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The two stared at each other. Katelyn was defeated and could only grit her teeth in hatred.

"Fine! | believe you once, but if anything happens to my daughter, I'll kill you, even if | have to risk my life!" Without her standing in the way, Lyra entered the room unhindered and ordered someone to pick up Abigail.

With Katelyn's reluctant and worried expression, Abigail was taken away.

By the tLyra returned to Keith's villa, it was at nightfall.

The afterglow of the sunset tinged the sky with a gentle orange color, enveloping the entire Frayton in a soft glow.

Keith picked a guest room, settled Abigail in, and joined Lyra on the couch to discuss the next steps.

Abigail's expression was calm. Her eyes were tightly closed, as if she was sleeping peacefully.

"Her condition looks stable, and all vital signs are normal.” Keith took the examination report from his personal doctor and rubbed his chin.

Lyra took the report and looked again at Abigail in the bed. Her shapely eyebrows furrowed.

"It's hard to get her out of the vegetative state. The Matthews family spends a lot of money hiring famous doctors from hand abroad, but they couldn't do anything about it. If we want to start with Abigail, we have to use our trump card." Keith knocked on the coffee table with his knuckles and turned an ashtray around.

"You mean?" A glint of doubt flashed in Lyra's eyes.

"Rara, do you even forget this?" Keith tapped her gently on the head helplessly.

"Have you forgotten that you have a medical elite brother? Not many people in this world can question his medical skills and authority." It dawned on Lyra that she hadn't been in touch with the Lloyd family for so long that she had forgotten that her second brother, Micah Lloyd, was such an excellent person.

"But ...Micah is usually reticent, withdrawn and eccentric, and always busy. He lives in the neighbor city. He may not be willing to help this favor." Lyra was not overwhelmed by the joy, and after thinking about it, she spoke cautiously.

"To be on the safe side, I'll make a trip to the city to visit him myself even if | have to tie him up to Frayton.” Abigail was the key today, and she must ensure that every step of the plan was flawless.

Melvin gave the media and the public five days.

And now two days had passed.

She intended to make a shocking reversal in the outcof the whole thing in three days, so she must speed things up.

"Keith, no tto lose. I'll go to the city tonight and invite Micah over." Lyra took her bag.

"In such a hurry? But | don't usually like to use private jets, so | can't have someone send you there." Keith was a little worried.

"No, there is still a flight to the city in the evening. | will go by civil aviation." Lyra continued as she packed up, "You must remember to take care of everything! Arrange bodyguards to reinforce the villa's defense!" Keith watched her back as she disappeared into the night and sighed.

"Got it, Rara! Always in a hurry." Irene lay in a bathtub full of bubbles and roses, trying to dispel the day's fatigue with the warm water.

Every now and then she turned on her phone to check for new messages.

She had been suppressed her anger since she was dragged away from the hill by Peter today.

Knowing that the people she hired would definitely fail when Keith and Melvin arrived, she was still upset and secretly investigating Lyra's whereabouts.

"Report Miss, we have a news. Her trip is suspected to be a certain large hospital in the neighbor city. She'll leave in a great hurry and is about to take tonight's flight.” Irene sat up from the water and read the message several more times, getting suspicious.

Melissa was beaten, but her injuries were not life-threatening.

Frayton's experienced doctors were good enough to cure her.

Why did Lyra have to go to the neighbor city's hospital in the night? She immediately called Charlotte, but was unable to reach.

"Go wrong at the critical moment!" Irene threw her phone aside with hatred, quickly changed her clothes and drove to the city hospital late at night.

The VIP ward was already very quiet, and it was even more silent at night. Irene explained her identity to the bodyguard guarding the door and quietly walked in.

"| called you. Why did you turn off your phone?" Irene gave her an angry look, "I have to run over here to look for you in the middle of the night." "I was overheard by Melvin on the phone during the day. Since then, my phone has been bugged by Melvin, and that's all | can do." After Charlotte explained, she asked reluctantly, "Is our plan still going well? Nothing has gone wrong, right?" "Don't mention it. That little bitch actually knows jujitsu. Those men are no match for her." At the mention of this failed operation, Irene was furious, "I sent someone to investigate her schedule and found out she is going to the neighbor city hospital tonight. Who knows what she is trying to do again?" When Charlotte heard this, she was also extraordinarily puzzled.

"The neighbor city's hospital? Your people are not mistaken, aren't they?" "What do you mean by that? They're my family's henchmen. Of course the information is true." Irene had a displeased look on her face.

"So she goes to the neighbor city's hospital because of what? Wait, the hospital ...the neighbor city's hospital!" Charlotte seemed to remember something and reacted, "Have someone go to the first VIP ward on the fourth floor and see if Abigail is still there! Be quick!" "What's your hurry? I'll arrange for someone to go there." Irene gave her a disgusted glare and told Peter to go up to the fourth floor as Charlotte had said.

A few moments later, Peter returned to Charlotte's room with a grim expression.

"Miss Matthews upstairs is missing." "It's true!" Charlotte panicked and clutched the corner of a blanket, "What do we do now? That bitch Lyra must have taken her away! If that incident is exposed, we ..." Irene, however, didn't care a dump.

"What are you panicking about? Just hurry up and find Abigail. Not to mention her, | will not just let Lyra go off." Charlotte was still anxious, "That's easy for you to say. Has she gotten on the plane? We don't stand a chance! In case she can really cure Abigail, then later ..." A chill ran down her back, and she didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Irene looked at her, rolled her eyes and said, "I've sent someone to check. There's still an hour and a half before she boards the plane. It is enough forto arrange someone to go there." "I know she knows jujitsu. This tI'll get a few more powerful fighters to take care of her silently in the cabin. Who else can ruin our plan then?" Irene said it over and over again, felt proud of herself, and immediately took out her phone and prepared to arrange it.

"Wait!" Charlotte was quick to stop her and gave her a sinister smile when Irene was uncomprehending.

"I have a more suitable candidate than your men!"