The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 1017 Misleading the Real Diagnosis List

Chapter 1017 Misleading the Real Diagnosis List

Anthony struggled to support his stiff body, and when he spoke, his voice was hoarse, "Where are her

ashes?"

Ella didn't speak, but glanced at Lyra.

Lyra nodded.

Ella then turned and left the ward.

After a few minutes, Ella came back, holding a jar of ashes, and walked towards Anthony.

She lowered her brows in a depressed mood, and without meeting Anthony's eyes, she handed him

the urn.

The man hugged the ashes urn, his red eyes began to mist again, and the pain almost drowned him.

He asked Lyra hoarsely, "Were you by her side that night?"

"I was by her side and accompanied her to give birth, but unfortunately, she didn't make it through."

Tears dripped onto the urn, and Anthony wiped them off carefully with his sleeve. "Did she... have

anything to say to me?"

"Yes."

Anthony's blue eyes finally had some light.

But Lyra said very unfeelingly, "She said that the thing she regretted most in her life was that she fell in

love with you at first sight when you were teaching in the Teflayria mountains. And she came to Crana.

If there is a next life, she would stay away from you and just be a stranger."

Anthony was leaning against the hospital bed decadently, with a smile on his face, but tears in the

corners of his eyes.

"After all, I'm sorry for her, and I failed her."

A little unable to bear to see him sad, Lyra turned her eyes away, "Death cannot be brought back to life.

I hope you figure it out sooner. If you feel guilty, then take good care of your baby. This is her only

attachment to this world."

After speaking, Lyra pulled Malcolm away, and Ella followed.

Walking to the door, Lyra just met the nurse who came to feed the baby.

She arranged, "Anthony hasn't come out of the grief yet, and I guess he still doesn't care about the

baby. Thank you for running a few more times and taking care of the baby. If there is any situation,

please call me immediately."

The nurse nodded, "Don't worry. We all feel sorry for such a small and cute child."

...

As the sun set, Anthony held the jar of ashes and sat by the hospital bed for a whole day, so absent-

minded that he didn't know what he was thinking.

He looked very haggard without eating anything.

Kane entered the ward cautiously, squatted down beside him slowly, and handed him a stack of

medical certificates.

"Mr. Callahan, I have thoroughly checked Mrs. Callahan's file. Mrs. Callahan was indeed pushed into

the delivery room late at night. Mr. and Mrs. White arrived a few hours later."

"Mr. White pretended to be you and signed the consent form for the painless injection, but the injection

was delivered too late and missed the best time. Mrs. Callahan was bleeding profusely and fainted

from the pain."

"The doctor was afraid that the baby would suffocate to death in the womb if the delay continued, so he

had no choice but to switch to a caesarean section. In the end, only the baby was saved..."

The whole thing was pretty much explained in detail.

Anthony shook his fingers and carefully examined the medical certificates. The data was detailed,

including when Mavis was pushed into the delivery room, and when Mavis died after rescue failed.

The corpse had been stored in the morgue for two days, and when will the application be made to

transport the corpse to the crematorium.

All data and time were recorded clearly.

Those neat and tidy handwriting, in Anthony's eyes, were teeth and claws.

He seemed to be able to see Mavis' hatred, Mavis' anger, and Mavis' frustration in these words.

Word by word, it seemed like it was asking him why he didn't do his pre-pregnancy homework well

even though he knew she was pregnant.

Why did he doubt the baby's identity, but didn't check Mavis's pregnancy week?

Why was he leaving Delta Union ten days before the due date?

His eyes were so red that he was on the verge of losing control.

Kane watched from the side, unable to help, so he could only persuade, "Don't be too sad. You didn't

mean it. When everyone is negligent, I think... Mrs. Callahan shouldn't be angry with you."

Anthony smiled bitterly, "Before she died, she still said that she regretted knowing me. She hated me

so much."

Kane was at a loss for words.

"Mr. Callahan, the baby is still so young after all, so you still have to cheer up quickly."

Even if it was not for himself, he should also consider the baby.

Anthony was still reading the medical certificates, lost in thought, not listening to what Kane was

saying.

After being absent-minded for a long time, he asked with a hint of luck, "Tell me, is it possible that these

diagnosis sheets are fake?"

Kane thought it impossible. "These are all retrieved from the hospital's internal network information.

They are archived on the day of the accident, and they are very detailed and will not be wrong."

Anthony shook his head, "Malcolm has the ability to create a fake diagnosis sheet."

Kane retorted, "But Mr. Callahan, this is not Crana, but Delta Union. Although he is powerful, it is

impossible to infiltrate here."

Anthony lowered his gloomy pupils, as if the last gleam of light had been extinguished in his heart.

With a hoarse voice, he whispered, "It's Delta Union, not Crana..."

Seeing his distraught look, Kane sighed again and again, but there was nothing he could do about him,

so he turned and left silently.

...

As soon as Lyra went back, she told Rebecca and Paloma about Mavis having a baby.

Paloma's laughter can penetrate into Lyra's ears from the phone. It was very contagious.

But she didn't have time to be happy for a while, and Lyra immediately reported the bad news of Mavis.

Paloma reacted for a long time before suppressing her emotions and asking, "Mavis is... really gone?"

Lyra couldn't bear it, so she could only bite the bullet and say, "Yes, she had a massive hemorrhage

that night in the delivery room, and she couldn't make it through. The ashes are now in Anthony's

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Paloma felt sad. How happy she was just now, and how heartbroken she will be now.

"She's a good kid and our family fails her."

Lyra was silent, and clearly heard two cries on the other end of the phone.

Rebecca was the saddest. Paloma had experienced so many things after all. She was old and prudent,

and her emotions were endured.

The next afternoon.

Paloma flew to Delta Union with Rebecca.

Lyra made a special trip to pick up the two of them, and saw the haggard look of Paloma and

Rebecca's red eyes from afar.

Rebecca was too innocent to hide her emotions and apparently cried again on the plane.

Paloma was guilty of using Mavis's life in exchange for this little great-grandson.

Several people met, and the moods were extremely depressed for a while.

Lyra took the two of them to the hospital, but unexpectedly the ward was even more gloomy.

Anthony curled up on the ground next to the crib, holding Mavis's urn, like a mindless walking corpse.

The tiled floor was icy cold, but Anthony didn't seem to feel the cold. Even though his body was lying

stiff, he didn't move a bit.

Paloma got angry when she saw his ghostly appearance, walked over angrily, picked up her crutch and

hit Anthony on the back.

Anthony's long eyelashes moved lightly, but there was still no reaction at all. His blue eyes were dim,

and apart from breathing, he seemed to be dead.

Paloma was beating and scolding, "I told you countless times. Cherish her, and don't wait until you lose

her to regret it. You just can't listen to it."

"When Mavis was pregnant with the baby, not only did you fail to fulfill your responsibilities as her

husband, you also bullied her, frightened her, imprisoned her, and caused her to suffer from prenatal

depression and failed to get out of the delivery room."

"Anthony, if you weren't my grandson, I would definitely kill you today!"