The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 803 Release Lucie back to the mountain

Spencer nodded, "Mom, I know. It's just a little breathless."

Jimmy hurriedly inserted various instruments into Spencer's tubes and carefully checked his body

functions.

Lyra was nervous, and Malcolm took her into his arms and gently reassured her, "Don't worry. It's going

to be okay."

After a series of checks, Jimmy finally breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face.

"Spencer's body indicators are the same as before. Today is a fall, resulting in too much exercise.

That's why he looks a little weak. He just needs a good rest and he'll be fine."

Molly cautiously touched Spencer's little leg, with some self-condemnation, and coaxed softly, "It does

not hurt. I will tell you a story at night, okay?"

Spencer raised his eyebrow, "Will you have those stories about Snow White? I prefer stories like the

one where the wolf comes and eats children."

Although his face was a bit wan, he still had the energy to joke and seemed to be in good spirits.

Lyra was finally relieved.

Malcolm's phone vibrated twice at that moment, and it was a message from Brad.

Seeing him look different, Lyra looked at him, and Malcolm walked out of the room in silence.

Brad: [Boss, there's new information. Lucie's house was rummaged through, and according to our

observations, they should know that we took Lucie away.]

Lucie had been watched by that group. If they let Lucie out at this time, she will definitely get killed.

But if they kept Lucie, the progress of the investigation will be stalled, so now whether to release Lucie

or not, it was a difficult thing.

Brad: [Boss, any instructions?]

Malcolm read that text message from Brad twice and tapped the input: [Wait for my notification.]

After replying the message briefly, Malcolm went back to the ward. Lyra kept an eye on him. Watching

his expression, she came close to him, asking in a whisper, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Jimmy was having fun with the two little ones when Malcolm pulled Lyra away from the ward and

walked all the way to the end of the quiet hallway.

"We need to release Lucie."

Lyra immediately responded and nodded, "Indeed, since Lucie has almost explained, it's not a good

idea to keep her for a long time. She has to be released.

She will surely die if she went back alone.

If Frank was really behind it, he will kill Lucie.

Malcolm responded, "I'm going to have Brad secretly take someone to send Lucie back, but I'll be

tagging along so I can improvise if anything happens."

Knowing Frank as he did, he was the only one who can catch this man.

After this incident, Lyra knew that Frank was a madman, a complete madman, who did not consider the

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Coupled with his hatred for Malcolm, if the two of them were to meet, something would definitely

happen.

But Lyra was clear that there was no choice in the matter, none of them had a choice.

As long as Frank was not caught, there will be no peace in their home.

Seeing the worry in her eyes, Malcolm took her directly into his arms and said soothingly, "Don't worry,

Rara. I will be careful and careful again. I will never let you and the kids worry."

Lyra nudged him and warned, "I won't forgive you if you don't come back safely."

After saying sweet words at the end of the hallway for a while, Malcolm left.

Lyra went back to the ward. Jimmy had gone to take care of his work. Chad had gone back to the

bureau, and there were only two little ones in the ward.

Spencer looked like he was tired of playing and fell asleep with an IV.

Molly sat there looking out the window, without her usual playfulness and sullen look. No one knew

what she was thinking.

"What are you looking at?"

She walked over with lighter footsteps and rubbed her baby girl's little head.

"Mommy~"

At the sound of Lyra's voice, Molly jumped into her arms and said with sobbing tone.

"I'm to be blamed for today's incident, which is what caused Spencer to get hurt. I'm not feeling well ..."

The little girl was deflated, sobbing. Her long curly eyelashes soon hung with water droplets, slowly

falling down. It seemed that this time the thing was really scaring her.

Lyra patiently wiped away her tears and held her tightly in her arms, comforting, "Of course we can't

blame you. It's daddy and mommy's fault. We haven't been able to be around you for the past few

days, making you two worry. I know you are very happy because I'm back. That's why you're playing so

carelessly. It's okay."

"And Spencer is a boy, more brother, so will subconsciously want to protect you. Did Spencer blame

you?"

Under Lyra's comfort, the little one in her arms finally stopped crying and fell asleep in her arms, not

knowing when.

Wiping the tear stains off her daughter's face, Lyra felt immensely satisfied.

Now, all she wanted was for everyone she cared about to be safe and sound, for her children to be

healthy, and for Malcolm to live a good life.

...

Everything else was nothing to her.

It was getting dark outside and Malcolm lead the way to the hotel where Lucie was being held.

When he entered the hotel room, Lucie was hiding under a table and was afraid to make a sound when

she heard footsteps.

It wasn't until a pair of hands reached under the table and tried to pull her out that she got so scared

that she lost control and screamed, "Don't kill me! Mr. White said he would protect me. You can't touch

me!"

Malcolm leaned far away from the wall. Lucie only lived in the hotel for one night, and became so

scared. He helplessly shook his head and smiled.

Lucie wouldn't let the officers pull her out. She was so excited that she waved her hands and almost bit

the officers.

Malcolm frowned, "Lucie, don't you want to go home? If you want to go home, you have to be peaceful.

They won't hurt you."

"Go home? Really, Mr. White, are you sure I'll be able to go home today? I'm not going to die?"

Lucie looked at Malcolm incredulously, full of anticipation.

Malcolm smiled, "Naturally, as a condition of your previous confession. I will find a way to send you

back, but if you want to survive, you have to listen to me, not to act rashly. The other party has a gun in

his hand. If you are not careful, you'll be killed. I can not help."

Lucie listened very carefully.

She knew Malcolm was not an alarmist. The gang can even get a gun. She was an unarmed woman,

and powerless to fight back.

She instantly reacted and obediently stepped out from under the table, "Mr. White, I'll listen to you. I

know you're a big shot with status. You'll be able to protect me."

It was not so easy to have this large amount of gold. She had never enjoyed any good life in her life

and really didn't want to die like this.

"I will do whatever you arrange, and I will definitely not give you any trouble!"