Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Chapter 384 Unable to Explain

She reluctantly closed the door. When she arrived at the Barnwell family, the person who opened the door was Alma. "You came really quickly. He has already fallen asleep. Should I help you wake him up?" Alma tilted her head and smiled. She looked like a hostess and her cheeks were slightly tipsy. Obviously, she had drunk some wine.

The room was filled with a faint smell of wine. It inevitably made Lyra feel that she was the one who should not have appeared. "Don't misunderstand him. I came here by myself. I only drank a few mouthfuls of his wine. He didn't know at all."

"What are you trying to do?" Lyra frowned. She had spent a lot of effort trying to deal with Huaien, but Alma was willing to be the chess piece in that person's hands. If this continued, how could the matter end? Alma smiled indifferently, and the smile on her lips grew deeper and deeper.

"Even at this time, you still refuse to tell me the truth. What can I do? Of course, I need to snatch Hank back."

She wanted to win against Lyra, and this was the fastest way. Moreover, she didn't want to have Hank. Once she succeeded, she would kick him away. Lyra frowned and didn't say a word. "What? Only you can get back together with him, and I can't? Besides, you haven't got remarried yet. You are not qualified to lecture me." Alma sneered. She loosened her grip and turned to walk into the living room. "It's up to you whether you want to come in or not." She walked lightly between the sofa and the coffee table. She swayed her feet and lay down on the sofa.

"Alma, you..." "Huh?"

"Actually, it's not impossible for us to serve a man together," she said with a charming smile.

Lyra rushed over and gave her a slap. When she retracted her hand, she was also shocked.

Alma appeared very calm. She slowly lifted her eyes and her smile gradually deepened. "Who are you to hit me? Sister?" Lyra could not believe what she had heard. She knew!

Did Huaien tell her, or Lachlan?

She looked at Alma, her eyes shaking with chaotic emotions, and her heartbeat that could not be suppressed was deafening. "Don't look at me with a gaze full of pity and sympathy. How am I worthy for you to worry about me? You can become your Mrs. Barnwell again, and you don't have to care about my life at all, because you never thought of recognizing me! No matter what kind of life I live in the Kensley family, you don't have to care!" Alma growled, a look of contempt on her face. "Oh, I almost forgot. You hated me a long time ago. You hated me for snatching Hank away. It's your shame to have a sister like me." Her words seemed to turn into knives that pierced through Lyra's heart. "Who told you that?"

The smile on Alma's lips grew even wider. "Is this question important?" She immediately turned around and circled around the Barnwell family's living room. "Since I was a child, I have always been the apple in their eye. I grew up in Lachlan's hands. But ever since I met you, my life has been like a broken mirror that can never be restored to its original state."

"From the beginning, Lachlan was lying to you." Lyra endured it but still did not tell her the truth about her father's death.

The culprit who caused the Jones family to become like this today and made them separate for several years was Lachlan.

"But do you know how good he was to me before I knew that I was actually someone else's daughter? He bought the most expensive bag for me, giving me the opportunity to get close to the most powerful man. He did much more than my biological father!" Alma sneered.

"No..."

Lyra opened her mouth to explain, but Alma picked up a vase from the side and rushed toward her. In a moment of desperation, she was pulled to the side by a force. The vase shattered on the ground, and Lyra was protected behind Hank. He had not fallen asleep at all but wanted to hide from Alma, so he had pretended to be drunk and returned to the room.

He had clearly heard their conversation just now. "That's enough." Alma was left alone by the side. When she saw how concerned Hank was about Lyra, her heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife. How much had she paid? In the end, it was just a stepping stone for their love. Lifting her eyes to look over, Alma's eyes were filled with loathing. "The two of you are really a match made in heaven." "Now you can tell me, who is the person who caused all of this!" Hank's cold and handsome face was filled with anger. He would not give others a second chance. At this moment, Lyra's heart also clenched. Alma looked at the two of them and lowered her head with a chuckle. "Aren't you tired of acting for each other? Hank, you know that she is lying to you. If she really wants to get back together with you, why wait until today?" "She has hated you for a long time. Even if she is lying in your arms, she is thinking of another man." "You asked me who is the mastermind behind the scenes? Sorry, I will never tell you in my life. Moreover, Lyra will not tell you either." With that, she fell backward, unconscious.

"Alma!"

Lyra rushed over and kept calling her. She immediately called an ambulance. Behind her, Hank stared at her back and asked in a cold voice, "Why are you here tonight?" Lyra had not come for him.

"Answer me." The man suppressed the anger in his chest and his eyes were as sharp as knives.

"Now is not the time to talk about this." Lyra heard the shouts behind her. She did not intend to care about Alma anymore, but she could not watch anything happen to Alma in front of her. However, the more she kept silent, the angrier Hank became. Until he sent Alma to the emergency room in the hospital, he was waiting for Lyra's answer. "Mr. Barnwell, Miss Kensley is out of danger, but the doctor said that she needs to stay in the hospital for observation." "Block all the news."

"Yes, Mr. Barnwell." Keith accepted the order and immediately went to arrange it.

The corridor was extremely quiet. Lyra lowered her head and sat there. She felt that the man was getting closer and closer. She bit her lips.

"Can't you tell me the truth even now? Am I so hard for you to believe?"

Hank clenched his palm. He was already trying his best to control his emotions.

During this period of time, he had used all sorts of reasons to numb himself. He just wanted to wait until she took the initiative to confess everything to him. "Or do you trust Nore more than you trust me?" He couldn't suppress his anger and got up to leave. Lyra stayed where she was and felt very uncomfortable. She looked up and saw that the man had already gone far away. The repressed feelings surged over, but she finally resisted the idea of chasing him to explain. Even if she said it, it wouldn't change anything. The lights in the operating room went out. Alma was pushed to the ward by the nurse. Lyra walked over and walked at the back.

She still had a lot to do.

Hank, sorry.