After divorce I am a billionaire

Malcolm lowered his eyes and stroked his son's head, "We need to keep Rara's disappearance a secret so Suham doesn't panic,” he says in a serious, soft voice. "Also, I've arranged for Brad to conduct a full investigation into the matter. The two phones we found are in the process of recovering their data. We'll have the results tomorrow.” Although he was very confused, he still planed these things very complete.

Anthony listened quietly and thought for a long tbefore asking, "So, you're going to wait until tomorrow morning? Until the results?" Malcolm didn't talk. Obviously, that was what he meant.

After investigating in the entire first half of the night, the results of the investigation would take time. The other party had many tricks, was very familiar with Suham, and the method of hiding was almost perfect, not revealing any flaws at all.

There was no other way but to wait patiently.

Anthony's expression was even grimmer when he didn't speak.

The palm of his hand pinched the information sheet, and his heart was extremely forbearing and depressed.

The thought of Lyra's disappearance and the possibility that something might have happened to her made it impossible for him to stay here in peace.

Malcolm can wait. But he can't.

He got up quickly, put down his list of investigations, and turned to leave.

Chad called out to him at the back, "Anthony, it's the middle of the night. There's not much you can do. What else do you want to do?" Anthony stopped, didn't look back, and said firmly, "One more person, one more way. Malcolm wants to do this out in the open.

I'l do it in the dark." With a thump of the office door, he walked away decisively.

The air in the office quieted down for a moment.

Malcolm focused on the sleeping kids. And his eyes looked dark.

Although he did not show in front of Chad uncomfortable and self-blemotions, Chad had worked with him for more than 10 years, and knew his character too well.

Chad didn't call his bluff. He got up and straightened his hem, "Malcolm, you've been working on these things all night, and you've been drinking too much. You should get srest too. Don't wear yourself out. Or the kids won't have anyone to protect them. I'll go find Brad and investigate with him. It'll be faster." Malcolm pressed his lips together, suppressed his depressed mood, and nodded in agreement.

The next morning.

Because Spencer had to go to the lab for an infusion, Malcolm took a two-hour break and washed both kids up on time.

Having the officers bring breakfast from the NIB canteen, Malcolm patiently took care of the kids when they were having food.

Molly only took two sips of soy milk, then wrinkled her little face and stuck out her little tongue.

"Daddy, the breakfast here is terrible. You make the best breakfast!" Malcolm was having breakfast mechanically, lost in thought, completely distracted from the meal and not listening to what Molly had said.

"Daddy?" Molly called out to him, tilting her head, but Spencer stopped her.

"Don't be picky. It's good that you can eat. Didn't you hear what Daddy said last night? Daddy and Mommy have been very busy these past few days. They don't have tto take care of us. Be sensible and don't cause daddy any trouble.” "Okay." Molly pouted, picked up her spoon, and ate without complaining about the food.

A sleepless night had made Malcolm look pale, and his dark circle was evident.

Spencer felt sorry for him and handed him the fried egg from his bowl.

"Daddy, I'm tired of eating eggs. Because of the infusion last night, my tongue feels bitter. | only want to drink water. Can you helpshare this egg?" Malcolm cto his senses and rubbed his head. "Are you feeling sick? Are you going to throw up?" Spencer shook his head. "I'm fine. | just can't eat any eggs. I'm a little nauseous, but | don't want to waste any food. Daddy, eat more." "Okay." Malcolm smiled gently and ate the egg that Spencer had picked up.

After the breakfast, he took both kids to the lab.

"Momo, | took a few days off from kindergarten for you, so you can spend the next few days in the lab with your brother, okay?" Molly sat quietly in the child's chair, and nodded obediently, "Okay, | will take care of my brother." Inside the room, Jimmy entered with a tray to give Spencer an infusion, and Molly sat by the bed reading a fairy tale.

Malcolm was standing by the bed, watching his son's IV, and lost in thought again.

Spencer looked up at him and said decisively, "Daddy, I'm fine as long as Molly is here with me. You still have a lot of work to do at the bureau. You can go back now. | will take care of myself and Molly. She won't run around and make you worry." His five-year-old son, obviously, was a good judge of looks and a very sensible man. He was so pleased that he leaned over and gave him a little kiss on the forehead.

"Spencer, be good. I'm coming over tonight.” Spencer smiled and waved at him. "Go on, wait for you tonight.” Molly put down the storybook and pointed to Malcolm's cheek. "Daddy, | want a kiss too." Malcolm walked over and bent down to kiss her on the cheek. She put her little arm around his neck and gave him a few forceful kisses on the cheek.

"I know you're busy, so I'll be good and try not to get you in trouble.” Although she said so, it wasn't easy for her to say such because she was a trouble-maker.

Malcolm's heart was warmed and his eyes welled up with words from his kids.

He endured the sour feeling, said a few words with steady voice, got up and left.

Jimmy followed him out the door. He whispered kindly, "I really can't spare any energy these two days. Keep an eye on them while I'm gone." Anthony hadn't heard from Lyra since she disappeared last night and hadn't returned to the Callahan Residence.

Chad, Ted, and Brad were all working on the case, and Malcolm can only rely on Jimmy.

"Don't worry, Malcolm," Jimmy said. "I just finished a medical study. I'm not busy these days. I'll take care of Spencer and Momo." Malcolm patted him on the shoulder and drove back to NIB without further delay.

In the ward.

Spencer turned to look out the window at the swaying banana tree, with his young face as serious as Malcolm's.

Last night, while he was awake, he overheard Malcolm talking to Anthony and Chad.

It turned out mommy was not back at the Lloyd Manor, but missing.

He knew that his daddy must be the most upset, and he didn’t want to hold him back at a tlike this.

He had to let his daddy have no worries to investigate, in order to find mommy as soon as possible.

Molly sat at the end of the bed, absorbed in the fairy tale book, as if in addition to eat, drink and play, she did not know anything.

Spencer picked an orange from the nightstand and gave it to her. "You don't like the breakfast, do you? It's sweet. Two more and you'll be full." Malcolm, coming out of the lab, rushed to Vinnie, the restorer.

Vinnie was still working on the restoration of the cell phone that Malcolm sent over last night.

It was almost done, just a few more steps to try and turn it on.

Malcolm sat by and waited for ten minutes without bothering him.

"Mr. White, that's okay" Vinnie handed over the phone, which was barely glued on, with a proud look on his face, "Although it was too smashed, the data chip is still intact. | changed the display and other hardware. Although | can't restore it 100% , | can still check the original information on the phone." Malcolm immediately took it and opened the phone's address book.

After keeping all recent calls, he discovered that the owner of the phone had a suspicious connection to two of the unknown numbers.

The calls were infrequent, but each lasted more than five minutes.