton's kind and peaceful face.

Unexpectedly, Clayton kept her in the Freeman Manor with such a vicious mind.

"Melvin died many years ago. He was so pedantic. It's ridiculous he believed this kind of thing."

"It's ridiculous."

Malcolm touched her face, "At that time, I was still under the protection of the Freeman family. He didn't give me the execution power of the Freeman Group with confidence. I had no evidence to go to the police station to expose his absurd behavior. So, I can only alienate you and treat you indifferently to let you give up with malicious words. And it was also to confuse Clayton."

"I told him more than once you're not suitable to me in terms of personality. After we got married, we moved out of the Freeman Manor and went to Seaside Villa to live alone to avoid Clayton's plot, so he had not been able to replace a chance in those years to kill you."

"You know some of these thing. Like during the first year after marrying you, Clayton and I used to fight in the study, and every time it was because of you."

"I thought this was to protect your life safety, but I didn't expect to ignore your psychological problems. And because I obviously showed I didn't like you, it indirectly contributed to the Freemans' mean treating to you, causing you to be disheartened at the time. It was my fault."

Lyra listened and analyzed.

"I still remember Clayton held my hand before he died, telling me not to divorce, and complimenting you so much. It turned out to be not sincere, but he just wanted me to be tied to the Freeman family as the daughter-in-law, waiting for an opportunity to kill me."

Malcolm nodded, "So he told you this before he died."

His eyes were red and a little bit watery, staring at Lyra. His hand that held hers was sweating.

"I haven't dared to tell you the whole truth. I'm afraid you will want to leave me when you think of the pain of those three years again."

After going through so many things together, he really couldn't bear the pain of losing her.

Lyra touched his face, soothing his unease, "How could..."

Before she finished her words, she suddenly remembered a very important thing, "This is not right. If you always disliked me, wanted to divorce me, and didn't want me to become the daughter-in-law of Freeman family because of Clayton's conspiracy, then why did you want to engaged with Charlotte? I remember you at that time because of life-saving grace, you were responsive to her needs and carefully protected her. Why were you not afraid of her being harmed?"

Malcolm's face stiffened.

When talking about all the things happened in Frayton, she would always mention Charlotte. Malcolm felt despaired and would rather never know such a person.

Suddenly, Lyra grabbed his earlobe with a fierce look,"Be honest. Are you still hiding something else?"