The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 987 What To Do If My Son Faints?

Chapter 987 What to do if my son faints?

Lyra showed no expression, while Molly asked, "You know my mom?"

The woman quickly turned on her phone, found out a ranking in a website, and showed it to Lyra.

"This is the list of the richest people in the world, and you are the fifth."

She was so excited that she didn't know what to say.

In fact, many people viewed unfavourably about the Lloyd's Corp in Crana.

But recently the Lloyd's Corp seemed to have invested in a manor, and the income had increased

greatly. In an instant, her social status had also doubled, ranking fifth in just half a month.

Everyone couldn't figure out how capable a woman was to run a company to such an extent.

Today, this woman can be seen by her.

Compared with a full-time housewife like her, Lyra's whole body seemed to exude dazzling light, and

her aura was very strong. The career-oriented beauty was really attractive.

She completely lost the look of wanting to quarrel before, and became kind.

Lyra didn't have a huge reaction when she saw the list, but just nodded politely.

"Are these medical expenses and compensation enough? If not, you can contact me again. Also,

remember to ask your child to apologize to Spencer."

Lyra took a stand.

The woman didn't have the arrogant appearance just now, but nodded hurriedly. "That's enough. It's

enough. I'll ask my child to apologize to Spencer right away."

...

After returning home, Molly behaved well and took the initiative to tell her father about the fight at

school.

Malcolm scowled, looking at Molly seriously.

She was the most naughty kid in the family and had the guts to say it!

He hooked one of his fingers towards Molly, with a distinctly dangerous aura, "Molly, come here. I will

talk to you nicely."

Molly was shocked, and the hair on her head was about to stand up in fright.

She whimpered and ran to hide behind Lyra. "Mom, save me! Daddy is a villain. I have told daddy my

mistake very honestly, but he still wants to punish me!"

"Molly!"

Malcolm let out a growl, and little Molly trembled.

Lyra protected Molly, and looked at her husband helplessly, "Don't be so fierce. You're scaring her." All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

"She's not even afraid of fighting, so she's afraid of me being aggressive?"

Malcolm sat upright and spoke sternly, "Don't worry, Lyra. Ever since Molly grows up, she has fought

many times at school, and we're always asked to go to the school to deal with it. If I don't teach her a

lesson, she will be even more proud. Sooner or later, she will become a bad kid."

He always thought boys would be more naughty, but didn't expect that his baby Molly was more

troublesome.

Molly just liked to fight with whomever provoked her.

If he didn't educate her well and let her stop in moderation, it will be a big deal if she beat someone

badly in the future.

Lyra understood what he meant, sighed, and said nothing more.

He took off his watch, and rolled up the cuffs of his suit.

This ceremonial beating action made Molly's eyes drip with tears in minutes.

"Whoo whoo... Mommy, help me. Daddy's horrible. Daddy's going to break my ass into pieces."

She clutched the corner of Lyra's clothes, sobbing and sniffling with the corner of Lyra's clothes.

Malcolm's brow furrowed.

"Molly, you're too embarrassed to cry when you make a mistake, and you stained my wife's clothes."

Molly pursed her mouth and covered her butt quietly. "Daddy, you're the worst. You only care about

your wife, not your baby."

"Of course I care about my wife." Malcolm pointed to his thigh seriously, "Come here. Lie on your

stomach. I don't want to say it a third time. Don't wait for me to catch you."

"Mom! Mom!"

There were small teardrops in Molly's eyelashes, and she looked at Lyra pitifully, as if clutching a life-

saving straw.

Beside, Spencer sat silently for a while.

Seeing that Malcolm was determined to educate Molly, he took the initiative to walk over.

Malcolm was staring at Molly who liked to make trouble, when suddenly a small body lay on his lap

actively.

Startled, he realized it was Spencer.

Spencer obediently lay on his father's strong and powerful thigh, with his small arms wrapped around

his head, waiting to be punished obediently.

"Spencer?"

Spencer took a deep breath, and replied very calmly, "Daddy, beat me up. In the end, it's all my fault. I

didn't handle the relationship with my classmates well, and I didn't manage Molly's behavior well."

Malcolm fell silent.

Spencer had been weak and sick since he was a child, and he was usually cared gently, like a fragile

object. They were afraid of hurting him.

Let Malcolm hit him? Totally impossible.

What should he do if his son fainted?

Before Malcolm could speak, Molly, who had been avoiding being beaten, rushed over and hugged her

brother's thin body, with a determined look on her face.

"Daddy, don't hit brother. He's not in good health. He can't stand it. It's all my fault. I shouldn't fight. I

know it's wrong!"

She wiped away her tears and solemnly told Spencer, "Spencer, get down. I don't want you to carry it."

Malcolm was silent.

The two kids loved each other, so why did he look like a bad guy instead?

Lyra could guess what Malcolm was thinking, and knew that Malcolm would not be angry when he saw

the two babies protecting each other.

She stepped forward, carried up Molly, and acted as a peacemaker.

"Okay, Daddy scared Molly. Molly, you protected your brother outside. You're a little warrior. Daddy and

Mommy are very pleased. However, your way is still too extreme. Change it in the future, you know?"

Molly put her arms around her mother's neck, "Got it."

Malcolm gave up on that, picked Spencer up and coaxed him.

In the evening, Malcolm and Lyra sat on the head of the bed.

Lyra had just put down the file in her hand and couldn't help but think about Molly.

On a whim, she felt that Molly was very suitable for going to a school with military management.

She said this idea, and Malcolm felt it was very appropriate.

"Molly is really suitable for this. She usually has no rules. It's good to be in that kind of school, which

can improve her restraint, but Lyra, do you really think about it? Military schools are not as easy as

ordinary schools, and we can't easily visit her."

Upon hearing this, Lyra hesitated.

She couldn't bear to send her child to a school with closed management.

However, Lyra was not a stubborn person. Both of them uphold open education. Since they had this

idea, they should first ask Molly for her opinion.

Even if they were a little bit selfish, the wish of her was the most important thing.

Early the next morning, Lyra brought it up at the dinner table.

"Molly, in view of your personality and hobbies, I discussed it with your father, and I want to ask you if

you want to go to a military school, where there are professional equipment and management, and you

can release your nature..."

Before Lyra finished speaking, Molly said excitedly, "I do!"

Spencer was not anxious and guessed she must have something to say.

"Don't get excited. I'm just asking you what you think. Of course, there are advantages and

disadvantages. The disadvantage is that you can't see us often, and you can't see your brother often.

Naturally, you are not with your brother in the same school."

Suddenly, Molly looked at Spencer with a tangled expression, and forced to act out a bitter expression.

"Can't Spencer go together with me?"