Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Chapter 441 Blood Was Thicker Than Water

"I can explain the news." After confirming that she had returned safely, the anger in his eyes finally subsided a little. However, he heard Lyra say coldly, "There is no need for that. If you get married again this time, I won't make a scene."

"You..." He felt like something was stuck in his throat.

In the distance, Jasper and Keith drove over.

"Why is the atmosphere between the two of them not quite right?" Jasper frowned and felt a little worried. "I feel like the president has been dumped again," Keith answered.

Again?

Jasper took a deep breath. He had thought that Hank would regain his senses when Lyra returned, but now it seemed she had added fuel to the fire. "If there's nothing else, please move aside." Lyra subconsciously took the bag to her side.

The man's attention was all on her face. "If I really want to marry Ellie, you won't care?"

"Of course not, I have said it many times. Mr. Barnwell's memory has regressed too much."

Lyra said and went straight in.

Hank stood alone in the same place, the last trace of warmth in his eyes disappearing. "Hank, don't worry. She must be tired after sitting on the boat all the way, or scared by those people. You can have a good talk tomorrow." Apart from being a peacemaker, Jasper did not know what else he could do. At this time, Hank's face was full of indifference. "She is right, there is no need for that." It was he who had kept pestering her one-sided. She did not care at all, right? He looked in the direction of the Jones family, then turned around. The coldness around him dispersed, and he sat in the car without saying anything as if his soul had been extracted "Keith, keep an eye on him today. Something is wrong with him."

Keith couldn't help but nod. He also felt the same way. Lyra pushed open the door and was frightened by the messy scene in front of her. Then there was another noise upstairs. She hurriedly ran up. "Sister Zhang!" "Miss Jones, you're finally back. I really don't know what to do." Sister Zhang was so anxious that her head was covered in sweat. She had no choice but to hug Alma to prevent her from smashing the entire house. Alma's face was pale and she had just fainted. "Sorry to trouble you, Sister Zhang. Let me do it." Lyra went forward and helped Alma to the bed. She treated the wounds on her hands and body, and Sister Zhang also cleaned up the room.

It was two hours later when she finished doing all this.

Sister Zhang stood at the door of the room and hesitated for a long time. "Miss Jones, do you want to tell Sir? It's too worrying for Miss Kensley to be at home like this." Thinking about everything that had just happened, Sister Zhang still had lingering fears.

Lyra shook her head. "There's no need to trouble him. Sister Zhang, I'll hire someone as soon as possible. Before that, I'll have to trouble you to help me. I'll give you the salary according to the standards there."

"Miss Jones, you know that's not what I meant. I'm just afraid that it'll be very dangerous if you're the only one at home," Sister Zhang sighed. "I know," Lyra replied lightly. That night on the boat she had been like this, frightened all the time.

Sister Zhang watched her put away the medicine and gauze used for bandaging and also rushed to help. Neither of them noticed that the person sleeping on the bed had opened her eyes. Almost in an instant, Alma grabbed Lyra.

Her fingernails almost dug into Lyra's flesh. Her eyes were filled with hatred. "Why did you bring me back? Are you trying to kill me?" She kept shouting, and her voice became more and more hoarse. In the end, she could only lean back against the bed, gasping for breath. Sister Zhang quickly went over and pulled Lyra. "This..." Her arm was covered with blood marks. It could be seen how much strength Alma had used. If she had not been so weak, the wound would probably be deeper. "Miss Jones, I'll help you deal with it first. It won't be good if you get infected."

The iodine was pressed on her skin bit by bit, and the stinging pain immediately followed. Lyra frowned, but her mood was extremely steady. She slowly lifted her eyes and looked at Alma, saying word by word, "I don't care about your life or death, but our parents do. Even if you want to die, don't let me know."

"Heh, what kind of good person are you pretending to be? The person in the world who wants me to disappear the most is you!" Alma said as she bit her lip. "All of them used me as a substitute for you." If not for Lyra, Ellie wouldn't have hated her. "Those people said that I would never be able to quit those things I got injected with. You might as well let me die in the sea," Alma muttered to herself as she looked down at the needle on her wrist. Over the past few days, Lyra had also felt that Alma was likely to have a dependence on certain drugs. Charles' subordinates revealed panicked expressions at the time. They had isolated Alma alone to protect the other stowaways. After all, they had to rely on this kind of business to make money. This kind of thing was definitely not good to quit. "It's fine. You have already endured for a week. You are about to succeed." "So long?" Alma exclaimed in surprise, and her eyes finally lit up. Sister Zhang treated Lyra's wound and quietly left the room. Hearing the sound of the door closing, Alma closed her eyes in a daze. "I remember her. She is the Barnwell family's servant. I didn't expect that the final winner would still be you. Even Ellie is no.match for you. How can Hank be so dedicated?"

These words were filled with endless sorrow.

It also made Lyra very clear that the person who had sent Alma abroad was Ellie. After she got off the boat, the people who had chased her with guns must have been bribed by the Hunters and wanted her to be buried in a foreign country. If Charles hadn't barged into her room by accident, she wouldn't be standing here alive. Thinking back to the car that crashed into the cargo box at the dock, her heart trembled even more. Knowing that she was still alive, those people really hadn't left any leeway. "However, I won't admit that you saved me. I don't need your pity and sympathy at all." "Okay," Lyra responded lightly. Alma was stunned for a long time. Her eyes were closed, but her tears fell down her cheeks and went down to her thin

neck. She turned her head and wrapped herself tightly with the quilt. Lyra sat there. After a long time, she said, "Don't go out. No one knows that you are back. I will try to get news from Lachlan. I will let Sister Zhang cook and clean up for the time being. Other than her, I don't trust anyone else for the time being." She stood up. Her hand had just touched the door when she clearly saw the body of the person on the bed tense up.

Her hand softened and she put it on the door handle. "I won't go to the company recently. I will stay at home. As for the police, I will also say that I haven't seen you at all." She opened the door and walked out. She had mixed feelings in her heart. Step by step, she went down the stairs and tried to adjust her breathing a few times before she could stop her tears from falling. She knew that Alma only had herself to blame for this. She had been manipulated by the Kensley family and Huaien, which led to this result. However, blood was thicker than water. She only hoped that this matter would pass as soon as possible. "Miss Jones, your phone is ringing." Sister Zhang reminded her from the kitchen.