After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 787 If you see a the marriage certificate, will you believe it?

Lucie looked at Malcolm awkwardly, then smiled sheepishly and sat down again.

Lyra refocused her gaze on Malcolm, looking at him for a moment while he was still looking down in frustration.

When he looked up and looked away, she quickly averted her gaze and returned to her calm voice,

"You said you are my husband. What can you prove?"

Malcolm thought for a moment, then reached into his trouser pocket for his cell phone. His trembling fingers lit up the screen, opened the photo album, and showed Lyra a picture of the family of four in the lab ward.

Lyra glanced at it. "Photographs can be composited," she said. "If you come prepared, it's normal to prepare this."

The implication was that she didn't believe it.

Malcolm breathed a sigh of relief. The corners of her lips twitched bitterly as he explained, "We have a pair of five-year-old twins. The older brother's name is Spencer, and the younger sister's name is Molly. Because the two children are involved in the future inheritance rights of the White family and Lloyd family, they have different surnames. This matter was decided by you personally."

"A lot happened when you were pregnant with the kids. Your father fell down the stairs and died in the hospital. You were questioned as not the daughter of Lloyd family. All the pain was on you. During that time, you were emotionally unstable and often manic..."

He paused, slowly opened his left sleeve, exposing his strong forearm.

At this moment, the skin of the forearm, because the fist clenched too tightly, had the veins bulging.

Slightly tilting, there were two rows of teeth marks left, which were not very obvious.

Malcolm stroke over the scars with his fingers. His drooping eyelashes fluttered and his voice was hoarse.

"That's because I stopped you from eating oranges. You bit me when you were angry. It was very painful..."

It really hurt.

Nothing made her heart tremble more than the fact that she did not remember him and said she would not choose him.

Lyra turned away, not looking at the teeth marks, feeling a little indifferent.

Lucie looked back and forth, sighed, and shook her head, not knowing what to say.

She couldn't interfere the affairs of the young, and could only listen in silence.

There was a long silence in the yard.

Lyra said slowly, "You can make up a story. Don't think I'll believe you just because you say that. There are so many bad guys out there. If I haven't been more vigilant, I would have believed Anthony a long time ago, and you wouldn't have had the chance to say that now. I didn't mean to pick on you. I hope you can understand."

Her tone was bland, like an interviewer vetting a candidate.

Malcolm remained half-crouched at her feet. His head bowed, and he was silent for a moment.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt as if Lyra was comforting him.

As if to tell him, she did this to protect herself who suffered amnesia, and let him not be sad.

Within seconds of that thought, Malcolm denied that.

She did not remember him. How can she pacify him? It was delusional, really delusional.

Lyra looked at the depressed man beside her feet, who was still allowing himself to grieve. She asked gently and helplessly, "Aren't your legs tired from squatting like this?"

Malcolm shook his head.

Squatting was not a big deal. If there was no outsiders watching, he can kneel and also slap himself a few times for atonement, until she remembered him.

Lyra asked again, "You just said that you have two five-year-old kids. They are so young. They need their parents. Do you really want to stay here? Don't you go back to comfort the children?" Her estranged tone was as if ordering him to leave, and she did not welcome him to stay here.

Malcolm froze, shaking his head again, and unwavering.

He was where his wife was.

He was not going anywhere.

Lyra's brows furrowed slightly, as if impatient, "You're really not leaving? Lucie can't even accommodate you here. Your children will cry even if they don't have anyone to accompany them, right? You act like you move me and your children dearly, but you don't care about your children at all. How can I believe your words?"

Malcolm choked. "The kids have been very good lately. Spencer has been coaxing Momo to sleep by himself. He doesn't need me to watch over him. Besides, Jimmy is there. They are fine."

This meant that he will not leave here tonight.

Seeing that something was amiss, Lucie patted the back of Lyra's hand and smiled as a peacemaker. "Alright, Mr. White is willing to settle in this small place. I'm really honored. I'll go and help you replace a clean blanket."

She got up and went into the house.

Malcolm and Lyra were the only ones in the yard.

Lyra didn't want to say anything more, but she did mention a question she had asked Anthony before, "I don't believe you. I'm just asking you, do you have our marriage license?" Malcolm looked up, "Yes."

Lyra scowled and spread her hands. "Let me see."

Malcolm touched his pocket subconsciously. He could not wait to show her the evidence. His expression froze after a while. "The marriage certificate is at home. I didn't... bring it out..."

Lyra said nonchalantly, "Then stop saying that you're my husband. I don't believe you until I see the marriage certificate. Wait until you can prove it."

As she said this, she stood up, turned to leave, and Malcolm grabbed her by the wrist.

She looked back and saw the man who was looking up at her with dark eyes.

"I'll get someone to go back and get it right now. If you could see our marriage certificate, would you believe me?"

Lyra's face stiffened. She shook his hand. "It's too late. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Without hesitation, she left, crossed the threshold and went inside to help Lucie with two clean quilts.

Malcolm still crouched, stared at Lyra's back, and was lost in thought for a long moment.

For some reason, he felt as if Lyra was avoiding him.

Since she did not know him and did not remember him, why were there so many small actions?

But if she remembered, it was because she didn't want to recognize him, because she didn't want him?

As if there was the weight of a heavy stone upon his chest, which made him almost impossible to breathe, and all the speculation sent a chill feeling in his heart that was colder than the evening wind in his face.

The sound of cooking came from the kitchen, and Chad quickly came out to help Malcolm, who was still squatting on the ground in a daze.

"Don't squat. Your legs will go numb. It's so cold outside. You still need to save energy to take your wife to go back home. Take care of yourself. You can go in to sit. The dinner is almost done."

After bringing Malcolm into the house, Chad walked out of the yard to a better spot and made a phone call.

"Yes, Mr. White and I will stay here tonight. All of you can go back. It's cold on the top of the mountain. Don't keep watch."

"Well, the helicopters are leaving, and if I need a helicopter tomorrow, I'll call ahead."

"Let's go, let's go, let's not leave any of them behind. How many times do you want me to tell you? If you want to be punished, just tell me. I'll go back to the bureau tomorrow and help you!"

The more he talked, the more irritated his tone became.

Chad hung up the phone, and looked displeased.

In the mountains, the night was particularly cold. With the cold wind into the neck, Chad shivered, had his hands in his pockets, shrug his shoulders and ran back to the house.

The last dish of egg soup was served, and Anthony's bruising around the corner of his mouth was especially visible in the light.

Lucie asked worriedly, "How come you got hurt when you came out of the kitchen? Did you just fight?"

Chad was instantly stared at by several people.

He laughed and raised his hand to touch his head unnaturally, "No, no, why fight with him for nothing?" Anthony also nodded and looked very calm, "The kitchen floor is a little slippery. I just fell down."

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