Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Chapter 490 Mr. Barnwell Came Home to Cook

The man walked into the room and stood beside Lyra for a long time. Even when she fell asleep, her brows were furrowed. "What exactly happened that made you feel so uncomfortable?" He sat down, his deep eyes full of concern.

The phone screen lit up. It was a message from Keith. "Mr. Barnwell, I have checked it. Miss Jones went to the Huixin Hospital for a prenatal checkup during the day. The results are normal. The background of this hospital is also very clean. Also, the people from the Jones group have checked the relevant information as well."

In other words, she had planned to go to this hospital.

Then why did she break down like this? "Lyra, promise me not to give up our child so easily. We can talk about anything." When Alma was pregnant, he was so resistant to it that he thought he could not bear the responsibility of being a father, and he could not give the child a happy and warm family.

Now that he knew that Lyra was pregnant, he finally understood. It was just because it was not her. If it was her, even if the legal marriage had failed, he would still be willing to be responsible for her and the child. He slowly straightened up and strolled out of the room. As soon as the door closed, the person on the bed opened her eyes. Her face was so pale, but her eyes were bright and moving. Tears fell down her cheeks and silently wet the pillow towel.

After a few rounds of investigation, the Barnwell group was officially free. All the relevant people were actively cooperating with the police. After the final investigation, the lack of funds for this project was not the responsibility of Hank alone, but someone deliberately framed him behind the scenes. The Legal Department had just drafted the relevant documents, and two directors and high-level managers of the company resigned.

They also admitted that all the things were secretly planned by them and were willing to bear all legal responsibilities. Keith felt that something was wrong. When they investigated before, these people had nothing to do with this matter at all.

Now, they jumped out and said that they would take responsibility. It was simply ridiculous. "Mr. Barnwell won't see you." "Keith, you didn't even tell Mr. Barnwell. How do you know that Mr. Barnwell doesn't want to see us? Give this to Mr. Barnwell and he will see me." Manager Wu handed over a contract.

His expression of looking down on people really made people angry. Keith stared at them and warned them fiercely, "Do you think that the matter will end if Mr. Barnwell forgives you? According to the crimes you have committed, you will be sentenced to at least 15 years. For the next half of your life, you can spend it in prison." "That long?"

A female manager could not help but exclaim. "Keith, we are all from the same company. You don't have to curse us like this, do you? We have already admitted our guilt. No matter what, the judge will punish us accordingly!" "When Mr. Barnwell was in court, why didn't you act so righteous? Mr. Barnwell is busy now. You can go back and wait for the news." Keith retorted bluntly. After that, he closed the office door. Those people were like leeches sucking people's blood. Hank treated them well, but they actually...

"What's going on?" The man sat in front of his desk and raised his eyes to look at his little assistant.

Keith walked over to him. He whispered everything that had just happened. "I'm sorry, Mr. Barnwell. I shouldn't have done that." Keith lowered his head very low, as if he was afraid that Hank would be angry, and added, "But they were obviously bribed! They just wanted to take advantage of this time to absolve the mastermind of the crime." As for who the mastermind was, it was already clear. "It seems that Second Uncle is indeed better than me when it comes to winning people over. Bring it over, let me have a look," Hank said with a self-deprecating smile. Keith reluctantly handed it over. He quietly observed his president's expression and found that he did not seem to care about this at all. "Mr. Barnwell, aren't you angry?"

Hank looked at the words on the paper and slowly frowned. His whole mind was now focused on Lyra and the child. As for these, he was too lazy to think about them. "You talk to the legal department and deal with it," Hank said, picked up his coat, and was about to go out. "Mr. Barnwell, where are you going?" Keith asked hurriedly: "I'm going home to cook." After so many years, he walked into the market alone and bought all the things that Lyra liked to eat. He also picked the freshest fruits. "Sir, would you like some more seafood?" A shop owner shouted. "No need, my wife doesn't like it." Hank carried the bag of vegetables with both hands and drove away. "Which woman is so lucky? He is handsome and rich, and he even cooks!" "Marrying this kind of man is a lifetime blessing." Hank brought the food to the Jones family's door, but he was locked outside. The password was changed? He held the door handle with his right hand. After hesitating for a while, he dialed Sister Zhang's number, but he couldn't get through no matter what. He had no choice but to press the doorbell. He just didn't want to wake her up. After waiting for a while, he didn't see Lyra open the door. Instead, he saw Nore. "Why are you here?" Nore held the dessert he had just bought in his hand and looked at the man on the steps with a frown. Then he glanced at the lock. Hank's face was cold and his eyes were slightly dark. "The password is changed..." Before he finished speaking, Nore had already pressed the correct password and walked in.

Hearing the door open, Lyra also came down from upstairs. Wrapped in a blanket, she looked very weak. She stepped down the stairs and saw two men standing at the door. She could not help but frown. "Why are you here?" Hank instantly understood.

He was the only uninvited guest. He turned around and took the vegetables and fruits he bought into the kitchen. He did not ask more and rolled up his sleeves to start cooking. "What's wrong with him?" Nore asked as he brought the dessert to Lyra. "Don't worry about him."

Lyra paused, then looked at Nore. "How is Sonny?"

After returning from that place, she had no time to go over and take a look. "Don't worry, no one will find trouble with him. He has also thought it through. Like me, he retired. He is old already. He can't continue to be like this." Sonny was a few years older than them. After experiencing such a storm, he also lost interest in the industry.

"Sonny also asked me to tell you that he didn't suffer much. I hope you don't blame yourself too much. This matter is not your responsibility." Nore saw through Lyra's thoughts at a glance. "What you should be thinking about now is yourself." The corners of Lyra's lips twitched bitterly. The window reflected the figure of the man in the kitchen. She sighed slowly, "I have nothing to think about. I plan to sell the Jones group."