After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 800 Only I can keep you alive

"My people found two batches of gold bars under the floor tiles in the back room. How did you get them there?"

Lucie was taken aback. After leaving home for an afternoon, she didn't expect Malcolm to dig out the things she had hidden so secretly.

She swallowed nervously and didn't speak.

Malcolm added, "Lucie, don't try to fool me. Every inch of your house has been inspected by MIB. Even if we need to keep digging, we can replace what we want."

When Lucie heard this, she became even more frightened.

"I... my husband and son get back the money they earn every year, and let me keep it. This is regular money. Is it against the law?"

Malcolm shook his head.

Lucie was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she heard him say again. "I'm not sure. If they really earn the money by normal means, it's not against the law. But if you use some crooked methods to get such a large amount of money, then you're breaking the law. According to this huge amount, you will definitely go to jail."

Lucie waved her hands again and again, "I didn't do anything bad. Don't arrest me. I'm just an ordinary village woman. Mr. White, please let me go."

Malcolm sighed and was impatient for her lies.

Getting up and walking to a table, he poured himself a cup of warm water, and drank half of it lightly.

"Your son is dead, and he has been dead for a long time. He didn't even have a chance to grow up. How could he go to work in the city? You have a bad relationship with your husband, and he left you. He hasn't come back for several years. You've been lying to us these days."

"You usually make a little money by picking vegetables and selling eggs, and you can barely make ends meet. Suddenly there is such a large amount of gold bars. If we don't doubt, whom else can we doubt?" He stated in a calm tone. Being expressionless, he picked up the glass again, poured a glass of water for Lucie, and brought it to her hand politely.

Lucie didn't dare to pick it up at all. She was so terrified.

Malcolm didn't persuade her either. Seeing that she refused to take it, he put the glass of water back on the table.

"I am patient with you. When you are willing to tell the truth, you can leave here. I just don't know if you don't go back for a month, will the chickens in your backyard starve to death?" He smiled lightly, straightened the cuffs of his coat, turned around and left.

Lucie panicked, and stopped him with a trembling voice, "Mr. White, please don't be like this... I, I can't say.I will die if I say it. They are too ruthless. They can even get things like guns. They will definitely kill me."

She started to cry as she spoke, sounding very sad, "My marriage is not happy. My son has not grown up. My life is boring and tedious, but I still don't want to die. Life is always more hopeful, isn't it?"

"I was hoping that after sending Lyra away, I would take those gold bars to the bank in the city to exchange them, then go to the countryside to buy a two-story villa, and spend the rest of my life alone with the rest of the money. I don't want to get involved in the case."

"Can you let me go? Don't push me anymore. I don't know anything..."

She buried her face in her hands, and began to cry sadly. With her psychological pressure, she was really about to collapse.

Malcolm stopped by the door, turned around and walked back. Looking at her for a long time, he then said, "You have been taken away by NIB. The fugitive suspect who gave you the gold bars must know it. Do you think if you don't say anything, I'll let you go go back, and you can be alive?"

If he let her go now, she will really die.

She was the only one living in the barren mountains. She was still a weak woman. If she was killed and buried quietly at home, probably no one would know about it.

Lucie fell silent, and soon understood what Malcolm meant, and cried even more sadly.

She didn't want to die, really!

Malcolm sat back in the chair again, lowered his tone and said, "Tell me the truth you know. Only I can keep you alive. You saved Rara. I am grateful to you. I will not do anything to hurt you. Please believe me."

Lucie stopped crying, looked up slowly, and met his eyes.

The night gradually fell.

Malcolm went to the lab in the dark.

Although they had only been away for a few hours, the two little kids were very lively. After they hadn't seen their mother for such a long time, they might be too excited to sleep tonight.

It didn't matter if the two of them jumped through the laboratory ward, but they just can't tire their mother.

Feeling really worried, Malcolm couldn't help speeding up his steps in the lab aisle.

Seeing that he could enter the ward at the next corner, his lowered eyes suddenly and caught a flash of a black figure in front of him.

The speed of the opponent's dodging was extremely fast, and that person was skilled.

"Who?"

At this time, there were only two or three frail doctors on duty in the laboratory.

If the police officers at the entrance of the lab wanted to patrol, it was impossible to run wildly.

Only a strong wind responded to him.

He quickly chased after that person and ran to the end of the aisle. There were banana trees under the window sill, and the shadows of the trees were mottled by the street lamps outside. They were all sprinkled on the wall in the aisle, swaying from time to time.

There was no one around, not even a cat.

Malcolm was a little suspicious, and checked the edge of the window sill twice more.

Could it be that he just misjudge it?

The laboratory was an important place for Suham's military medicines, and the personnel on duty at night had to check the three floors inside and outside.

Even if a butterfly flied in, the surveillance can capture it clearly, let alone a suspicious person...

Maybe, he was really wrong.

He hadn't been sleeping well recently, and he was almost busy during the day, which may be a physical problem.

Malcolm didn't think any more, and turned back to the ward.

At the same time as he left, a man wearing a mask at the corner quietly left from another direction. The red light displayed on the surveillance system did not turn on until the man left completely, and continued to work.

There was an episode in the passage. Malcolm didn't take it seriously, and opened the door of the ward quietly.

There was no light in the room, and the direction could be vaguely seen by the moonlight shining in from the window.

Malcolm walked over with light steps, and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. By the comfortable breathing of the two little kids, he knew they were fast asleep.

His eyes gradually adapted to the dim light, and Malcolm could clearly see the three figures on the bed.

One adult and two small kids.

Lyra was sleeping by the window, lying on her side, with one hand lightly resting on the two kids, protecting them even when she was asleep, for fear that a certain one would fall off the bed. Malcolm touched Spencer, who was closest to him. His short fluffy hair had a healing effect, and his heart felt soft.

In the small hospital bed, there were three people, whom he most wanted to protect in his life, sleeping there. Even if he risked his life, he must keep them safe.

In the middle of the night, Malcolm felt sleepy with the sound of heavy breathing on the bed.

He quietly moved a chair and placed it beside the bed. With his arms lying on the edge of the bed, he was sitting there and sleeping.

In this position, he just protected Spencer from falling out of the bed.

He slept through the night.

When Malcolm woke up, he had a lady's windbreaker on his shoulders, and Spencer and Molly weren't on the bed, nor was Lyra.

It was deserted, and he was the only one in the whole ward.

The sense of uneasiness enveloped his whole body almost instantly, and he was anxious to get up and go out to replace his wife and children.

Unexpectedly, after he slept on the bedside all night, his feet became numb.

As soon as he got up, his legs felt like they were being pricked by needles. Malcolm put one hand on the ground and knocked his right knee to the ground, thus avoiding the embarrassing fall. The door of the ward opened just at this time, and Lyra was holding a breakfast tray, shaking her head helplessly and laughing,

"Why do you kneel down to me? It's really out of the ordinary."