The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 1016 You start to love her when she's gone

Chapter 1016 You start to love her when she's gone

By the time Anthony arrived at the hospital, it was already dark.

Although there was no wind or rain, it was as dull and depressing as the night of Mavis's birth, and it

was suffocating.

Mavis was no longer seen outside the door of the delivery room. Anthony stood in the corridor in front

of the delivery room. His hands were trembling when he was at a loss, and the shock in his heart was

greater than the grief.

There were footsteps behind him, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Lyra, Malcolm, and Ella

walking towards him.

Lyra's expression was frighteningly cold, and before she approached, she had already raised her right

hand, wanting to punch him.

Malcolm stopped her just in time.

"Rara, don't hurt your hand. I'll do it."

Half a meter away from Anthony, he swung his fist, wrapped in a strong wind, and hit Anthony's face

hard.

Anthony didn't hide, and staggered two steps back under the anger from several people.

Before he could stand still, Malcolm punched the other half of his face again. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

With a muffled snort, he fell to the ground, and raised his hand to wipe away the blood that spilled from

the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Callahan!"

Kane was terrified and wanted to help.

Malcolm gave him a sharp look. "Don't help him. Let him get up by himself."

Kane stretched out his hand halfway, and silently took it back.

Anthony swallowed the bloody taste in his mouth and slowly stood up. Malcolm grabbed his collar and

pressed him against the corridor wall.

Malcolm's tone was calm and cold, "You still want to come back? Your wife was pregnant but you ran to

find that woman. Do you know what you are doing?"

He didn't refute, but suppressed his trembling voice and asked, "What about her?"

Malcolm choked and fell silent.

Ella couldn't hold back anymore, and burst into tears in an instant, "Anthony, you don't deserve to

mention her. Where were you when she needed you the most!? You actually went to find another

woman! Where is your conscience!?"

Anthony's eyes turned red, and he asked repeatedly and obsessively, "Where is Mavis?"

Lyra said, "On a thunderstorm night, she had a convulsion, bleeding profusely. The pain was too

severe, but because you weren't there and couldn't sign for the painless injection. She missed the best

time for giving birth, and she couldn't walk out of the delivery room alive."

Anthony sneered, but tears fell down his face uncontrollably. "Impossible, I don't believe it."

"I clearly counted the time before I left. There are still ten days before her due date, and I only left for

four days."

Only four days.

Malcolm was annoyed when he heard that, and he gripped his collar even harder, "Your wife is

pregnant, and you don't know how to do your homework beforehand? The due date is just an estimate,

and some women even give birth half a month to a month earlier. It is an uncontrollable situation, so

you need to be ready for delivery at any time."

"Even I understand the truth, but you don't understand. Anthony, how incompetent you are as a

husband?"

Guilty, his whole chest hurt.

His handsome face was pale, and he still shook his head in a self-deceiving way. "How could she have

a difficult delivery? I asked the doctor. She has been in good health these past few months. I don't

believe it. I want to see her."

Malcolm was silent again.

Ella also lowered her eyes, feeling a little guilty.

Only Lyra's tone was relaxed, and her face was calm after the pain.

"Her body had been waiting for you in the morgue for two days. Each of us has called you countless

times, but we don't know when you will come back. So this afternoon, I decided to send her body to the

crematorium."

Anthony was startled, and broke away from Malcolm like crazy, staggering to run outside.

"It's too late."

Lyra looked at him indifferently. "It is estimated that the incineration has been completed over there,

and it will be sent back tomorrow. You came back too late, and nothing can stop it."

Anthony leaned on the wall, and his knees were so weak that he knelt down.

An indescribable pain seemed to penetrate into his bone marrow, and the pain in all his limbs was

uncontrollable.

Lyra still couldn't help mocking him, "Are you in pain? Mavis spent the whole night in the delivery room

for you. You will never understand how much pain she had."

"Anthony, you won't regret it until you really lose it and it's irretrievable."

"But your regret now is meaningless. You will never, ever see her again."

Those cold words were like an iron awl piercing into his heart, making him so painful that he couldn't

breathe.

Anthony had already been accused by Lyra, and tears wet his face, dripping down silently and

presumptuously.

"How could she die? How could..."

The whispering voice was full of unresolved grief, and he still shook his head obsessively, "I don't

believe it! I want to see her!"

Next to her, Ella held back the fluster in her heart, fearing that Anthony would notice something.

Lyra and Malcolm also looked at each other.

Lyra changed the subject and said, "You always thought that the baby in Mavis's womb was not yours,

so you threatened her and did so for granted. Anthony, obviously you only need to ask the doctor for

her pregnancy week record, and you will know when she was pregnant."

"Anthony, that's her and your child. He has the same mixed-race appearance as you. He's in the ward.

Go and see."

Anthony turned his head in disbelief, digested Lyra's words several times, and ran to the ward like

crazy.

The hospital bed was empty, and the temperature had long since disappeared.

There was a baby cot next to it.

The baby, who was only a few days old, closed his eyes tightly and slept soundly and peacefully.

This was actually Mavis and his child?

Anthony threw himself to the side of the crib, and looked at the baby's sleeping face, which became the

last straw that collapsed him.

Mavis regarded the baby as more important than her life. If there was no real accident in the delivery

room, she will never leave the baby alone.

Tears burst into, his heart ached beyond words, and he knelt beside the crib.

The strong guilt, like a huge wave from the sky, flooded his whole body, making him unable to calm

down and think.

"I'm sorry. Sorry, sorry……"

Losing each other helplessly, this feeling was so painful.

Never had such a gaffe, never had such a breakdown.

In the past few months, he had made too many mistakes, too many...

Lyra and Malcolm stood at the door of the ward watching, sighed silently, and left quietly.

Ella followed closely.

For a moment, there was only despair in the ward.

...

The next morning, when Lyra and Malcolm rushed to the ward, the baby was crying in the crib,

probably hungry.

Anthony huddled like a ball, lying on the ground even though there was a bed.

Except for the occasional ups and downs of breathing, he was like a cold corpse.

Lyra got closer and could see the haggard and sad look on his face.

In just one night, he seemed to have experienced a lot of vicissitudes, and a few strands of gray hair

were added.

However, Lyra did not sympathize with him.

"I have advised you countless times. Don't dwell on the past and cherish the people in front of you. You

only have one life, and don't do things that you regret, but you just don't listen."

"You treat those who love you badly, but follow those who don't love you."

"Now that Mavis is gone, you start to love her. Are your confessions, pain, and despair useful?"

He lay motionless on the ground, and a drop of tear fell silently from the corner of his eye.

Lyra sighed again, walked over to the baby in the crib, rang the call bell on the bed, and told the nurses

to come over and give the baby a bottle of milk.

Malcolm stood aside with his hands behind his back, and coldly glanced at the man who looked like a

walking corpse on the ground.

Anthony deserved to suffer, not to be pitied.

Malcolm was more worried about the baby than Anthony.

"Rara, based Anthony's current state, he may still be hurt for a while. He can't get out of the haze for

the time being, and he can't take good care of the baby. You should contact his grandmother as soon

as possible."

Lyra nodded.

While the two were talking, Ella came, "Ms. Lloyd, Mavis's ashes were sent back from the

crematorium."

Hearing this, the man on the ground finally reacted.