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Seeing that it was Micah at the door, Lyra and Malcolm looked at each other. Obviously, neither of them didn't expect that it would be him.

Micah's body was too wet.

He was reluctant to go in and wet the carpet. So he was still standing by the door, and his usually cool eyes locked on Lyra.

Lyra didn't quite understand. Remembering what happened at the Lloyd family the other day, she asked icily, "Why do you cover here without an umbrella? Is it an emergency?" Micah adjusted his breathing before saying, "Rara, | haven't cto you for the past few days because | was being watched.

Tomorrow is the return party, so | have to get rid of the surveillance and sneak over." Lyra's heart softened for a moment and she turned her head to Malcolm, "Get Micah a thick bath towel and make sginger tea." "OK." With a thick bath towel, Micah wrung the water from his body until it was half dry before entering the living room.

Malcolm went to make ginger tea, and Lyra sat on the couch.

"Micah, if you want to say something, just say it." Micah nodded, and he'd always been a man who didn't like to beat around the bush.

"Although Casper is my mentor, | don't trust all of his paternity tests. So, | brought this." He removed a piece of handkerchief paper from the lining of his suit, which contained Reginald's hair.

Lyra was slightly surprised and looked at him seriously for a few moments, "But Micah, it's already late at night. Even if you use your connections and send it to the hospital for testing, it will be too late tomorrow." Micah shook his head, "I can't trust anyone else. This time, I'll do it myself. All you need to do is to providewith silver staining reagent and polyacrylamide gel electrophoresis.” "Okay, the medical team of White Corp should have them over there. I'll have Chad send them over." Micah nodded, quickly lowered his head and deliberated again and again, "Rara, the day of dad's accident, | didn't express any opinion. Did you blme or not?" Lyra was angry at the mention of it.

No one knew how isolated she was that day, facing her relatives who did not trust her at all.

To say that she was not angry at all was too fake.

Nor did it fit Lyra's nature.

She gave Micah a cold and arrogant glare, approached him and gave him a not-so-gentle smack on his shoulder.

"Of course | blamed you, and even thought to ignore you in the future. Just pretend there is no such a brother." Hearing her words, Micah lowered his eyes gloomily and felt guilty.

Lyra went on to say, "But now that I've revenged by hitting you. I'm not angry anymore and | forgive you." Micah's eyes then regained their sparkle. And he grabbed her wrist and used her fist to continue to punch himself in the chest.

"It doesn't hurt. It's not enough to let you vent your anger out, so you can hita few more times." Lyra was amused and drew back her hand, "Well, I'm not angry anymore, really." Micah was barely relieved. Suddenly, he remembered something else, and his expression becgrim.

"Rara, I've been taking care of dad for the past few days. | found something in his room and, well, there's someone .. in the house who's very strange.” Lyra saw the complexity in his eyes and becserious once again.

She listened quietly to Micah's statement, and felt more and more dejected.

Micah told her all the findings of the past few days. Seeing that her expression didn't look good, he rushed to persuade her.

"Rara, this is just my guess. It's not completely sure. We can't just charge him. At tomorrow's return party, you have to hear his explanation." Lyra, not being irrational, immediately nodded her head.

Knock-knock- Someone was knocking on the door again.

Lyra looked at the tand was a little surprised, "Chad comes here so fast? | just finished sending him a message. And he's scrounging things over so quickly?" She got up and went to the door. And Micah followed her along.

The door opened.

Aman at the door was dressed in a wet outfit again. His chest was heaving violently. Apparently, he was also running in all the way over the wall.

But it was not Chad.

It was Keith.

Lyra looked Keith up and down, then back at Micah whose hair was still wet, and smiled.

"What's going on tonight? Why are you all running to my place in the rain? One by one, it's quite lively." Keith was wringing water out of his blue suit he was wearing while smiling at Micah who was behind Lyra, "Yo! What a coincidence! Micah, you're here too!" Micah's face looked cold. He didn't respond to him.

Lyra asked, "Keith, why do you chere today?" Speaking of this, Keith's expression instantly went down seriously, and he said in his bass voice, "Rara, I've found out the real reason for dad's accident this time!" The smile on Lyra's face disappeared and she turned serious.

"Who did that?" "Yes ..." Keith opened his mouth and felt bad, "Go in first and I'll talk to you." Lyra immediately handed him a towel and told him to dry his wet hair.

Keith took the towel and cleaned himself neatly.

When Malcolm cout of the kitchen, he immediately saw there was another unexpected guest at his home.

He compressed his lips and taunted, "Keith, you're here too. Is it because you smell my ginger tea and want to cover to have it?" Keith also laughed, "I haven't had any ginger tea made by my brother-in-law-to-be, so it's a timely trip!" Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere in the living room quickly resumed cordial.

Everyone was sitting on the couch and was discussing the return party tomorrow.

Two glasses of steaming ginger tea had just been put on the coffee table when someone was knocking on the villa's front door again and again.

This time, it was really Chad.

Chad had an umbrella, but it was raining really hard outside, and he was carrying what Micah wanted in his arms.

He ran wildly all the way over and was drenched a bit.

As soon as Malcolm opened the door, he sneezed twice.

After smelling the fragrant ginger tea inside, he pretended to be miserable and began to imitate Malcolm to do sad-fishing.

"Ouch bro, I'm so miserable! | was just dreaming but was called up by my sister-in-law-to-be to work. | need your hand-cooked ginger tea and a treat. If you can givea pay rise can, it'll be better!" Just as he finished speaking, Keith's laughter cfrom the living room.

Chad, being baffled, glanced inside and realized that Micah and Keith were there.

He immediately lowered his head and regretted it very much.

Usually, he only behaved like that in front of Malcolm. Being exposed, he felt extremely embarrassed on the spot and wanted to press the back button to start over.

Malcolm gave him a gloating look and took the testing device he was holding.

"There's plenty of ginger tea. You can have one too." "Okay!" Chad had always been good at socializing, and after just a few minutes of embarrassment, he quickly gathered himself and joined the discussion in the living room.

After drinking the ginger tea, Micah took the instrument, found an empty room on the second floor, and began the serious verification.

Silver staining reagent and Polyacrylamide gel electrophoresis, both of which were the most primitive DNA detection methods.

Micah was afraid of making mistakes and vigilantly tested a few more times.

While he was in the room carefully conducting the DNA test, Lyra, Malcolm, Keith and Chad, all stood by the door and waited nervously.

Although it was already in the early morning, no one dozed off but was anxious.

Micah personally did the test. This was the last chance and the most authoritative result. Everyone was apprehensive and every minute spent was a torment.

After another half an hour, the sound of the door handle turning cfrom the inside.

Micah finally finished the test and walked out with a steady pace.

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