After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 338 The reason of Malcolm's blindness

Lyra didn't care too much and quickly laid down on the bed.

Within minutes, she fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, afternoon time in Crana.

After several days of targeted medication, Micah opened the curtains in the master bedroom and

turned back to ask Malcolm, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"How are you feeling? Can you see some objects?"

Malcolm's dark eyes rolled, groping aimlessly in the darkness. Then he shook his head.

Keith, who was standing aside, was unwilling to give up, "You can feel it again. You really can not even

feel a little light?"

Malcolm shook his head again, lowered his eyes, and stopped struggling.

"Micah, what should we do? How about have a surgery?"

Micah's expression was serious, "His condition is different from the normal blindness."

He pondered for a moment before continuing, "Take another trip to the lab and do a full body test on

him. I need to see how the virus has spread so I can decide on his treatment later."

"Go to the lab?" Keith became serious as well.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the gate outside the garden, "Collin just

left Suham yesterday on an errand. He won't be back for a couple of days. Now there are many people

being ambushed everywhere out there. Is this too risky for us?"

Micah was silent.

The room was in a long time silence.

In the end, it was Malcolm who made the decision, "Go to lab. Even if I continue to hide in the house,

they will find an opportunity to find out the fact. Instead of being passive, it is better to cure my eye

early and turn into the initiative."

He didn't know what was going on lately. He always felt panicky and felt like something bad was going

to happen on Lyra.

It'd been almost a week since he had not seen Rara. He missed her so much that he was going crazy!

He wanted to hurry to heal his eyes, regain his vision, and go to European Swye to find Rara!

Since Malcolm had made the decision, Keith can only agree, "Then it's better to wait until night. So it's

not easy to attract attention. And it's too conspicuous during the day."

It was mainly because it was a five or six minute walk from Lyre Spiti to the garage at the front door

and they had walked through winding alleyways. And Ryan's men kept an eye on them vigilantly.

Malcolm could not see and walk such a long distance. He always had a difference from a normal

person.

In winter, it always got dark fast.

By 7 p.m., the sky was dark.

The snowflakes were falling down slowly. It didn't take long to turn the roof top of the White Manor into

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In the bedroom, Keith tossed Malcolm his sable coat and told him to be clad in armour.

To reduce the sense of purpose, Micah and Keith led Malcolm out from the back door of the villa alone.

However, before they could walk into the garage, the news had already been sent back to Ryan.

Ryan rose to his feet, "Are you sure they're right and it's really Malcolm?"

A bodyguard replied him respectfully: "Three people just went out of the back door of Mr. Malcolm's

villa. Two of the men are identified as Mach Lloyd and Keith Lloyd of the Lloyd family. The other one is

supported by Keith Lloyd. That man is wearing a mask and sunglasses. They were walking fast. From

his figure, he looks like Mr. Malcolm."

"Anyway, it must be Malcolm. He can be taken out by Micah and Keith!"

Ryan was overjoyed, "Contact Shane. Tell him Malcolm is out the door. His people should keep an eye

on them later."

...

More than ten minutes later, Micah, who was driving against the wind and snow, arrived at the lab as

fast as he could.

Jimmy was still on duty and performed a blood test on Malcolm.

After the lab results came out, Micah read the lab report in his hand with no expression.

Keith was startled by his serious expression, "Micah, say something. What are the results of Malcolm's

test?"

Malcolm sat quietly on the bed, also waiting for Micah to speak.

Micah stared intently at the report, and only after a long time did he say in a cold tone, "The medication

I prescribed during this time is suitable. The spreading speed of the virus has slowed down a lot, but I

need to take another photo of his brain."

"It's a good news. But, Micah, why are there no expressions on your face?"

Micah didn't answer, turned his head and went out to Jimmy to get a photo of Malcolm's brain.

Keith looked at his indifferent back and shook his head helplessly, "I really don't know which woman will

make you put down you cold gesture in the future."

Micah, who had just walked out of the room, heard him word for word and gave a slight pause in his

steps.

The persistent woman had made numerous confessions to him over the past six months, and he hadn't

seen her for almost a week because of Malcolm's matter.

She should have given up and gone back to Frayton.

Micah lowered his head. His eyes were clear and cold. Then he quickly withdrew his thoughts and

walked out in stride.

Another half hour later.

Micah returned with Malcolm's brain CT.

"His blindness is caused by the failure of the blue potion. It accelerates the spread of the virus and

causes a tumor to grow in his head. And it compress the central nerves."

"A brain tumor?"

Keith was stunned. He didn't know much about the medical things, but he did know that nothing good

could come from a tumor.

He subconsciously glanced at Malcolm who was in the bed.

Malcolm kept his head down, with his eyelashes fluttering. And he was not too expressive.

Micah continued, "It's benign. Just a small tumor that can be surgically removed. His eyes will basically

healed after surgery and with medication."

After listening carefully to his words, Keith was relieved: "Micah, can you finish your words at once next

time? It scares the hell out of me."

Getting this best result, Malcolm finally smiled, "It seems that doctors like to scare their patients."

Micah ignored the two men's jokes and stood in front of the bedside table to sort through Malcolm's

reports, and speak quietly to arrange something.

"The surgery is recommended as soon as possible. Tomorrow afternoon, you need to send him to the

Hopevale General Hospital downtown. I will go there in advance to prepare. The surgery will be carried

out secretly."

Keith nodded, "Great."

By the time they got out of the lab, it was close to 10:00 pm.

Outside, the snow was getting heavier and heavier. Micah held up an umbrella, blocking the wind and

snow. And Keith helped Malcolm walk.

The trio made their way toward the open parking lot outside the lab.

With a whoosh, a snowball suddenly flew over from the back side and straight towards the back of

Malcolm's head.

Micah was keenly aware of it and used the black umbrella in his hand to block it in time.

"Who? Hurting people behind their back? Do you want to die?" The first one to speak was Keith. His

eyes narrowed and his low voice was with killing intent.

A young couple stepped out of a black van in the back.

The girl jogged over and bowed to apologize, "Sorry, we were just having a snowball fight. I

accidentally hurt you guys. Is this gentleman okay?"

She said as she walked tentatively toward Malcolm.

Micah quickly blocked her view, "He's fine."

Keith didn't believe it at all and sneered, "This is the entrance to the lab. Playing games here in the

middle of the night? Whom are you fooling with?"