The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 205 Fiona has changed?

The rain was heavy and a bodyguard helped Fiona with an umbrella.

She walked aside alone to read the letter.

No one saw the shocked beyond words expression on her face.

She clutched the letter tightly. Her facial expression was very complicated. After she struggled

internally for a few minutes, she put away the envelope and walked back to Melvin's grave.

"Mom, what did he say?"

Fiona's face was lost in thought, ignoring her as if she couldn't even hear Sheila's question.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me! What did he say to you?"

Sheila reached for the envelope in her hand but was dodged. Sheila felt it strange and went to grab it.

Fiona, in her haste, directly crumpled the letter she had opened in front of all the people, shoved it into

her mouth and swallowed it.

"Mom, what are you doing!"

"Mrs. Freeman, you!"

Everyone was stunned by her behavior.

Fiona did not explain but rushed into the rain to hug Melvin's cold tombstone, crying hoarsely, "My son,

you are still so young! How can you leave me and your sister behind ..."

She howled and her voice was almost mute. The mourning on her face affected everyone and their

eyes turned red unconsciously.

As the wife of a wealthy family, she had always been a noblewoman. This was the first time that she

disregard her image, hugged the tombstone and cried in front of so many people, but no one thought

her behavior was inappropriate.

Even the behavior that she just swallowed a letter made it understandable. She lost her young and

beloved son who was the Freeman family's most promising person.

It was the sadness to the extreme!

Lyra watched her from afar. Except for her eyes were red, there was no tear on her eyes and her

expression was flat.

No one saw that her fingertips, which were hidden under Keith's jacket, were embedded hard into her

palm, as if her heart was too numb to feel the pain.

In the cemetery, Fiona was about to faint from crying. Fortunately, Sheila helped and persuaded her to

calm down gradually.

The funeral was finally over and the business partners, family and friends were leaving one after

another, all in a bad mood.

Some people lamented the untimely death of a business wizard.

Some people pitied that the Freeman family was left with two women. With Wesley who was covetous,

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When everyone had gone, Sheila helped Fiona out of the cemetery.

As soon as Sheila looked up, she saw Lyra who was under the tree, and her anger rose, "It's all

because of you. You harmed my brother! If it wasn't for you, how can he die? And now you have the

nerve to show up here!?"

Lyra did not retort, lowering her eyes.

Keith couldn't stand to see his sister suffering. His face was cold, "Keep your mouth shut. Lyra didn't

know about this, and it was your brother's decision."

"Didn't know?"

Sheila came forward and glared at Lyra, "she said she didn't know and she can get away with this? My

brother paid his life for her! But look at her! She has not even shed a single tear for him. She is a cold-

hearted and cold-blooded bitch ..."

"Sheila!"

Before the harsh words could be uttered, she was stopped by Fiona.

Sheila looked back at her mother incredulously, "Mom! She's the one who killed my brother! What's

wrong with me scolding her? Don't you hate her too!? What's wrong with you to speak up for her!?"

Lyra kept her head down and didn't retort a word.

With tears still on her face, Fiona slowly walked up to Lyra and bowed slightly.

Sheila was stunned, "Mom, do you know what you're doing!? How dare you bow down to her?!"

Fiona ignored her, but looked at Lyra and said in a heavy tone, "I apologize to you for my daughter's

words. She was too sad to speak out of turn. I hope you can forgive her."

Lyra was also a bit confused.

Fiona had always been mean to her. Why was there a difference today?

"Sheila is right. I'm responsible for his death. You don't hate me at all?"

Fiona's tears slipped down from her eyes. She smiled bitterly and wiped the tears away, "Mr. Lloyd is

right. Since Melvin chose this way, he must love you very much. I respect his decision."

The phrase "love you so much" made Lyra's heart ache fiercely and the tip of her nose was slightly

sour.

She clenched her palm to keep the tears from falling.

Fiona took out the letter with blank cover from her bag again and handed it to her, "He asked me to

give you this. Don't worry. I haven't read it."

Lyra's fingertips trembled lightly as she took it.

Fiona added: "Put it away for now. When you're back home, you can sit down and take your time."

Having said that, she and Sheila helped each other out of the cemetery.

Lyra carefully put the letter into her bag and waited for all the friends and relatives who came to the

cemetery to leave before she slowly stepped into the cemetery and walked up to Melvin's headstone.

There was a small photo on the headstone.

Under the heavy rain, the photo was also stained with water.

But Lyra still immediately recognized the unmistakable familiar and cold and indifferent handsome face.

It was Melvin.

She rummaged through the phone in the villa, but did not find one of him. And she didn't expect to see

his photo only on the tombstone in the future.

She stroked the water droplets off the photo over and over again, gently and patiently.

He was the only man she ever truly loved. From now on, she can no longer listen to him pampering.

Lyra held back her tears and took great pains to help him remove the water stains from the photo.

Keith looked distressed, "Lyra, it's raining a lot. You can't wipe it off."

She was stubborn, "He's afraid of the cold and doesn't like to get wet. I have to finish one last thing for

him."

Keith sighed helplessly and voluntarily handed over the black umbrella in his hand.

Lyra took it, propped it up and covered Melvin's tiny tombstone. Then she took out her handkerchief

and wiped away every drop of water from the tombstone carefully.

"Lyra, you still love him, don't you?"

Lyra did not answer.

She once thought she could let go of her love for him without a second thought and walk away with

style and determination.

If he was still alive and if they didn't meet each other after the divorce, maybe they can live happily

respectively again.

But ...

Fate had a way of playing tricks on her time and time again.

And this man died for her.

The hurts that were once there suddenly seemed insignificant, and her heart, too, was overwhelmed

with guilt.

She inhaled deeply, suppressing the surging of sadness.

He could never come back. What was the point of loving him or not?

She whispered, "Let's go."

Keith helped her up, carried her slender shoulders, and left the cemetery.

After Lyra was returned to Seaside Villa by Keith, she went into Melvin's room and sat in the recliner he

had been lying in before, looking around his room.

Thinking of the letter that he gave her alone, Lyra opened the bag and felt the texture of the envelope

with her fingertips.

A few days ago, she thought he did not leave her a word. Now it seemed that he was still not relieved

when he made the decision.

She opened the letter slowly.

The first line that caught her eye was.

[To my beloved Lyra Lloyd:]

Lyra's hand shook violently. She felt incredulous at the words with her name on.

He ... knew her true identity?!