After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 767 Malcolm is aggrieved to lose his wife

If it was a stranger, even in danger and needed of help.

Malcolm knew Lyra well enough to know that she would have stopped to help call 911, or 120, but she would never have let him get in the car.

Unless it was someone she knew, someone close to her...

Malcolm was breathing heavily and looked at the magnified video footage. The Man in the back of the car seemed intent on avoiding the street cameras on the road.

Only half of his shoulder was visible, and he did look rather burly, like a man at first sight.

But this man, who was he?

One mystery after another, Suham's recent troubles had kept NIB up all night, and a host of other pressing matters waited to be dealt with.

"There were no signs of a struggle, no sharp tools left behind, and it may have been someone Rara knew."

Muttering to himself, he turned to Brad and said, "Go ask the shops near the bridge and see if anyone has installed outdoor burglar surveillance cameras. Maybe they can see something."

This could be a breakthrough for now.

"You're right. I'll make the call now."

Brad took two steps to the door, put his hand on the doorknob, and remembered something, turning his head, "Boss, I know you're worried, but... you have to take care of your health. It's winter, and the rain is too cold. You haven't even gotten rid of the wet clothes on your body. Don't get sick before replaceing Madam..."

As he spoke, Malcolm gave him a cold eye and he tactfully shut his mouth.

"I'm going, I'm going..."

Brad slouched his shoulders and silently shut the office door.

Malcolm came all the way back from the ravine. His hair was still wet and his clothes was still dripping.

He opened the drawer and took out a pack of cigarettes.

He hadn't touched one of these since Lyra was pregnant, and he didn't have to see their kids tonight, even if he smelt like cigarettes.

Taking out his lighter, he lit a cigarette and took a deep, venting breath.

The bitter taste of smoke along the mouth diffused in the whole chest. That was so uncomfortable that he coughed.

His eyes were red and pitiful. He stared at the cigarette on his fingertips and murmured softly, "Babe, I quit smoking. Did you see that? I want to be subjected to your rules. Let me replace you quickly, okay?"

His voice choked up very much. He forced himself to calm down all the way from the ravine. The sad feeling of losing his wife, until this moment when nobody was around, exploded finally.

The man, who used to be cold and tall, now shrugged his shoulders and was like sinking into the mud.

The rain outside the window was so loud that it drowned out the small sobs in the office.

Malcolm took a deep breath, coughed, smoked a whole cigarette quickly, and threw it into the glass ashtray.

To keep Chad and Anthony from bothering him, he turned off his cell phone in his pocket early.

Taking another mobile phone out of his desk drawer, he dialed the number he knew by heart.

Waiting for less than two seconds, there was a gentle female voice prompting him that the other side signal was weak, not in the service area, please dial later. Lyra's phone was still on, but it made him feel worse than if the phone had been turned off.

There were no signs of a struggle on the car.

Someone she knew was in Lyra's car.

Without breaking down, Lyra chose to race down the hill.

There was no blood in the ravine, and the rain and mud washed away any evidence of the possibility.

Malcolm can't even imagine what Lyra was going through on that car...

Staring at the stack of surveillance photos on his desk, he suddenly remembered something important.

He got up, walked out of his office, and called the police to retrieve the cell phone found in Lyra's car.

It was broken into tiny pieces, even the screen.

Malcolm still wouldn't let go of an opportunity to investigate, leaving the NIB to work in a secret underground office.

He handed the phone in a see-through sealed bag to a trusted occupational restorer, Vinnie Cox.

"See if you can restore this phone."

Vinnie donned special gloves and removed all the phone fragments from the sealed bag.

After careful consideration, Vinnie shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. White. This phone is too smashed. Even if I put the parts together, it'll be hard to recover."

"I don't need you to restore the phone's shell. I just need to put all the chips back together and replace another screen to fill it up so that I can see the data in the phone." Vinnie understood. "That's easy."

"How long will it take?"

"Soon... in two days."

Malcolm's brow furrowed, and a check for an unfilled amount lay on Vinnie's desk.

"I don't care if you don't eat or drink, I want what I want by noon tomorrow."

This check made Vinnie's eyes light up.

"Don't worry, Mr. White. It's easy. I'll have coffee tonight!! Stay up all night and fix it for you!"

Malcolm left his contact number and walked away without any hesitation.

Meanwhile, in the laboratory ward.

Molly stood by the window, reached out her little hand now and then to catch the rain outside.

With Malcolm gone, no one could control her, and the whole ward was filled with the sound of her laughing.

By contrast, Spencer could sense that something was amiss tonight.

At Malcolm's request, Chad went back to the White Mansion and went to Lyre Spiti to pick up some clothes and pants for the kids. They were going to be in the lab for a few days. Just Molly, Spencer and Anthony were in the ward.

Anthony was absent-minded, had cold face, and couldn't think of anything else.

Spencer sat on his hospital bed, glancing at him blankly. "You can peel a grapefruit, Anthony. What else can you do?"

At the sound of Spencer's voice, Anthony hung up a fruit knife through the skin of his finger, spilling blood.

He stared at his hand with a serious expression, feeling that Malcolm had something to hide tonight.

"Anthony?" Spencer blinked, stared at the blood on his fingertips, and pursed his lips. "You're bleeding into the grapefruit."

Anthony snapped back to reality. "I'm sorry."

"What's wrong with Mommy and Daddy? Why aren't they coming to see me tonight? Why aren't they letting me come home? Are they in some kind of trouble?"

Anthony took a few tissues to stop the bleeding. "I don't know exactly what happened, but it's true that Suham has been going through a lot lately. Your dad is too busy and has no time take care of you. It's normal."

Spencer thought, not talking.

Molly was still singing by the window. Her little hands were stained with raindrops, but she was in a good mood.

Anthony looked at her from a distance, worried that she would have a cold, and was about to get up to talk her back away from the window, when his cell phone rang.

He looked down and saw that it was Mavis calling from home.