The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 127 One night of love is worth a hundred of friendship

Lyra listened to the low growl inside and her palms clenched tighter and tighter.

But when she looked at Eleven, her face was still cold and cruel, "Do you think I have gone too far?"

Eleven knelt down on the spot, "I don't mean that. Miss, you were drugged last night. Today you want

to return that pain, and it is right, but I know you don't really want to get Mr. Freeman killed."

Hearing him say this, Lyra felt much better.

She thought about it and looked to Seventeen, "Go to the Freeman Manor and bring Fiona here. Move

fast."

"Yes, Miss."

Seventeen set off quickly.

The rest of the group was still listening to the sound in the basemen. The low growl and struggle were

getting stronger and stronger. It seemed that he was on the verge of despair.

Even a few of the taller and larger bodyguards could barely listen to it, and even felt that it was a brutal

auditory torture for them as well.

After another ten minutes, Lyra finally spoke up.

"Open the door and go get a bucket of ice water in the fridge. Bring it over to help him get rid of the

fire."

The bodyguards first froze, then obediently followed Lyra's instructions and went to fetch some ice and

a bucket of water.

"Squeak."

The door of the basement opened. Light penetrated through, and that light pulled Melvin's shadow in

the middle long and narrow.

Melvin was lying on the floor curled up, just like a baby in its mother's womb.

The floor beneath him was soaked with sweat and his hair was wet with sweat as well, drooping in front

of his forehead. He was like a big helpless and pitiful dog after being injured.

His entire body had run out of strength because of struggling for an hour. Still, he can not help but

shake very fiercely and his face was so red that frightened them.

Feeling the blinding light shining on his eyelids, he struggled to raise his eyes.

In the blur, he saw a slender and familiar figure in the backlight.

He didn't think too much. His hands were shaking and eager to reach out to the figure. "Lyra ... me, I'm

feeling so ... terrible... " said Melvin with hoarse voice.

Last night, he caused her to be drugged so hard and he was very heartbroken for that.

Today, he got his retribution. Would she feel better?

Wouldn't it offset a little of the disgust she felt for him in her heart?

His hands shook fiercely, but still, he stubbornly wanted to touch the figure. Obviously, it seemed very

close. He thought he could touch her as long as he reached out his hands.

But it felt very far away, like the distance between the two, which could not be surmounted.

Because of the backlight, he could not see Lyra's expression, but could feel the coldness from her

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The intense coldness made his heart throb violently, a hundred times harder than when the drug kicked

in.

Lyra just watched him quietly, from a distance, without moving.

Noticing that Melvin hadn't taken his eyes off her since he opened them, her eyes moved slightly, but

she said nothing.

And Melvin was still waiting, waiting for her to say even a word with a hint of pity.

However, what he waited for was the ice water that Eighteen poured over his head.

His original hot body simply can not withstand the sudden huge temperature difference. He was poured

by this bucket of ice water. And the coldness seemed to penetrate into his bones. His whole body

shivered even more, and teeth clacked. He couldn't control his consciousness and began to feel

drowsy.

"Eighteen, who told you to pour it directly on his head!"

Lyra's grip on the arm of her chair tightened violently.

"Ah? Didn't Miss originally...wasn't that what you ordered?!"

Eighteen was dumbfounded by her fierceness. His hands shook and the rest of the water was

accidentally poured all at once on Melvin.

The tremendous shock caused Melvin to choke violently.

The heart-rending cough echoed in the basement, as if his lungs were going to be coughed out,

sounding very appalling.

Lyra was about to go mad at Eighteen's bungling, and was just about to get up to check on Melvin

when a woman's scream suddenly came from behind her.

"Ah! Melvin! My Melvin!"

At the sound of this voice, Lyra's original grip on the armrest loosened.

She sat back firmly in her chair, and her face returned to its usual cool arrogance.

Fiona was still in a cast, lying in a private room at the Freeman Manor.

When Seventeen came to the door, his face looked very bad. Fiona knew it wouldn't be a good thing

when she guessed it, and she pretended to be wretched and didn't want to come.

In the end, Seventeen dragged her over.

Once she saw her son, who was tortured and dying in the basement, Fiona couldn't be bothered to

pretend to be lame, and ran as fast as she could with her leg in a cast on the floor.

She fell down beside Melvin, feeling her son's body so cold that there was no warmth. And his body

was shaking uncontrollably. She panicked.

"Where's the doctor? You guys go get a doctor! My son is going to die! He can't die. He can't die!"

Fiona had been proud for most of her life, but for the first time, she cried out in front of Lyra, "Lyra, I beg

you! You can save him. He did nothing wrong. Why do you have to do this to him! People say that one

night of love is worth a hundred of friendship. Why do you have to be so cruel?"

One night of love?

Lyra sneered, "Over the past three years after I married into the Freeman family, I had not felt any bit of

kindness. People even say that a daughter-in-law is half a daughter, but not only do you not treat me as

a daughter, you even say that I am worse than your pet dog. Now you see your most precious son

being tortured by the woman you despise the most. How do you feel?"

Fiona froze for two seconds and suddenly cried out in despair.

"I'm having a hard time! It's so hard my heart is breaking. It's my fault. I'm the one who's mean to you,

but my son is right. Please save him! Please, Lyra!"

Lyra sighed and said there was nothing she could do, "I can't save him. Only you can save him."

Fiona stopped crying and froze for a few seconds, "What does that mean?"

"Melvin ended up where he is today because he used what you gave him and put it in my coffee. You

..."

Not waiting for her to finish, Fiona panicked and shouted, "No! It has nothing to do with him! He refused

when I suggested it to him. I slipped it to him when he wasn't looking! It's really nothing to do with him.

He didn't know! It's true!"

"Oh? Is that right?"

Lyra got up, walked to Fiona's feet, looked at her in a condescending manner and asked, "And who

gave you the drug? Who helped you think of a way to pretend to be sick?"

Fiona was stunned and did not answer.

Lyra laughed: "With your IQ, the most you can think of is to knock me out. The person who instigated

you to make so many things happen is reaping the advantages. You are being used without even

knowing. You're really stupid."

It was the first time that Fiona had ever been rebuked like that, but this time she felt that Lyra was right.

"Yes, I'm really being used! It was that old Wesley who said that if he could get Melvin and you together

again, the Freeman family would go back to the way it used to be. I should never have believed him!"

Wesley?

Sure enough. It was hat old fox.

He was old enough but still used these dirty tricks. It was really shameless to the extreme.

Fiona was still crying as she hugged Melvin, "Ooh Lyra, he's getting colder and colder. You have to

save him! He's my heart. He can't be okay!"