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Lyra's original expression with a smile instantly froze.

While they were looking at each other, Collin swallowed uneasily, waiting nervously and apprehensively.

Lyra stared at him for a while before finally speaking, "I accept your apology. As for forgiveness ... | come here today just to see dad again. For everything else, | don't want to mention it." Collin looked sad.

His sister was brought up by him, and he knew very well that she meant to refuse.

Smoothing himself from the loss, he smiled, "Okay, I'm willing to wait until the day you can completely forgive me." Lyra stared at him and said nothing.

She was about to turn her head and left the hall to check on her father when Kathleen suddenly ran all the way down from upstairs, shouting mournfully.

"Honey! Dad... Dad's heart rate went to zero!" These words were like a thunderclap that stunned the whole Anning Hill.

Lyra's eyes instantly turned red and she ran wildly up the stairs. Collin stood up on his knees and followed.

Keith, who was in the dinning room, also ran upstairs quickly when he heard the words from Kathleen.

"Dad!" They spoke in unison and shouted themselves hoarse. The heart of the old man in the bed stopped beating and he rested peacefully.

Micah sat next to Reginald. On his usual cool face, his eyes were read and he was crying painfully.

The ward was filled with sadness. Lyra held the door frame, with teardrops slipping down uncontrollably. And her heart ached like a twinge.

In her sad eyes, suddenly it was welling up with rage. She took out her cell phone and called Twelve.

"Mobilize all the Darkbell. Ethel must be found! | want to see her die!" Reginald's funeral was handled by Micah together with Keith.

Lyra couldn't be involved in all this because she was pregnant with her babies. She was picked up by Malcolm, who arrived in a hurry and pacified her.

The entire organization turned out in full strength, searched for Ethel on the riverbank, and asked all the farmers in the downstream villages door to door.

Two days after, there was still no news as if she had vanished.

Lyra's anger burned, but she was mindful of the babies and suppressed her temper, calling Keith to the villa.

"Keith, we still can't find Ethel, but she made the mistake that got dad killed. | am going to make sure she must pay for it." Keith understood her.

"Rara, what do you want to do? You have my support.” Lyra raised her eyes. Thinking of Ethel's face, her eyes looked cold, "Make a news reporting her death. You can during her travels, she suddenly learns her father's bad news. She's so sad that she loses balance and drowns in the river." Keith was slightly stunned, "You want her to never go back to the Lloyd Manor again even if she lives? Not to live with the family name Lloyd?" "Right." "Okay, | understand and will get it done." * Reginald died. Collin was no longer in charge, and Ethel had since disappeared and never been seen again.

The whole Lloyd Manor was managed by Lyra, and it was peaceful hence forward.

Calm days always passed extraordinarily fast.

Several months later.

With the baby bump, Lyra looked stunningly delicate and her skin was still tender.

She was sitting a the couch, watching a movie on a giant screen projector. And Malcolm was in the kitchen, helping her cut the fruit.

She was watching with great interest when her stomach was suddenly kicked by the babies.

The kicking made her got painful spasm. Lyra nearly passed out.

"Mel!" She strained to shout.

Malcolm dropped the unwashed fruit in his hands and ran out frantically, crouching down in front of her to check her condition.

"Are you going to give birth?" Lyra's brows tightened in pain and she shook her head, "The babies are kicking me again.” Malcolm felt distressed, staring at her belly with exasperation and gritting his teeth.

"This restless brats will be so naughty in the future! Let you suffer so much! When they grow up, | will have to beat their little ass to help you take revenge!" Lyra laughed.

"Don't be so mean. They are still two little babies. They don't know anything." Malcolm gently soothed her belly with his palm and was still indignant, "But they made you suffer so much. | must make they suffer a little later!" Lyra couldn't help but laugh at his serious accusation.

"The babies can listen to it. They will hold a grudge. And when they grow up, I'm sure they will help me not you. We three bully you together!" Malcolm didn't care as long as Lyra was happy.

Lyra was about to speak when suddenly there was another sharp pain in her stomach, and her brows tightened in agony.

"What's wrong? Kick you again?" Lyra shook her head.

She eased the pain and realized something, "Honey, | might ... be in labor!" Malcolm freaked out and immediately sent a group message to Chad, Keira, Micah, Keith, Melissa, and then picked up Lyra and ran straight to the hospital.

When Lyra was admitted to the maternity ward, everyone was there on time, huddling around her and greeting her.

Seeing this overwhelming group of people, Lyra was confused and turned her head to look at Malcolm who was beside her, "Why did you call so many people here? To watch me give birth?" Malcolm's palms were sweating and his voice was shaking slightly. He was more nervous than she was.

"| said that when you give birth, | want to experience the pain of childbirth and be with you in pain. | was afraid that | wouldn't be able to be with you in the ward, so | called everyone to come and talk to you." Lyra clutched his hand, "No, so many people here. I'm nervous. Just have you alone with me." "But ..." he still wanted to be with her in her pain.

Micah came forward in time to explain that he didn't need to experience it again. The doctor in the delivery room would come in at any time to check the cervical opening and when the time was right, she could have a painless injection.

Malcolm and Lyra didn't know about it before.

Lyra was surprised, "So now that medicine is advanced, there is such a good stuff. Micah, you didn't tell me earlier. | was so nervous!" Malcolm was stunned, "So Micah, you let me experience the analgesic apparatus of childbirth before to deliberately screw me?" Micah didn't say no and looked scheming.

The group of people said a bunch of encouraging words, and then left nervously.

Fifteen minutes later, Lyra was wheeled into the delivery room and accompanied by Malcolm.

The babies were in the right position and could be delivered smoothly.

After the painless injection, Lyra felt much better and the birth was not as painful as rumored.

Malcolm, however, clutched her hand nervously. His body was shaking and even his jawline was tense.

Lyra turned her head, stroked his handsome face and smiled, "Mel, don't be afraid. It's quite easy." His grim face was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat, and he whispered accusingly, "It's easy for you to say so. It must be good if what you said is true!" Lyra just laughed.

After a six-hour ordeal, Lyra gave birth to two babies, which was smooth.

The nurse gently cleaned the two babies, wrapped them securely, and called for Malcolm.

"Congratulations to Mr. Malcolm on the birth of a son and a daughter. Come and see yourself!" Malcolm was not moving and not caring at all. He just helped Lyra wipe sweat, feeling distressed.

Lyra weakly said, "Aren't you going to see the babies?" Malcolm was extra serious, just wanting to look at her, "They're not as important as you." mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLII0fiflO& 1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWL1i10fif10&1 mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1