After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 415 Someone is self-harming

In a tense atmosphere, the doctor finally spoke up.

"Miss Lloyd's progesterone is elevated again. Has she been emotionally unstable lately? Are you often

angry or sad and depressed?"

Lyra bowed her head and didn't answer.

There should be no hiding in front of the doctor.

Malcolm held Lyra's hand tightly and answered for her, "Yes, there has been some unhappiness in the

family lately. Her mood has not been stable and she doesn't seem to be able to control her emotions

much lately. Last night it was the most obvious, because I wouldn't let her eat orange and she bit me."

When he said these, his tone was low as if he was a little sad.

"You're mad about not eating orange?" The doctor laughed.

Lyra hurriedly explained, "Because I have always bad appetite and vomit gastric acid sometimes. I feel

my mouth bitter. Finally I can have my favorite fruit, but he controls me! Can't even eat one more! It

makes me very aggrieved!"

The more she said, the tighter her eyebrows wrinkled. Finally, she simply forced Malcolm's hand loose,

and sulked again.

Malcolm had no idea what to say.

The doctor laughed and felt envious, "Mr. Malcolm and Miss Lloyd, you two get along very well. It's so

funny!"

Lyra was serious as she continued to explain, "Although I was angry last night, I don't think I was angry

enough to really bite him hard. I just couldn't seem to really control my emotions."

The doctor took all the test results and looked at them carefully two more times.

"Miss Lloyd, it's your first time to be pregnant. And twins will make you more tired. Maybe when you

see Mr. Malcolm gets nothing to worry about, you're stressed out. This is why you find it difficult to

control your emotions and use Mr. Malcolm as a punching bag."

"Mr. Malcolm, you have to take care of Miss Lloyd's mood and keep her happy. Basically it can return to

normal. Miss Lloyd's body is basically normal. There is no big problem."

With what the doctor said, both of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm.

Coming out of the hospital, Malcolm carried Lyra carefully to the car and thought carefully about the

solution.

"Rara, you are carrying the babies so hard, but I can't help you. You suffered it alone alone and I didn't

do enough thoughtfully. In the future, if you find it difficult, let me accompany you!"

Lyra raised an eyebrow in amusement, "How to?"

"For example, if you are nauseous from pregnancy, you can pinch my flesh! When you're upset and

want to vent out, you can pinch my flesh too! In that way I'm not just doing nothing."

"Will it really work?" Lyra wrinkled her brows and looked at him questioningly.

Malcolm grabbed her hand and lowered it down. Through his jacket, he took her right right to his skin,

"You'll know if you try."

Her gaze was sly. She smiled evilly and her fingertips gently caressed his waist. Then she pinched his

soft flesh.

Malcolm's brows furrowed. His thin lips pursed tightly, digesting the pain for a while before asking

expectantly.

"With my accompany, do you feel better?"

Lyra seriously felt it, "Well, much better!"

But within two seconds, her expression once again went down, allowing him to rub his side, "But,

seeing you in pain, I feel heartbroken again."

With her heartfelt words, Malcolm was satisfied.

"It doesn't hurt. You can rest assured that my skin is thick!"

Despite these words, Lyra did not bully him any more, "I will keep my emotions under control. Besides,

now that the day is getting better, I have nothing to be unhappy about."

Malcolm gazed into her smiling eyes, knowing that she still couldn't let go of Collin, but didn't say

anything.

The two soon went back to Lyre Spiti.

Yesterday afternoon, Lyra signed the succession with Harvey and suddenly had a lot of things to deal

with.

As soon as she got back, she went into her study and telecommuted.

Malcolm brought a small bench and sat next to her. From time to time, when she felt tired, he would

massage her back and shoulder. When she was thirsty, he would help her prepare water and fruit.

In his free time, he was also busy with the work of White Corp.

Throughout the process, neither of them spoke first, but worked in tandem.

Even if there was only an expression in Lyra's eyes, Malcolm could be the first to understand what she

wanted.

The afternoon passed quickly.

When it was mealtime, Lyre Spiti got guests again.

This time it was Kathleen.

Lyra had nothing against her and wanted to let her in, but she insisted on just standing in front of the

villa.

Noticing that her eyes were red, like she had cried a lot these days, Lyra was a little distressed, but

could probably guess the purpose of her trip.

"If you're here for Collin, then there's no need to ask."

Kathleen's tears immediately fell down. She quietly held Lyra's hand, and sobbed, "Lyra, can you go

back with me? Collin is in a very bad condition. The day before yesterday, he stood in the rain all night.

He has a fever."

"But he refuses to see a doctor or take medicine. He's stubborn. In the past two days, he always did

some self-harm and self-mutilation behavior. I really can not stand."

Lyra frowned and looked back at Malcolm who was beside her, asking in confusion, "He hurt himself?

What do you mean?"

Kathleen just cried and didn't explain, but continued, "He doesn't know I'm coming over. I come to you

on my own. I'm not here to ask you to forgive him. I just want you to come back with me for a visit,

please ..."

She was crying too much. Lyra remembered that Kathleen used to protect her, so she decided to go

back with her.

The Lloyd Manor at Anning Hill.

Lyra had just reached the door when she heard the sharp and vicious sound of whipping coming from

inside, mixed with Collin's occasional muffled intake of breath, which was a little appalling.

She opened the door of the ancestral hall slightly, through which she saw he kneeling in front of the

ancestral tablet with his back to her.

Collin wore only a white shirt, and the blood marks from the whip on his back were clear and obvious.

He was feverish. Because of kneeling and the whip, his body was a little shaky, but his back was

always straight.

Lyra looked at him for a while, quickly suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, and carefully closed

the door of the hall.

Kathleen was beside her, sighing incessantly and explaining in a whisper, "The day before yesterday,

when he came back from Lyre Spiti, he was like possessed. At dinner time, he went to the hall on his

knees, received twenty lashes, and then recited Buddhist Scriptures until he finished. And he continues

next day."

She listened to her quietly, never saying a word.

"Lyra, it's only been two days. He's covered in wounds and just won't let go of himself. Can you help

me persuade him? Even a word of persuasion will be good!"

Kathleen held her hand tightly, and her eyes were full of anticipation.

Lyra froze, not answering.

Soon the sound of the whip in the hall stopped, and within a minute the sound of Collin reciting the

Buddhist Scriptures was heard again.

His voice was dry and slightly hoarse.

Obviously it wasn't done on purpose to get her to come over tonight.

Lyra was silent for a long time, listening quietly to Collin's chanting for a while.

She found he was reading attentively, and despite occasional interruptions of a few seconds with Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

labored inhalation, the overall tone of his voice was smooth and he was clearly at peace with himself.

In the face of Kathleen's watery eyes with expectation, Lyra looked indifferent and finally spoke.