After divorce I am a billionaire

The brothers of the Lloyd family were all there, and it was as lively as a small party.

Everyone took turns to hug Molly and couldn't put her down.

Molly was not frightened by their behaviors at all. She laughed happily and seemed to be cheerful and hospitable.

Rudolph sat in the wheelchair, watching from a distance and seeing the sadness on the faces of Lyra and Malcolm.

Charles pushed his wheelchair slowly forward, and Rudolph whispered, "Malcolm, why is there only Momo? Where is Spencer?” Lyra froze.

About Malcolm's S404 biochemical virus, because they were afraid Rudolph would be worried, the Whites kept the secret from him.

Rudolph didn't know that Malcolm had just returned from Frayton and was vomiting blood every day because of the virus.

Chad was the one who knew the inside story the most, and stopped laughing. His expression turned grim and he glanced at Malcolm's expression.

The Lloyd family knew about the virus but they didn't know that the virus factor might be passed on to the baby. After hearing the question from Rudolph, they looked at Lyra and Malcolm.

Malcolm's face looked calm, "The weather changes recently. Spencer catches a cold and is in the hospital for an infusion, so he didn't cback home." Rudolph becvery worried, "Today is also Spencer's first birthday. You let him receive the treatment alone in the hospital? Which hospital? | will send people to bring Spencer back immediately. We have elite medical staff in Lyre Spiti. Spencer has a cold. You can let him stay at hfor the treatment, so why go to the hospital?" In response to his question, Lyra lowered her eyes and pursed her red lips stiffly. Her expression was a little unnatural.

Malcolm was much calmer than her, and said concisely, "Anthony is in the hospital. He is the godfather of the babies and will take care of Spencer." Lyra nodded in agreement, "Originally, Malcolm and | also wanted to stay in the hospital, but Momo was hungry, so we had to bring Momo back first." In their explanations, they avoided the important fact and deliberately ignored Rudolph'’s question about why Spencer was in the hospital.

But since Malcolm had said it was a cold, and it had been arranged properly, it was natural for others not to say anything.

However, Rudolph's attention was on Malcolm's attitude just now.

He responded with a tone of detachment, as if he just coped with this question.

Rudolph sighed softly, "Malcolm, cwith me. | have a few words to tell you alone." Malcolm didn't answer.

Rudolph pushed his wheelchair and walked out of the villa, "Cwith me." Malcolm followed him silently and saw it was a little difficult for Rudolph to push the wheelchair by himself, so he had to take two steps forward and personally pushed his wheelchair out of the living room.

Lyra watched their back leaving for a long time, until Keira called her to turn her attention back.

"Lyra, | bought an ice cream cake. At dinner, Spencer should have finished the infusion, right? Would you like to bring Spencer back and let the two babies blow out candles and eat a little cake?" "No, Spencer is weak. | guess he will be hospitalized for a few days and will not cback for the tbeing." Abigail said, "Poor Spencer. He's actually sick and hospitalized on his birthday. Why don't we make a video call with Mr. Callahan from the hospital when we cut the cake at night? And let the two babies liven it up?” Lyra still refused, "No need. Spencer has received the infusion for a day. He must be very tired, and it takes troubles to make a video call ..." She said so, and the others had to give up.

Collin sat on the sofa and had his eyes on her.

Lyra grew up with him. If she wanted to lie and cover up, she couldn't manage it.

But what was she trying to hide? Spencer ... was there something else going on? Although he was suspicious, Collin dared not ask.

This the brought birthday presents for the babies and cto Lyre Spiti, and Lyra finally accepted him and let him enter the house.

Although she didn't say a word to him and treated him as air, his relation with her seemed to be much closer, and Collin was content.

Besides, even if he asked, Lyra didn't fully trust him at the moment, and he was afraid she won't tell the truth.

Collin calmed his mind and went to play with Molly with Kathleen.

Outside the villa.

Malcolm pushed Rudolph to a quiet corner of the villa's backyard.

"Malcolm, right here." Malcolm heard it, let go of the wheelchair, took a step back, and stood up straight in a calm demeanor.

Rudolph pressed a button on the armrest and turned the smart wheelchair to face Malcolm.

From this perspective, he had to look up at Malcolm.

Malcolm was too tall and Rudolph felt uncomfortable to look at him in this way.

"Can you squat down? | have a bad neck, and feel tired after looking up for a while." Malcolm's thin lips pursed tightly. He looked down but Rudolph was unable to see his expression clearly.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he squatted in place and in a standard military way, being one meter away from Rudolph's feet.

Rudolph felt his heart tingled, "I don't want to punish you, so you don't have to be so disciplined. Now you are the man in power who can stand on your own. | won't interfere in any decision you make, let alone strictly managing you by militarization when you were a child. You can squat more casually.” Malcolm didn't raise his eyes to look at him, and his tone was indifferent, "I'm used to it." He couldn't let himself be free and undisciplined.

Rudolph sighed softly and reached for him with his wrinkled hands, only to find that the distance was too far.

"Can you ccloser? | can't touch you anymore.” This time, Malcolm hesitated even longer and squatted for a few minutes before slowly getting up and squatting down at his feet.

Rudolph carefully touched his short hair, feeling very emotional.

"You're angry with me, right? You think | don't trust you enough, and | even arranged people in the bureau. You think | am sorry for your parents, and also for you." Speaking of the past, Rudolph's fingertips trembled and he took a deep breath.

Malcolm felt his loving caressing, and still said simply, "No." "Lie." Rudolph raised his fingertips and tapped his head lightly.

Although it was a reprimand, it sounded a little doting.

Rudolph, who used to be a powerful man in the military field, never admitted his mistake.

Malcolm was shocked and told him truth, "I have complained, but | don't think you need to be sorry for me." He actually understood his choice.

The eldest son and his wife had already passed away and will never cback. It was impossible to lose his other two sons for this.

What was more, Rudolph raised him. Although he was very strict and Malcolm was often beaten and punished, Rudolph never treated him badly.

Rudolph didn't need to feel sorry for him.

It was hard for him to overcthe difficulties, and he felt it disgusting, so he didn't go to Rudolph's villa for a few months for a walk.

Now Rudolph was talking to him in a soft tone and the distress in his heart seemed to be vanishing a little bit.

Rudolph's eyes were slightly red, and his fingers trembled even more. He patted his broad shoulder, explaining it for the first time...