After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 414 Her heart is black

Countryside.

Ethel had a splitting headache and woke up from her daze.

In this coma, she had a long dream in which Reginald was not yet in a wheelchair and was still young.

He let her ride on his shoulders and took her out to the amusement park, telling everyone in no

uncertain terms that Ethel was Reginald's youngest and most beloved daughter.

They had a great time and her dreams were all about laughter.

But ...

Her vision gradually cleared and what came into view was the beams of a simple house in the

countryside with a dim lamp over it.

No Reginald, no amusement park, there was just endless torture ahead.

Her dream was shattered and she was completely awake.

Reginald would never wake up. She made Claudia push him down, and even if he lived, there was no

way he would want to disclose her identity.

After all, it was a dream.

She laughed, which was a mocking for herself.

Cerys was sitting right next to her, leisurely crossing his legs and having snacks again.

"You're awake? With the doctor, there's really a huge difference. But your body is too weak. You don't

even survive one day. There will be years and years waiting for you. You'll have to suffer!"

Cerys spat out the seed shell and sighed repeatedly, but had nothing good to say.

Ethel wanted to speak. As she opened her mouth, she found that her voice was too hoarse to make a

sound, and it hurt when she swallowed. She still had an intravenous drip, and her whole body was

medicated and bandaged.

She was heartened.

Lyra found someone to heal her. Was this a sign of being softhearted? Was she going to let her go?

Cerys saw the elation on her face, but what she said would instantly shatter her delusions.

"Since you're awake, get up. You've been sleeping all day. It's already night. It's time to go to the

courtyard and kneel!"

She had just woken up and her voice was hoarse, and she had to read the Buddhist Scriptures?

As Cerys prepared to turn and walk out the door, Ethel lunged forward, grabbed her hand, and then

pointed at her throat.

Cerys quickly understood what she meant and said nonchalantly, "Miss Lyra said, if your voice doesn't

work, your hands always work. Just kneel down and copy. The rules remain the same."

Ethel was confused.

Copy?

It had 5 million words!

She could not finish copying it one night even if her hand was broken!

Cerys noticed her stunned and angry expression and got a little annoyed, "Hurry up! Don't dawdle!"

Ethel did not move. She just woke up from a coma and was dizzy. The fever seemed to have not

completely gone down. And her left hand was hanging from an infusion bottle. If she had to kneel

overnight, she would faint again.

If this went on, her body would not be able to bear it!

She lowered her eyes and mulled it over for a while.

Cerys walked out of the door, looked back and found her still laying on the bed. Then she completely

annoyed.

She angrily stepped forward, grabbed Ethel's slim wrist, decisively removed her drip, and pulled her off

the bed without mercy.

Ethel fell to the ground on her knees, which was extremely painful. However, she was unable to cry out

in pain.

Cerys watched her expression and was hardhearted.

"Ethel, you can't stand this little torture now? When you tried to get Miss Lyra killed several times

before, why didn't you think this day will come?"

"All these sufferings are the sins you once committed! It is a sin that you should atone for! You aren't

qualified to resist."

Ethel listened to her quietly and soon stopped struggling, allowing Cerys to take her out of the room

and throw her out into the yard.

Under Twelve's supervision, she began transcribing from the first sentence of the Buddhist Scriptures.

...

Ethel's lips were bloodless, and her face looked sickly and weak.

She wrote until dawn, when the rooster crowed in the house, she was not able to finish copying a tenth

of it.

It wasn't long before Keagan Campos, Cerys' son from a previous outing, returned.

The man was tanned, sturdy, young-looking, simple and honest.

Seeing the strange young woman who was kneeling in the courtyard and copying a book, his whole

body froze in place.

Ethel's features were exquisite and beautiful. Without make-up, she looked pure and moving.

Especially when she was now very weak, it made him have a strong desire to protect her.

Noticing someone standing and looking at herself, Ethel stopped writing and quietly glanced at him.

Her bright eyes, which were with light, were charming and pitiful.

With a glance at each other, Keagan seemed to have the urge to find his love.

"Ahem! Write, write until dinner time."

It wasn't until Fifteen deliberately coughed that they ended their glances at each other.

Keagan didn't dare say anything and quickly walked around Fifteen and went inside to find his mother

Cerys.

Cerys had just gotten up when Keagan came up to her ear and asked in a whisper, "Mom, who is that

girl in the courtyard? She looks so beautiful and young. What mistake did she make that they have to

do this to her?"

"Are you fancying her?" Cerys knew her son too well.

Keagan scratched his head in embarrassment and smiled honestly, "She is good looking. I wish she

could be my wife!"

Cerys was so angry by his words that she slapped him hard on the head.

"Stupid! Don't ever think about her again! She's a demon! Her heart is black! And she's Mr. Reginald's

daughter! Don't even think about her for the rest of your life!"

Keagan, who always listened to his mother, agreed obediently, "Yes, yes! I won't!"

When he came out of the room, he still couldn't resist taking a few more glances at Ethel who was in

the courtyard.

He did not know why his mother scolded her in this way, but there must be some senses. Ethel's face

was really beautiful. It was not a crime to look at her, right?

Ethel noticed his gaze again and deliberately smiled at him, which was sweet, soft and innocent.

Keagan's face blushed instantly and he dared not look at her again. Lowering his eyes, he slipped

away to the kitchen.

Fifteen watched their interaction and warned her in a cold voice, "I advise you not to evolve any ideas.

Twelve and I will keep a firm eye on you!"

Ethel obediently withdrew her gaze and shook her head desperately, as if she was really scared.

Fifteen was too lazy to watch her act, and walked over and took the Buddhist Scriptures and the Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

transcript from the small table in front of her and let her go to eat.

...

After 9:00 am.

Malcolm took a full-time driver and went downtown with Lyra to Hopevale General Hospital.

The babies were nine weeks old, and as the pregnancy got longer, Lyra's body had some small

abnormalities that seem to be gradually manifesting themselves.

Malcolm sat in the waiting room, anxiously waiting for the results. He was so nervous that he had

nowhere to put his hands and his whole body was restless.

If Rara and the babies, indeed, had suffered any negative effects because of the virus in his body

before, then he would feel he was simply wrong and guilty!

He was so nervous that he kept swallowing and he couldn't sit still.

After another ten minutes, a nurse was the first to open the door and come out.

Seeing Malcolm who was in the waiting room, she called out, "Mr. Malcolm, we have got Miss Lloyd's

test results. Please come along and take a look!"

Malcolm immediately got up and walked in quickly. Lyra had been helped off the examination bed by

the nurse and was sitting across from the doctor's desk with a very serious face.

The gynecologist across the room looked serious.

Malcolm immediately went to the seat next to Lyra, holding her hand in his slightly shaking fingertips,

and listened with her as the doctor pronounced the results.