The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 238 Rara and Mr. Malcolm put on a bittersweet show

Lyra's face turned pale with fear when she heard Collin's roar.

It was screwed! She should have controlled herself!

This was going to screw up!

Malcolm did not say a word. His posture was upright and proud. He was not afraid at all, and there was

a few unrepentant arrogance.

He looked like this, and in Collin's eyes it was provocative.

Collin was furious and made a move to pull the trigger.

"No, no, no! Collin, you're mistaken! It was me, I I...I slept with him!"

Lyra shivered her lips in embarrassment.

Malcolm's life was more important than her, of course!

Collin: "?"

"If you don't believe me, you can look at his neck. It was me...who didn't hold back ..."

The more she said, the smaller her voice became, covering her cheeks in shame with hands. Her

whole face and neck were burning hot.

Collin, full of suspicion, with gun still in hand, slowly approached Malcolm.

Malcolm didn't move, letting him lift the woolen scarf.

The deep red hickeys all over his neck froze Collin in his tracks.

His sister was too brave.

The air was instantly quiet and the atmosphere was a bit eerie.

Lyra covered her face tightly. The atmosphere was so awkward that she wanted to leave immediately.

Now, not only did Chad and Collin know about her affair in the hospital, but even her sister-in-law knew

about it!

Ahhhhh! She felt extremely embarrassed!

She was frantic inside when her right ear was suddenly twisted viciously by a pair of large hands.

The force was so heavy that she felt her brother wanted to rip her ears off.

"Hiss! It hurts! Collin, we're in outside!" Mel and Chad are both still looking at the, "You can at least

save me some face ..."

Collin's lungs were about to explode, "Well done Lyra. You did me proud.

"No need for praise. I'm modest!" if he was able to punch her lightly.

"Heh, and you dare to joke about it?"

Collin's eyes were tinged with danger, and his big hands let go of her ears and turned to hold her by the

back of the neck.

"Go home! Now take the last three minutes of silence tribute for yourself!"

Lyra covered her face. She wanted to cry but had no tears.

Collin was so angry. She had to be beaten up when she went home, right?

Collin was full of cold air, turned around and headed for the car, carrying her wrist but was clutched

from behind.

Malcolm narrowed his dark eyes, which was cold, "Mr. Collin, Rara is an adult. She has the right to

choose what she wants to do. And she is my fiancée. There is nothing wrong with what she does."

"I discipline my sister. No need for outsiders to interfere!"

Collin stared at him, coldly sarcastic, "I heard the White family's rules are strict, but I didn't expect to

raise such a scum who doesn't know how to behave himself. Don't think that because she protects you,

so I don't know you are luring her! I'll beat her first, and then I'll kill you!"

The two men looked at each other, as if there would a war.

Collin turned his head to leave, but Malcolm clutched his wrist tightly, not giving in.

Collin became furious and let go of Lyra and quickly pushed Malcolm with his hand.

Malcolm didn't fight back and was hit just on the chest.

Malcolm grunted and stumbled back several steps. His face was pale and his chest was in severe pain.

Collin's slap had also touched his gunshot wound.

A blood sweetness came up. He tried to swallow back, but could not hold back. The crimson blood

drowned out along his lips.

"Mel!"

Lyra immediately rushed up to hold him. Seeing him spitting blood, she knew that Collin just hit him

heavily. She felt heartbroken and her eyes were red.

"Collin! He was shot yesterday. He's badly injured. Just got out of surgery. How can you hit him!?"

Collin looked at his hand, and then at Malcolm who was covered in cold sweat because of pain. He

looked so weak. Obviously he was not faking, so Collin was a little guilty, "I thought he would fight back

..."

He knew that Malcolm was not a bad fighter and that he could fight back and forth with him, but who

knew that Malcolm would not even dodge this time.

After the pain was over, Malcolm took Lyra into his arms and held his breath, "Mr. Collin, I am Rara's

fianc., I'll receive your punishment for her. Is this slap enough? If not, you can beat my legs."

"No! Mel..." Lyra's tears flew down, raising her face to look at him with distress.

His lips curled up in a miserable smile. His fingertips trembled lightly to stroke away the tears on her

face.

It really hurt. He can't hold on much longer.

"Rara, hug me..."

Lyra reached out to wrap her arms around him, and he arched his back, shrinking weakly into her

arms, resting on her slender shoulders and quietly adjusting his breathing.

Collin stared blankly at the two who were showing their love. Their expressions were still deep.

But his own sister was made to cry and he didn't say anything for a while.

Kathleen sighed slightly and stepped forward to say, "Well, it's a modern world. Since they are

engaged, sleeping or not sleeping is so important? Malcolm is willing to suffer for her. It is quite rare.

You should not interfere."

Collin was speechless.

He turned his head to look at his wife. How came she didn't support him?

He become the only bad guy here?

He looked again at his sister and Malcolm . Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

One cried terribly, and the other hurt even more terribly.

Why did it seem like a bitter drama of him beating up the lovebirds?

And he was the villain ...

Collin let out a long sigh, "Forget it this time. It just so happens that he's injured, so you both behave

yourselves during this time. You hear me?"

"Got it." Lyra's face was up with grievance.

Collin softened his tone, "You take him back to see if the wound is open, but no overnight stays at the

White Manor. You have to go home, okay?"

Lyra was happy. Her tears were not in vain, "Thank you Collin."

"Hmm."

Collin withdrew his eyes and turned to leave.

Kathleen rushed to Lyra, whispered, "Collin is just stubborn. He cares about you. Don't be angry with

him."

"Let's go!"

Collin's disgruntled voice came from the front.

"Coming!"

Kathleen gave Lyra a reassuring pat on the shoulder and an approving glance at Malcolm before

jogging back to Collin's side.

Once their car was completely gone, Lyra immediately checked on Malcolm's condition.

"Does it hurt a lot? Can you still walk? Or should I let Chad carry you to the car?"

Chad nodded furiously. His heart had long been anxious!

Jimmy just said he can not be injured again. They were just out of the laboratory. His boss was beaten

up again?

He immediately stepped forward. His shoulders were ready.

Malcolm ignored him and cunningly looked at Lyra with his pale face, "In fact, just when your brother hit

me, I quietly retreated a little. Not seriously injured. I acted. Don't worry."

"Really? Don't you lie to me."

"To lie to you is to be a dog."

Lyra snickered, "Then you'll have to be called a puppy from now on"