After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 29 Less of An Asshole

Looking at Melvin's expression, Lyra guessed that he should have also found out who was behind it.

So, he came over here to condemn her or what?

Melvin didn't say anything, just staring at her.

Instead, Fred came forward first and protested, "Miss Carroll, you're ruthless!"

Though Lyra had divorced Melvin, after all, the two were her former mother-in-law and sister-in-law.

Even if they had done something wrong, the punishment for them had gone too far, right?

His admiration for the kind-hearted Charlotte had instantly increased a bit more.

Lyra glanced at him and did not retort, merely sparing Melvin a thoughtful glance.

"You think so too?"

Melvin frowned, about to speak, but Fiona, who heard the movement at the door, lunged over and

hugged him, starting to denounce Lyra, "Son, look what this vicious bitch has done to your sister! She

even smashed up the house! You must send her to jail. I want her to stay there until she dies and

repent for the rest of her life!"

Melvin's handsome eyebrows were knitted more tightly.

Everyone looked at him as if they were waiting for him to make a decision.

So was Lyra .

However, she remained calm and collected, ready for the next step no matter which side Melvin would

choose.

Fiona put on her smugness again. As her baby son was back, he was sure to help her!

She's waiting to see how this bitch Lyra dies!

As the crowd watched, having their own opinions in heart, Melvin took two steps closer to Lyra.

The black-clad bodyguards immediately went to block in front of Lyra, but were stopped by the latter.

She wanted to see what he was up to.

Melvin stopped there, a few steps away from Lyra.

He sighed, and his head lowered slightly toward Lyra.

"This time, it was they who tried to hurt you first, and you deserved to retaliate against the Freeman

family. It was their fault, and I apologize on their behalf."

At these words, everyone was shocked!

Lyra also fell into silence.

She had thought he might defend his own family.

But it never occurred to her that he didn't object to her retaliation and even offered an apology?

This was the first time she felt he was sensible, responsible, and less of an asshole.

Fiona, however, could not accept it.

She grabbed Melvin and started to scream and shout.

"You're my son! How could you not take my side but go help this bitch! Do you have the heart to watch

her torture your sister and me? How can you be so heartless?

"I don't care! You must give me an explanation! Or I'll disown you, ungrateful brat!"

Although Melvin was being pulled by her, he was still unruffled in that blue tailor-made suit.

He didn't move a muscle, letting his mother do whatever she wanted.

When Fiona saw that he was unmoved, she was so pissed that she rushed straight towards Lyra, trying

to tear her apart. It was only then that Melvin turned to stare to the servants who were watching the

show beside.

"The lady has lost her mind. Take her back to her room and call the family doctor to come take a look."

With the order, Fred quickly arranged for the servants to take the cursing Fiona into the manor.

They also carried Sheila on the garden floor to her room.

The rest of the servants also dispersed and began to clean up the mess.

Outside the Freeman Manor, there were only Melvin and Lyra along with the ten black-clad bodyguards

Lyra brought with her.

Lyra saw him staring at her face all the time and didn't know what he was looking at, so she

uncomfortably turned her face to the side.

"You helped me that day, so this time I only gave them a small punishment. Otherwise, I would have

also sent the evidence to the police and put them both in jail."

As she was speaking, she took a look at the organized file again, "But I still have the evidence. If they

mess with me again, I'll make use of this."

Melvin looked at her sly smile and couldn't help but curl up his lips. She was like a cunning little fox,

calculating and ruthless.

Lyra looked at him who was also smiling, wondering what he was thinking about.

She soon put away her smile, "You better keep them in check. Next time if they offend me again, I'll

count you in together to settle the score."

After saying that, she left with her bodyguards, swaggering away.

After Lyra left, Melvin stepped over the broken porcelain and went to check on Sheila.

The family doctor had arrived and was checking Sheila's body.

Fiona was much stabler now and just sat by Sheila's bed, sobbing.

Seeing Melvin enter, she pulled her son by his shirt and pointed worriedly at Sheila's knee.

The original fair skin on the knee became blue-purple, bruised with black spots, swollen in a nasty way.

"Look how your sister is hurt? Don't you, as a brother, feel pain? Ever since she was little, she has

been my precious baby. Now she was hurt by that bitch. How would she bear this humiliation? If you

don't revenge her, she'll fall apart! Can you really bear to see your sister bite the dust like that?"

Fiona kept jabbering and crying like she was greatly aggrieved.

As a mother, she knew that her son couldn't bear to see her like this.

This time Lyra had really gone too outrageous. She had to teach that chick a lesson!

Otherwise, she couldn't swallow an insult like that!

Melvin pursed his thin lips and remained silent.

Although staring at Sheila's unsightly knees, Melvin seemed to be pondering over something else.

Before he came, he asked the maid and learned that Fiona had deliberately framed Lyra for the former

jewelry incident.

Back then, he was working overtime in the company, and just roughly heard about the incident, but did

not know the details.

Melvin's heart ached for a moment.

So Lyra had been so unhappy and disappointed at the Freeman Manor that she had no other choice

but divorce?

The scene of her petite and stubborn figure kneeling in the rainy night suddenly popped up in his head.

Sheila kneeled for a short while and her knees had become swollen like this. Then what about Lyra

who had kneeled there for a whole night...

But she never complained to him once about these things in their marriage.

"Son?! Are you listening to mom or not?"

Fiona shook his arm, interrupting his thoughts.

"Don't you forget that your father had entrusted your sister and me to you, and now your grandma has

gone, you can't ignore me and your sister just because you've gotten in charge of the Freeman family!"

If she couldn't get Melvin help them out of pity, then persuade him with a man's responsibility and Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

commitment. Fiona didn't believe he could still defend that bitch.

Melvin turned his head to look at her, but didn't answer her directly.

"How did you all bully Lyra before? Tell me about it."

Fiona was stunned, not expecting him to ask about this at all.

"It's been a long time ago. You and she are divorced now. What's there to tell? Besides, as her mother-

in-law, what's wrong with me scolding her occasionally? Did this bitch tell on you? No wonder she's

such a malicious and indecent woman!"

Just as she finished, she noticed that Melvin's face had been completely livid, so she hastily changed

the topic, "Good boy, look at my arm, all bruises, and your delicate sister. Can you bear to see us being

bullied?"

"Alright."

Melvin's lips curled into a smile, but his eyes were cold, "I know what to do."

Fiona was delighted, and her grip on his arm tightened.

"Really?!"