The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 794 I've made up my mind. I choose you

Hopevale General Hospital in Suham.

Malcolm was sitting by the bed in the ward, and a nurse came in with a medical tray, which contained

alcohol, medical cotton swabs and other things for disinfection and dressing.

Lyra just sat on the side and watched, showing absolutely no intention of stepping forward to help with

medicine.

Malcolm observed her expression, and saw that she was not jealous at all when she stared at the

nurse who was applying medicine to his arm, and felt a little uncomfortable.

So, after the minor scratches were dealt with, he coaxed Lyra to be taken to the psychiatric department Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

for examination.

After half an hour, they obtained the result.

"Mr. White, madam has indeed lost her memory. She will not be able to remember many things, but I

have checked carefully. Her amnesia is not serious. It is likely to be temporary. You take her to places

she used to be familiar with, and there will be benefit."

In the office, Malcolm looked at the diagnosis list, gasped and didn't speak for a long time.

The doctor continued, "She should be caused by an injury. According to Lucie's words, she had a high

fever and was in a coma for two days. She suffered an impact on the back of her head, and the bruises

have not dissipated so far. It can be seen that the injury was not minor at that time."

"But you don't need to worry too much. After taking a CT scan of the brain, we found there is no blood

clot in the back of her brain, and there is no nerve compression. It is only a matter of time before she

recovers her memory."

Putting down the paper in his hand, Malcolm left the doctor's office without saying a word.

In a VIP ward, Lyra sat quietly until Malcolm came in, and she couldn't wait to ask,

"I have cooperated with your examination. When can I leave the hospital?"

Malcolm walked over slowly, knelt down at her feet, and carefully helped her put on her shoes, "You

can leave today."

"Okay, then you pack up. Where is Lucie? I'll go find her."

Malcolm didn't answer, and quietly helped her put on her shoes.

In the corridor, Anthony, who followed Chad to NIB before, immediately rushed over as soon as he

heard that Malcolm had brought Lyra to the hospital. After asking the nurses, he found the ward where

Lyra was.

The door of the ward was not completely closed.

Anthony wanted to push the door, but heard the conversation inside. He stopped and stood by the door

for a while.

"Mr. White, just now you asked me to cooperate with the doctor for an examination, and now I have

finished the examination. How is it? What is the result? Are you satisfied?"

Malcolm sighed and shook his head. Being silent for a while, he said, "I'm sorry."

During these two days of getting along, he thought Lyra was just pretending.

But the test result told him that it was true, that Lyra had really forgotten him.

Lyra looked down at him, and sharply saw that the end of his eyes were a little bit red, making him

completely lack the hostility when dealing with business in front of her.

She felt bad...

Malcolm's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was trying to hide his emotions, "It's my fault for testing

you these days. I will take you home later and show you our marriage certificate. If you still want to

leave, if you want to go stay with Lucie, I won't stop you again."

Lyra reached out to touch his head and was about to speak, when she noticed the slightly opened door.

The expensive watch on the man's hand was mirror-reflected by the lights in the ward.

This perspective can only be seen by Lyra.

It was Anthony.

She froze for a moment, then lightly pinched Malcolm's cheek and studied his facial features.

"Mr. White, you are really handsome. Your appearance just fits my taste, but the smoking habit is very

bad."

Malcolm raised his head abruptly, and said seriously. "I will quit, Rara. Don't worry."

"That's good." She smiled, pretending to be playful, "I remember Anthony asked me yesterday if I had

to choose a husband between you and him, who would I choose?"

Malcolm suppressed the urge to be sad and became interested, "Did you change your mind?"

Lyra nodded, "I've made up my mind. I choose you."

She smiled sincerely. She chose him seriously, not just joking to make him happy.

The depression in Malcolm's heart disappeared in an instant, and he asked uncertainly, "You said just

now you hate me for smoking, so do you really choose me?"

"What are you afraid of? I can help you quit. If you don't accept it, I'll beat you up."

Well, this was his wife.

Outside the door, Anthony's eyes looked gloomy, and he slowly closed the door of the ward, not

intending to go in.

Even if she lost her memory, Lyra never considered choosing him, and even if he found her before

Malcolm, she would not go with him.

Was it true... didn't she think about him at all?

Anthony was sullen, with complicated emotions.

Was it really time to let go of the ten years of obsession?

He still remembered what Lyra had said to him in European Swye.

[If you miss it, you just miss it. There is no chance to start over. Life is about looking forward. You are

the one who got into a dead end. You have been unwilling to take it easy.]

After thinking about it, he took the elevator downstairs.

The elevator door opened, and a familiar voice sounded head-on.

"Anthony, why are you here? Are you finally willing to come back?"

Anthony was forced to retract his complicated thoughts, raised his eyes slightly, and saw Rebecca

holding Mavis's arm, standing outside the elevator door.

Rebecca was delighted to see him, and Mavis was surprised.

He stepped out of the elevator, and instead of answering Rebecca's words, he asked, "Why did you

two come to the hospital?"

Rebecca became upset for a moment, and complained, "I thought you're here to accompany Mavis to

see a doctor, but I didn't expect I just met you by chance. You disappeared for ten days and blocked my

phone call. What did you do?”

Anthony avoided his gaze unnaturally, looked at Mavis, and noticed that her face was a little pale. She

seemed to have lost weight these days. Didn't eat well in Callahan Residence?

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong?"

Mavis smiled awkwardly, "I'm fine, just having a little problem. I wanted to take some medicine and let it

go. Rebecca was worried and insisted on dragging me to the hospital for reexamination."

"Reexamination?" Anthony caught the key word.

Without waiting for Mavis to explain anything, Rebecca said angrily,

"Anthony, you are doing too much. Do you still love Mavis? I told you last time that Mavis was sent to

the hospital with acute gastroenteritis. During this time, her stomach has been in a bad state, and she

has been suffering repeatedly. You never cared about her once."

Anthony was taken aback.

He really forgot about it.

Feeling a little sorry, he lowered his eyes and said nothing, letting Rebecca complain more.

Mavis pulled Rebecca's arm and signaled her to stop talking, "I'm fine, just a little problem. He's usually

busy with work, so it's normal for him to forget."

"Mavis, you just help him again. But if you keep doing like this, the less he will care about you."

Mavis smiled bitterly.

It was a marriage by agreement, and Anthony didn't love her, so of course he couldn't care about her.

With one hand in his pocket, Anthony focused his gaze on Rebecca's arm holding Mavis.

He stretched out his hand, separated the two girls, grabbed Mavis' wrist, and moved towards, letting

Mavis get closer to him.

"My wife is sick. I will accompany her by myself. You can go back."

Rebecca and Mavis glanced at each other, and were a little confused at the same time.