After divorce I am a billionaire

Just as he was about to clear his head and analyze the situation, Brad pulled into the lab's open-air parking lot, got out first, and opened the back seat door for Malcolm.

"Boss, we're at the lab." Malcolm was forced to pull back, took the phone, and got out of the car. "Go back to the bureau,” he said. "We haven't caught Frank. Keep looking." "Understood." After seeing Malcolm off, Brad drove off.

At night, the lab was very quiet.

Spencer's room was the only light on the entire floor.

Not wanting to keep the little ones waiting, Malcolm picked up the pace.

As soon as he reached the door, the door was ajar and not fully closed. Malcolm was about to push it when he heard Molly crying and Spencer's patient voice.

"Spencer, | really miss mommy, really.” Her voice was choked with sobs, sobbing pitifully.

Instead of mocking her, Spencer patiently wiped her tears with a tissue. "Don't cry. Your eyes are red from crying. Daddy will see you when he gets here." "But | can't help it. | am worried about mommy, but I'm afraid I'll mess it up." Spencer sighed, trying to reason with her, "You have to be a little more obedient. Sleep well at night. Don't make a fuss. Let daddy find mommy in peace. | believe in daddy's ability. He will definitely find mommy soon. Don't cry anymore. If daddy sees this, he will definitely be sad too. We can't affect him..." The cries in the ward soon subsided, intermittently.

His fingers on the doorknob trembled uncontrollably. The tip of his nose turned sour. His eyes turned red uncontrollably.

His two little kids knew that Lyra was missing, not going back to Lloyd's Manor.

Malcolm swallowed hard to suppress the bitter feeling. The more he tried to hold it in, the more his eyes becmoist.

Self-reproach, heartbreak were almost suffocating him.

He didn't want his mood to affect the kids, so he went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water to ease the heart- wrenching feeling.

After about five minutes, he looked at his watch again and then at himself in the mirror. Apart from the exhaustion that he could not hide, his emotions had been controlled very well.

When he returned to the room, he pushed open the door and found that Spencer had put Molly to sleep.

Under the dim yellow lamp by the bedside table, the tears in Molly's eyes were not obvious, but she gently sucked on her little finger, and her small eyebrows were slightly knitted together, looking very aggrieved.

Spencer saw him cin, and immediately had a smile, "Daddy, you cvery early today. The work of NIB was completed?" "Yes, it's almost done." Malcolm smiled as he sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked his little head lovingly. "Momo, why did you sleep so early tonight? What's wrong?" "She eats a lot and is healthy. | put her to sleep because | didn't like her noise." Malcolm rubbed his son's face in pain.

"By the way, | sent Uncle Jimmy away,” Spencer said. "He always likes to talk about education. | got tired of it and kicked him out." "He did it for your own good..." Malcolm sighed softly, trying to explain something for Jimmy.

Spencer didn't like to hear it. He wrapped his arms around his body and lay on his side on the pillow. His bright eyes stared at him. "I'm tired. Daddy, you must be tired too. Can you sleep with us first?" "Okay, go to sleep.” Malcolm let him hold his hand. With his tall body blocking the light from the lamp, he watched him sleep.

After Spencer fell asleep, he took Spencer's and Molly's hair from their pillows and stored them in small bags.

Although the woman in the hospital was known to be an impostor, after all, it was his judgment based on his familiarity with Lyra, and there was no evidence of that.

With DNA identification, the fact can be firmly established.

The next day.

Malcolm bought the kids a nice breakfast and accompanied them to have it in the lab before he went to the hospital.

The officer at Lyra's door reported to him about last night, "Last night, madam opened the door twice. The first twas to ask how long we would be guarding the door. The second twas in the middle of the night. She said that she couldn't sleep and she didn't have her phone. She wanted us to contact you for help. We knew that you would have to accompany the children to rest at night, so we didn't dare to disturb you." The policeman spoke with trepidation.

He knew how protective Malcolm was to his wife. When she woke up in the middle of the night, they didn't call Malcolm. Will they get punished? But Malcolm listened to their debrief without batting an eyelid. "Got it. Good work. Shift change. Get srest.” "Thank you, Mr. White." Malcolm opened the door, and a woman was sitting on a hospital bed eating breakfast brought from the hospital cafeteria.

She ate the porridge and the steamed bun in disgust, and as soon as she saw Malcolm, she began to complain.

"Honey, you finally came! The food in this hospital is really not for people to eat. The steamed bun is hard. | almost feel sick to death.” Malcolm's eyes darkened as he walked over and pulled up a chair to sit by the bed.

"This is the only way to eat in the hospital," he said. "You can eat whatever you want when you get out." The woman's eyes lit up. She tilted her head and said coquettishly, "Can we leave the hospital today? You're the best. I'm really fine now. Besides, | miss Momo and Spencer. Honey, can you taketo see them?" She cupped her chest coyly, feeling wronged. "I always feel empty when | can't see the kids. Spencer and Momo haven't seenfor many days. They must missvery much, right?" She kept mentioning Spencer and Molly. Malcolm kept silent, thinking this was what Frank had set her up for.

It took tto authenticate the results, and it took tto verify the woman's identity.

Malcolm calmly agreed, "Then I'll call the doctor for a follow-up checkup. As soon as we're sure there's nothing serious, we'll get out of here." "That's great." The woman pushed the plain porridge and steamed buns on the table away in disgust and continued to act coquettishly. "I want to eat the high-end breakfast from the five-star hotel next door. Honey, can you get someone to buy it?" "Well, you can eat whatever you want." Half an hour later.

The doctor cto check on Lyra. The woman was sitting in her room, enjoying a five-star breakfast. She was eating slowly and enjoyably to maintain her elegance.

Malcolm sat silently watching the tablet, doing his business.

After the doctor examined her, as what Malcolm had told him to do, he said, "Mr. White, madam's condition is not stable at the moment. Her blood sugar is very high, and she might experience nausea and vomiting. If it's serious, she might even faint. We suggest that she be admitted to the hospital for observation for another day. If there are no problems with the follow-up tomorrow, she can be discharged in the afternoon.” As he spoke, he wrote his diagnosis, occasionally glancing at the woman who was eating.

The doctor was secretly complaining: eat so many cakes and sweets in breakfast. No wonder the blood sugar is high.

Malcolm put the tablet away and said to the woman in a calm voice, "You heard him. Get srest. You might be discharged tomorrow." His long eyelashes gently covered his black eyes, cold as hell.

He just let her cherish the last two days of the opportunity to enjoy. When she was out of the hospital, he will let her know what a nightmare was.