After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 376 Micah's devilish experience begins

Malcolm calmed himself down before he picked up the last glass of wine and faced Keith, "Mr. Keith,

you took care of me and was beaten up by me instead, this glass of wine is considered as an apology

to you!"

Keith nodded and looked calm as if he said, "I'm magnanimous and won't care about that."

Malcolm decisively finished the last glass of wine.

This cup was unexpectedly sweet.

There was no discomfort, and it was a light and fruity wine.

Malcolm, who was slightly startled, glanced at Keith and seemed to understand what they were trying

to do.

Pain, suffering, struggle, uncertainty, once they passed the most difficult hurdle, the future days were

sweet and beautiful.

In addition to this meaning, there was also the meaning of warning.

If he dared to treat Rara badly in the future, they didn't mind making him experience the pain all over

again.

If he loved their baby sister, his days would be comfortable.

Malcolm, who quickly thought about it, looked at the three men across the table with a few moments of

gratitude in his eyes, "You have been very kind to Rara, and I, Malcolm, will never fail you."

"Rara, will be my only love!"

His gaze was sincere and his eyes were extraordinarily firm when he said this.

Collin nodded with reluctant satisfaction and gave an arrogant hum, "Remember the promise you gave

me. If you break your oath and make Rara sad once more in the future, I'll kill you!"

This meant that he basically accepted Malcolm.

It also meant that Malcolm sort of passed the test.

Lyra sighed with relief and looked again at Micah, who had been silent.

Micah had no intention of taking a stand. Obviously, he was not fully satisfied.

"Micah? You're not going to say anything?"

Lyra took it upon herself to remind him, winking at him.

He had passed Collin's test. Shouldn't Micah give Malcolm an out?

Micah was oblivious to her squinting and looked cold and unmoving.

He stood up, straightened the hem of his coat, and spoke in a light tone, "Now that the wine is finished,

I hope Mr. Malcolm come with me."

Malcolm did not hesitate and immediately followed him upstairs, followed by Collin and Keith.

Lyra was speechless. Micah was really ruthless to let Malcolm overcome all the difficulties in the way!

Did he have to pass all before letting him go?

She hurriedly got up and was about to follow, but was pulled by Kathleen, "Don't panic. Sit here with

me for a while. Let them settle their affairs themselves!"

Lyra said anxiously, "My brothers are not trying to beat him up, are they? They know martial arts and

will beat him hard. What if Malcolm gets beaten up ... no no no! I have to go check it out!"

"Listen, even if they really beat him up, they can't be cruel. They can't let the two little nephews' dad

become disabled in the future! You just sit at ease. It will be fine!"

Kathleen painstakingly and gently persuaded her.

Having heard that, Lyra was not less worried.

She would be very upset and heartbroken if her brothers really beat Malcolm.

Malcolm had been so good lately that even she can't beat him up, so how can her brothers beat him

up!?

Her palms were sweating with worry, and she kept stamping her feet, waiting impatiently.

...

Malcolm was taken to Micah's childhood bedroom in the villa.

That room had been remodeled. He put all the professional medical equipment and surgical knives of

various colors on the table.

On the walls, diagrams of various human organs were posted.

As soon as he entered, he felt a little bit frightened.

Malcolm, who had experienced a lot, swallowed hard.

Micah wanted to dissect him?

Micah wanted him experience the fear of hovering on the edge of death without anesthesia?

He was mulling it over when Micah finally spoke up.

"You let Rara carry the babies accidentally. It is your inadequate safety measures. This is obviously

your fault, but in the future the pain of childbirth will have to be borne by Rara alone. As a punishment

for your lack of caution, tonight I will take you to experience the tenth level of childbirth."

When he finished, Keith stepped forward and helped lift the white cloth from the seat.

Next to the seat, Micah had the analgesic apparatus sent over from the downtown hospital on a special

fast track.

"If you refuse now, or even if you're in the middle of the experience and want to request to withdraw,

that's fine, I respect your choice."

Micah's cold eyes held a hint of sarcasm at the bottom.

Malcolm looked at him and his deep, quiet and dark eyes were without a trace of timidity, "I do, and will

not quit."

"Think carefully. This is only the middle link. There are surprises waiting for you later."

Malcolm looked determined and he nodded without hesitation, "No problem, I'll take it all."

"Great, I hope you'll still be so tough later. Please take a seat." Micah looked at him

He consciously went over and sat down, and Micah helped him load the analgesic apparatus in his

hands.

"Level 1 is equivalent to needle prick the back of the hand, mosquito bites. Level 4 pain is like an iron

cone stabbing thigh. For Mr. Malcolm who comes from the army, it should be very easy. Then we start

directly from level 5."

Micah finished. Without giving him a chance to react, he pressed the button directly on the machine.

The pain came without warning. Malcolm instantly furrowed his eyebrows. His hands gripped the

armrests to bear it without a word.

Micah saw that he was getting used to it and continued to add to it.

At level 7, this persistent pain would gradually spread to all the limbs. And there was no place in the

body that was not painful.

The veins on Malcolm's hands bulged. His fingertips were slightly shaking. His face was pale and there

was dense cold sweat on his forehead.

He clenched his teeth and still didn't make a sound.

Just then, Keith did as Micah told him and pushed the table in front of Malcolm.

Collin put a pen, a copybook, and a sheet of A4 paper on the table.

Malcolm raised his eyes while enduring the pain, and looked suspiciously at Micah who was next to

him.

Micah explained, "It's a famous online rule for being a good husband. I heard you can write extremely

well in pen, so I ask you to copy it word for word."

Malcolm looked at the paper.

[Wife is the God. Everything about her is priority.

Consciously wash and cook, clean the room, and never let the wife's delicate hands get a piece of

dust.

... should be attentive to take care of every little emotion of the wife, not to yell at her, not to mention

abusing her.]

The whole 50 articles, if he copied once, it was about 500 words.

Micah watched him and kindly reminded him, "If you can't do it, you can choose to give up." Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Malcolm immediately reached for the pen, implying that he accepted this.

When the pen was in his hand, his long fingertips were still shaking uncontrollably.

Micah explained the rules to him, "When a woman is in labor, she usually experiences two to three

hours or more of pain. Counting the time you just experienced, I'll give you a total of one and half of an

hour to copy this rule, and if you have a problem with it, you can protest."

Malcolm adjusted his breathing and struggled to speak, "I experienced the pain of childbirth for an hour

and a half, but in the future Rara will have to suffer twice as much as I did."

"I don't have any comments on this provision, I'll copy it."