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The girl lowered her head sadly, looking as if she didn't know how to explain.

Malcolm said in a heavy tone, "Forget it. Let's go back.” The girl was scolded, and her little boyfriend was not happy, "You're walking out from the front. Rich people, right? She already said it was not intentional. Is it fun to be aggressive?" As he said so, he took advantage of the twhen Micah and Keith were not paying attention. He quickly smashed the snowball in his hand towards Malcolm.

The snowball exploded in front of Malcolm's heel, and the reserved black leather shoes were covered with snowflakes.

Malcolm did not react. He was held by Keith, not looking at them from the beginning to the end.

Keith was really annoyed. After entrusting Malcolm to Micah, he let the security at the entrance of the lab cout to arrest him.

The two were about to run when they were caught back by security within a few minutes.

Keith looked at them coldly and ordered, "Send them to the police station. They maliciously wounded and deliberately murdered with obvious intent!" "Yes, Mr. Keith, please rest assured.” After making the arrangements, Keith turned his head and left. They quickly got into Malcolm's car and sped back to Lyre Spiti in the snow-filled night.

However, the young couple had just been sent to the police station when they were transferred by the National Investigation Bureau.

The man who just smashed the snowball at Malcolm was standing in Shane's office in a disciplined manner.

"Mr. Shane, Mr. Malcolm's eyes can't see anything." Shane instantly put his long legs on the table down and sat up properly, "Are you sure you're not making a mistake?" "Yes, Mr. Malcolm had to be held up the whole time. Although he was wearing sunglasses, when | threw the snowball over him, he was completely unresponsive. Normal people would look down, right?" Shane propped his chin on his arms on the table, and was very surprised, "Mr. Malcolm is blind. How can he continue to lead the National Investigation Bureau? He should step aside the position." The more he thought about it, the more amused he became, "The good news can't be ours alone. Tell Ryan. But it's none of my business as to what he's going to do." Micah and Keith, who had returned to Lyre Spiti, was about to go to bedrooms respectively to rest when they were called into the master bedroom by Malcolm.

Malcolm said squarely, "What happened at the lab door tonight was either arranged by Ryan or Shane. | guess my eye problem has been exposed.” Micah and Keith did not refute. They were smart people and had guessed it right.

Malcolm continued, "Whoever is among them will be eager to pulldown once they know the news. Tomorrow, I'm afraid, it won't be very easy to perform the surgery.” Micah and Keith, with grim expressions, looked at each other before raising their eyes to see Malcolm at the stime.

Keith asked, "Now that you're talking about it, are you already planning on it?" Malcolm's eyes were downcast and his thin lips were gently curved.

While it was late at night in Crana, it was daylight in European Swye, nearing noon.

Lyra sat in front of the window in her bedroom. She was bored and looking out at the wide and pleasant view.

She counted the tdifference in her mind and wondered if Malcolm was asleep and if he was dreaming about her.

Chad knocked on the door and brought in the lunch.

"Miss, it's tfor lunch." Because of the monitor on the overhead light, Chad kissed Anthony's arse.

"Mr. Lance said you don't like sweet and salty food over here. And you have been having a bad appetite, so he specially found an Crana restaurant in Europe Swye and made a few dishes for you." Hearing that it was Crana's flavor, Lyra got up, which was rare, and walked over to the table to check it out.

Braised pork, stir-fried boiled pork slices, scrambled eggs with leeks ...

The food looked good, but Lyra smelled the oil and somehow felt very greasy and sick to her stomach.

She held it back and her face went pale. Eventually she couldn't hold back and ran wildly to the toilet.

She didn't eat much in the morning. With the vomiting, the stomach acid poured up and burned her throat.

Chad looked in the direction of the toilet. His eyebrows furrowed. Vaguely, he was aware of something.

By the tLyra finished throwing up, cleaned up and cout of the bathroom, Chad had turned off the monitors.

The doors and windows were all locked.

He looked serious, hesitated for a while, but still found the courage to ask: "Miss Lyra, have you noticed your body is not the sas before?" Lyra helped herself to massage her chest while thinking about his question, "It seems to be a little different. Always losing my appetite, wanting to throw up when | smell the oil. And I'm always feeling sleepy.” Originally, she thought that when she cto a strange place, she would be unable to sleep at night and miss Malcolm every day until she lost sleep.

But she didn't. Every twhen she laid down on the bed, she could soon drift off to sleep.

Chad looked at her stomach, "Is it possible ... you're pregnant?” "Pregnant?" Lyra was slightly stunned, barely considering the possibility, "How can that be? I've been done it with Malcolm many times. And I've never been able to conceive. There's no way. In this t..." As she mentioned this, her whole body froze.

When she thought about it, it seemed that her menstruation had been delayed for more than half of a month.

With all her recent symptoms, it really seemed a bit like pregnancy? She moved her hands down and caressed her stomach, looking at her belly.

If it was true, then this little baby cat a bad time.

Fate really loved to play tricks on her. When she wanted it, she can't get it.

When she least expected it, this little baby c...

The smell of grease and cooking ffrom the meal made her nauseous again. There was nothing left in her stomach that she could possibly vomit out, so she could only bend over in front of the wash basin to retch.

Chad reacted and immediately using plates to cover the meal on the table and turned on the room's air purifier.

Lyra felt so sick but couldn't throw up.

She could only hold back her nausea and said by fluke, "This cannot be fully concluded yet. Perhaps my symptoms are caused by in-acclimatization and depression. It's not pregnancy yet." Chad saw that she was having a hard time, but there was nothing he could do to help. So he could only sigh, "Then should we find a way to verify it? See if your body is sick, or pregnant?" Lyra sat on the edge of the bed, thinking but not answering.

Not only had they lost their freedom and were under house arrest, they didn't even have a cell phone and were completely disconnected from the outside world. Naturally, a small pregnancy test can't be bought.

Trying to fool Anthony and quietly verify if she was pregnant were really difficult for her and Chad in their current situation! Chad knew this too, "If you're pregnant, I'm afraid you're not able to keep it from Anthony for long. He's planning your marriage.

What will he do if he finds out you're pregnant at this point?" With Anthony's morbid paranoid personality, this incident was like a ticking tbomb placed around her.

Who knew if Anthony would be so angry that he would explode on the spot and make sextrdecision when he found out? "We can't hide this. Allowto think about this." Lyra put her hands put to the sides of her body, unconsciously clutching the quilt.

Chad brought in a chair and sat quietly next to her, gazing at her.

He was really quite heartbroken for her.

A woman, for the sake of his boss, travelled far away from home.

She couldn't relax at any moment in order to deal with Anthony.

As the youngest daughter of the Lloyd family, she would have been spoiled by everyone if she were really pregnant.

But now she had to rack her brains to face Anthony the pervert because of this matter.

While Chad stared intently at Lyra, Lyra stared down at the floor, pondering intently.

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