After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 208 Starting to get your act together and dealing with the Freeman family

Seeing that she was crying too much, Keith also burst into tears, holding her tightly in his arms.

"Lyra, calm down. It's not your fault. You should not put all the blame on yourself. You were unaware.

You'll physically break down if you keep torturing yourself like this."

Lyra clutched his cuff, thinking about the nightmare of the day before the accident.

It was Melvin who was covered in blood, falling to his knees in despair in the fire.

She couldn't listen to Keith's words and couldn't stop the tears.

"Keith, I always thought he was the one who hijacked the plane to kill me. So I was at peace with

hating him and torturing him. I didn't listen to any explanations he said. The harm he did to me before

was just being cold and sarcastic. And the abuse I put on him was all real. It was all my fault. I was the

one who got him killed. I was the one who ..."

Keith cupped her tear-stained face and whispered gently to remind her over and over again.

"No Lyra, you're not wrong. You didn't get him killed. It was his choice. He's dead, but your life goes on.

You need to stop making yourself miserable!"

"But Keith ..."

She shrank into Keith's arms and sobbed.

"I also want to numb myself. I drank a lot of alcohol. I tried to forget these things, tried to find sanity, but

I can not do it! The more I drank, the more sober I was. What was in my mind was his wound and

bleeding. I, I ..."

She cried until she had a heart attack and suddenly passed out on the spot.

"Lyra!"

Keith was terrified and rushed to ask Eleven to get a doctor, then carried her out of the bathroom and

back to the third floor room.

Because the place was full of men. It was not convenient to change clothes for Lyra and clean her

body, so Keith asked Fifteen to pick Connie up to Seaside Villa.

A group of people surrounded Lyra, who was in a feverish coma, all day and all night, working

themselves to the bone.

The doctor came over and gave a fever shot, but Lyra's body was too weak. She had too many spirits

with an empty belly for three days, and her stomach was almost burning through. After two bottles of

nutrient solution, her body gradually recovered a little.

Followed by a bunch of treatment and a bunch of people who worked for two days and two nights, the

weak person on the bed finally woke up.

Lyra was splitting, and her first word upon awakening was still the same.

"Melvin ..."

Although her voice was muffled, Keith was sitting right next to her bed and listened to her.

He sighed softly and helped Lyra cool down the soup that was freshly made by Connie, "Lyra, forget

about him. I believe you'll meet a better and more loving man in the future."

Lyra gave him a shocked look and tried to retort, but her voice wouldn't come out.

In this society, people were realistic. How many people can do to give their lives for others?

It was unlikely that she would ever meet another man in her life who loved her like this.

There was a twinge of pain in the heart. Lyra clutched hard at the heart. It was so painful that her face

was distorted and cold sweat was breaking out.

Keith knew she couldn't accept it. He had no choice but to continue to persuade.

"You're still young. The future will get better and better. Don't think about these griefs anymore, okay?

Since you came back from his funeral, do you know how haggard you are these days? It makes me

heartbroken too."

"If Dad, Collin and Micah know about it, they'll be heartbroken too. If you don't think for yourself, you

always have to think for these loved ones who love you, right?"

Lyra tilted her face to the side, looking out the window and ignoring him.

"Here, Lyra, have a sip of the soup. Connie made this. It's delicious."

Keith passed a spoonful of soup to her mouth.

Lyra did not answer, and her lips were tightly pursed in a miserable pale and slightly dry way.

Knowing her stubborn nature, Keith sighed again and could only persuade her in a different way.

"Since you want to make up for him, you should get well sooner. He died. The Freeman family is left

with two women struggling to support each other. Although all the assets of his family are now in your

hands, Wesley will certainly try to trip them up. You have to help him settle down his family. "

There was a glimmer of light in Lyra's pupils finally.

Keith was elated and continued, "You need to get well soon and figure out the best solution. Don't you

think?"

She lowered her eyes and was lost in thought because of his words.

Keith hurriedly served her the soup again and coaxed gently, "So how about having the soup now? Get

well so you can deal with this."

This time, Lyra didn't refuse and drank the soup he handed over.

Keith was right. Fiona and Sheila were the only family Melvin had left in the world, and she must help

him deal with them in the future.

And there was a Freeman Group. She had no time and energy to take care of it, but she had to hand it

over to the Freeman family. And the person who took it must be someone she was trustworthy with.

However, Sheila's temperament, indeed was too undisciplined. It must be well honed.

She mulled it over, and after two days of recuperation, she was much better and her voice was

gradually recovering.

While lying in bed in the morning having the porridge, she called Nineteen into the room.

"You're looking for me, Miss?"

Lyra sipped her porridge with little expression on her face, "How's it going with Anthony?"

"I heard he is sent to High-order Prison. The sentence time is not known, but the position as the

director of Security Agency is certainly untenable. After all, he stole the laboratory's prohibited drugs. It

is not a trivial matter. And he injured Mr. Melvin of National Investigation Bureau..."

Lyra's hands that were holding the porridge paused.

Nineteen slapped his mouth in annoyance. Keith had instructed that Melvin's name should not be

mentioned in front of her these days.

Lyra restrained her emotions, stirred porridge, and spoke in a light tone, "What is the action from the

Callahan family?"

Nineteen: "Anthony is only the fourth son of the Callahan family. He's not able to get the power. And it

seems to have internal strife in his family and they don't have a plan to save him."

The Callahan family did not save him, then Anthony would live a miserable life.

However, he deserved it for hurting Melvin.

Lyra withdrew her thoughts and looked at Nineteen discreetly, "From today onwards, you are no longer

my bodyguard. You can leave."

Nineteen's whole body was trembling, "Miss, you don't want me? You still hate me about that ..."

"I don't hate you."

Lyra put the bowl on the bedside table. Her tone was always flat, "Now that he's killed the man in the

black. No one will threaten your life anymore. You can leave safely."

"But, Miss I ..." "I do want to follow you, even if it's just to watch you every day."

Before he had a chance to say those words, Lyra's eyes were icy cold, "Every time I see you, it reminds

me of his pain surrounded by fire. I would be so hard and suffocating, so it's best that you leave."

"I'm sorry about Mr. Melvin. I'm really sorry that you resent me and don't want to see me. I can

understand that."

He was red-eyed and very reluctant, "But can you let me be on duty for the last day today. I promise I

won't bother you again in the future."

It was just one day. Lyra didn't care.

"Okay."

Nineteen left depressingly.

Just as he left, Eleven hurried in, "Miss, your phone was recently muted and you didn't receive a call

from Miss Osborne. She just sent someone to say that Wesley has been making trouble at Freeman's

every day recently. He is yelling for you to hand over the right to run the Freeman's Group."

Lyra had little expression, as expected.

Melvin passed away and didn't make a will about the 45% shares he held. Wesley would certainly not

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