After divorce I am a billionaire

The atmosphere in the bedroom became delicate once again because of Lyra's words.

Travis denied it, "I didn't! Grandpa, | really did not collude with anyone to harm Malcolm. He deliberately made fun of me at the hall tonight!" Rudolph weakly half leaned on the head of the bed, observed the expressions of several young people and looked at each of them once.

When he was young man, he was a leading figure both in the military and business. Even though he was sick and slow in thinking, he could quickly find that this was not that simple but strange.

And it was Lyra who said those, so it even implicated Lyra.

Then it was not just about the White family. It was also about the Lloyd family.

It would be more than a family's affair.

He was silent for a while before looking at Lyra, "Rara, if what you said is real, what are you going to do about it?" Lyra smiled gently, but her language was sharp, "It depends on whether you want to settle it publicly or privately?" Travis's eyes lit up with her words.

It could be dealt with privately? Lyra turned out to be here to give them support? His thigh was injured and he was in a kneeling position. It was so painful that he could hardly breathe. And his face became paler and paler.

Ryan sharply noticed that his son's state was not right, and rushed forward to help him.

The medical team was present and could bandage him up.

After asking Rudolph for permission, Ryan took Travis to a chair and let him sit down.

And the matter of Rudolph's coma was still under discussion.

Rudolph asked, "What about publicly? And what about privately?" "If go public, he should serve to a sentence according to the evidence collected by Chad. Travis raised a gun against the director of NIB and tried to shoot and kill him. This is not a trivial matter.” The moment when Lyra finished speaking, Travis immediately shouted from the back, "No way! I'm not going to prison even if | diet" Malcolm, seeing that he still had the time to talk back, looked sullen and said coldly, "No painkillers for him. Make him hurt more so he can learn a lesson.” "Yes, Mr. Malcolm." Travis's face was pale and wan and his cold sweat was like rain falling down. Clutching the armrests of the chair, he was going to retort Malcolm, "Malcolm, do you want me to die so badly? Ah! Ouch! Ouch!" The doctor dabbed a cotton swab with alcohol and the moment it touched the wound, Travis kept wailing and instantly lost his momentum.

Lyra ignored him and continued, "Grandpa, if you take it privately, just follow the rules of the family and punish him with the whip." Ryan said, "Then whip Travis ten times. | think he'll not dare do it next time." Lyra smiled, "Only ten? Ryan, will it be too simple? Travis tried to kill grandpa. Thirty times at least. He caused me to be detained at the police station because of this incident. It's worth another ten times. He disrespected the family head, and even raised a gun. Twenty times." Her eyes looked delicate. She gestured and pretended to count the number, "That is sixty times all together. If Travis can withstand, then settle it in private.” Because of the lack of painkilling medication, Travis had been in a trance of pain. For what Lyra said later, he was completely absent-minded. And he was too painful to listen to her words.

Ryan stood up and objected, "Travis is already in poor health, and now he suffers a gunshot wound. Not to mention the sixty times of whipping, he can't even withstand thirty times. Do you want him to die?" Lyra laughed, "When Malcolm gave me his entire properties, including the shares of White Corp, he was told by Travis to double his fine. If I hadn't arrived in time, he would have nearly whipped eighty times. So you were trying to kill him, too?" Ryan choked and froze for a while before saying, "The two things are not the same in nature." Lyra said, "It's different. For Travis, the nature of the incident is much wore than Malcolm's, but | don't make it double, right? Sixty. It's just based on the White family's rules." Ryan was speechless.

If making it public, Travis would be sent to High-order Prison to serve a sentence at least ten years.

If private, Travis had to go to the hall to be whipped sixty times.

Whatever he chose, Travis would be dead anyway.

Ryan did not want to talk with her but paid attention to Rudolph, "Dad, say something. With such two ways, Travis will die! There are only few young generation. Do you really bear to watch your grandson die? " Rudolph was old and didn't want to care about that. He was no longer so disciplined as when he was young. When he was old, he just hoped his children healthy and well.

Travis may be at fault, but watching him die was not an option.

After a moment of deliberation, Rudolph turned his attention to Malcolm, "Malcolm ..." Before he could say anything, Malcolm already understood what he meant.

"I know you can't let go. After all, he's your grandson but | can take a step back.” Ryan was brightened up and hastened to compliment him, "Malcolm, you're such a good and filial boy. How about this ..." He interrupted Ryan, "There is a third way to deal with it. Between public and private, there's a compromising way to do. When Travis's leg injury is almost healed, whip him thirty times and send him to High-order Prison to serve five years. The two punishments at the same time is not heavy enough to harm his life. This is my only concession." Ryan was speechless. It became that Travis had to suffer both. It was all about torture! "Malcolm, you ..." Malcolm's face did not change and his attitude was firm, "Grandpa, Travis is an adult. He must pay for his actions and he must be shown the error of his ways. Neither of these punishments will be too severe. I'll have someone control the force and leave him alive.” Since Malcolm said so, Rudolph knew he had backed off to the limit.

After a sigh, Rudolph tucked himself in, "Well, I'll no longer involve in this. You are the head of the family. You can do it as you wish." Ryan: "Dad!" Rudolph closed his eyes and didn't want to hear from him, "I'm tired. | want to rest. You all can leave." Even the medical team was driven away by him. And Charles did not stay. All of them went out of the bedroom one after another and closed the door.

Travis was giddy and was carried by the medical team's doctors, with Ryan carefully helping beside him.

Malcolm and Lyra walked side by side down the aisle.

Until they completely left the floor, Malcolm said, "I will fulfill the promise | just made to grandpa. Whip him thirty times and send him to the prison to serve five years. It's my bottom line. For Travis's leg injury, I'll give him a week of recovery. Then he will come to fulfill the punishment.” After all, there was still a week left. Ryan glared at the couple, said nothing and helped to support Travis, who had completely fainted from the pain. They quickly left the villa and went home to recuperate.

Late at night, insects and birds were chirping.

Lyra couldn't sleep because she was dealing with all this crap.

She offered to take Malcolm's hand and interlocked her fingers.

The babies were already asleep, so Lyra wasn't going to go up and disturb their sleep. She went straight out of the villa with Malcolm.

Chad was right after the two, following them along. Although he knew they were displaying their affection, he had seen it many times and wouldn't feel embarrassed.

In the darkness of the night, the street lights in the alley of the White Mansion were dim.

The trio walked through the alleyways. Chad was following them at a slow pace, keeping a slightly safer distance from the two in front of them, until they reached Lyre Spiti.

Just before reaching the door, Lyra saw a girl standing in place under the streetlight, seemingly waiting for them deliberately.

It was Keira.

Seeing Lyra and Malcolm return, she rushed forward, "Lyra, Mr. Malcolm, you're really back. What about Chad?"