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She turned her head and headed inside the villa, leaving the party to Malcolm.

Malcolm was struck by her slightly reproachful look, and left the outside to Chad for the time being, following her into the villa.

In the third floor's nursery, there were two delicate and lovely cribs in the middle. One was pink and the other was blue.

Lyra walked over to check on them, but the pink crib was empty with no trace of Molly. Sophia was here too.

All that remained was Spencer on the blue crib.

Lyra gasped, and all sorts of bad presentiment came to her mind.

She turned her head and was about to go out to look for someone when she bumped into Malcolm who came in after her and grabbed him by the collar, "Malcolm, where's Molly?" Malcolm was slightly stunned, "I just came out. Molly has fallen asleep. Rara, take it easy ..." Lyra's eyes were red, and she grabbed his collar with fierce, glaring at him, "Malcolm! His face went wan and he was stunned for a while.

Lyra had ... not looked at him with this kind of fierce to the extreme expression for a long time.

As he stood in place, Lyra had loosened his collar and quickly left the room, and he hurriedly followed her again.

Lyra searched the next few rooms, bathrooms and kitchens, and saw no sign of Sophia.

The feeling of uneasiness in her heart grew stronger and stronger. She hurriedly left the villa, found Eleven, Twelve, and told them to keep an eye on the front and back doors of the villa and forbid anyone to leave for the time being.

Her heart trembled and she was ready to go on stage to get the microphone and publicly intimidate the people who harbored evil intentions.

Malcolm hastily clutched her wrist to stop her impending behavior.

"Rara, calm down. Don't shout about this beforehand. Leave it to me." Lyra shook off his wrist in disbelief, "Malcolm, someone might try to steal Molly in the resulting chaos! In rich families, there are many such kidnappings. Molly is your child too. Aren't you worried at all if you lose her?" His eyes turned red but he still stopped her, "Rara, you are too sensitive to this matter! You're panic. It does no good with the impulse. Trust me. Leave it to me!" Lyra didn't say anything and sort of agreed.

After learning that there were no suspicious people, he asked Ted and Brad to quietly look throughout Lyre Spiti.

Ten minutes later, Ted found Sophia who was holding Molly in a quiet corner of the back garden.

Lyra and Malcolm rushed over immediately.

Sophia saw the two and looked confused, "Sir, ma'am, why do you look like that? What's going on?" Lyra wanted to go up and confront her, but was stopped by Malcolm.

Malcolm asked in a flat tone, "Sophia, why did you bring Molly into the backyard?" Sophia explained, "Mr. Malcolm, just as soon as you left, Molly woke up, babbling and fussing. | was afraid she would wake Spencer up again, so | took her to the quiet backyard to coax her to look at the little colored lights. She just fell asleep. | was about to carry her back to the room, and here you are. " After listening to her explanation, Lyra was slightly relieved and walked up to check on Molly who was in Sophia's arms.

Molly was indeed sleeping, and on her wrist was a silver bracelet she had bought herself. It was engraved with her name.

By this moment, she could completely relax.

Malcolm smiled slightly and soothed her, "Honey, | told you. You're too nervous." Tonight's banquet was crowded and chaotic. The two of them had sent people to guard the front and back gates beforehand to make all the security preparations.

But Lyra was still uneasy. She still thought two people were needed at the same time to watch the babies. With multiple guards and security, she could only rest assured.

Malcolm felt that she was really over-stressed about the babies.

As for his relaxed tone of reassurance, Lyra raised her eyes and gave him a cold glare. She said nothing, stepped forward to take Molly from Sophia's arms and carried her upstairs herself.

Malcolm looked at her coldly leaving back, and felt doomed.

Rara seemed to be really angry with him. She was not going to kick him out of the room and let him sleep in a separate room tonight, was she? * Late at night.

All was silent throughout Lyre Spiti, and everything seemed to be in harmony.

However, the third floor bedroom still had a warm and dim bedside lamp on.

Malcolm knelt under the scrub board which was next to the bed. There was cold sweat on his forehead, and his body was shaking slightly to endure the pain.

He guessed it right. Rara was really angry, but fortunately she was not cruel enough to let him sleep in a separate room. She only punished him by asking him kneel on a rubbing board.

However, Rara did not give him a specific time to get up.

The two had been together for so long. The usual little punishments were just playful, and they had never been so serious before.

He was tortured by the scrubs for more than two hours for the first time.

The sharp pain in her knees stung, and Lyra's face, which was leaning on the bed, looked cold.

He gritted his teeth and went to hold the bed with one hand to ease the pain, "Rara..." Lyra ignored him.

He restlessly snuck his hand under the blanket and poked her warm feet. His voice sounded aggrieved, "Honey, look at me." Lyra then put down her phone and looked at him with a serious expression, "I clearly told you to keep a close eye on our babies.

Why did you leave?" Malcolm felt even more aggrieved, "Because | care about you. You just recuperated but you had to be busy with the party. | was trying to help you. Anyway, for our babies, we got Sophia and we have prepared everything in advance. Nothing will happen." "Nothing will happen?" Lyra snorted lightly, "It's just that nothing happened this time, what about next time? How many times can we take a risk? Malcolm, the only person I trust in the whole Lyre Spiti is you. When you were asked to watch our babies, you ran away and almost caused a big disaster. You still think you're right?" She felt disappointed and even felt that Malcolm didn't care much about the two babies.

When Molly wasn't at the room at that time, he was not anxious at all, but asserted eloquently.

The more she thought about it, the more she got angry. She went to get the ruler from the drawer and sat cross-legged on the bed. Her tone sounded serious, "Reach out." It'd been a long, long time since Rara hired Sophia as the nanny.

Tonight, it seemed that it would not be peaceful.

Malcolm didn't move and still said by a fluke, "Rara, it's so late. Our villa is quiet, and the beating is so loud that other person will hear that." This other person, naturally, refereed to Sophia, who was sleeping in the nursery.

Lyra was unswayed, "So what if she can hear it? You just did something wrong today and you need to be punished based on the family rules. Who dares say that | don't do right thing?" Lyra didn't want to mess with him and was determined to teach him a lesson, "Come on, hands!" It had been too long since he had not been beaten up, and Malcolm resisted one more time for the first time.

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