Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Chapter 517 Hopeless Situation

Lyra tried her best to suppress the anger in her heart. "You don't have to do this, do you?" She was not stupid. Although she could not guess what this man was thinking, there was one thing that she was sure of. He had regarded her as a fool. "If you have something to say, you can say it directly. I am willing to accompany you." Lyra said seriously. When she said this, Hank's eyes were full of surprise. "It's really an accident. I couldn't even predict that the car would break down." "Even if the car was not broken, you would find other reasons," Lyra said with certainty.

She had been married to him for a few years, and she had done so much research on him. Her understanding of the Barnwell group and him had far exceeded his imagination. "You really misunderstood me," the man said faintly, smiling from the corner of his eyes. Lyra frowned and stared at his face, not saying a word for a long time. After waiting for a long time, she still did not see the driver back. She was even a little sleepy, and her eyelids kept bumping together. "If you're tired, go to sleep. I'll stay by your side." "No need, I'm not sleepy." Lyra opened her eyes.

She had to wait and see how it would end up. "Then do you want to chat with me for a while?" Hank narrowed his eyes.

"Forget it, I'm sleepy." Lyra turned around and directly closed her eyes. She did not leave a tiny possibility Hank forced a smile. Regardless of how much she resisted him now, he slowly said in a low voice, "Buying the Jones Group is not a decision I made out of impulse. I talked to your father before, but he disagreed." He suddenly mentioned her father. Lyra frowned and pricked up her ears, but she ignored him. Hank was still muttering to himself, "If I were you, I would also want to draw a clear line with me..."

Lyra just listened to the words and remained silent.

Before her father passed away, he had seen Hank once.

One of them was lying on the hospital bed, and the other was standing in the ward. There was no resentment, but her father said at the last moment that he did not regret his decision. "One is destined not to be happy if one is bound by hatred." Hank opened his cold eyes. Only now did he truly understand the meaning of this sentence. Because his eyes had been blinded by hatred, he had been able to meet Lyra and get married to her.

It was also because of hatred that they would never be able to return to the past. They both needed time to recognize their true hearts. "Most of the time, feelings alone are far from enough." Lyra slowly tightened her grip on the corner of her shirt. Later, Hank's driver got a repair worker to come over, and the car was repaired. By the time Lyra was sent back, it was almost dawn. Rae sat in the living room and watched the news. When she heard the door open, she leaned over and asked, "Why is it so late?" "The car broke down." Lyra replied casually "Then..." Rae watched as Hank's car drove out of the courtyard. When she turned around, Lyra had already returned to the room on the second floor. The door closed and the house became quiet. Rae raised her hand and turned off the TV. "Why do children nowadays have to go through so much pain?" The next morning. Su Yuan knocked on the Barnwell family's door. As soon as she saw Hank, she directly said in a businesslike manner, "Mr. Barnwell, this is the authorization letter personally signed by Ms. Jones. All the business dealings between the Barnwell group and us will be handled by me."

The man frowned. "This is what Ms. Jones asked me to pass to you. It is about the Jones Group's major projects in the future for your reference only." "If there are no objections, Ms. Jones hopes to get the payment as soon as possible." Su Yuan was very reluctant to leave the company, but this was Lyra's order. She must complete the last task.

As soon as she finished speaking, she looked at Hank. The coldness in the man's eyes became stronger and stronger. He did not look at the documents and said directly, "I will only deal with her in person." "I'm very sorry about this." Hank immediately dialed back Lyra's number and it had turned out to be an empty number.

The man was a little angry. The matter with Luo City had just been solved, and she ran away again?

In the blood examination room of Chengxin Hospital.

"Sorry, Miss Jones. Because you are pregnant, you are not suitable for any blood matching." The doctor put down the report and judged very seriously, "According to your current indicators, the child is developing quite slowly. I suggest that you do a detailed examination and do some rehabilitation treatment. This will be good for both you and the child."

The doctor was kind, and Lyra knew what she meant. "If we wait for the blood transplant, will her condition worsen?" This was the question that Lyra was most worried about.

"To be honest, it will. The patient's condition is still under control because she is young and found out very early. But I can't hide it from you, because the blood adaptation difficulty is relatively high. Many patients' conditions got worse while waiting in the process." The doctor also felt sorry. "This, no one can control." The doctor sighed slowly. "Then what else can I do for her now?" "Now, we can only hope for public welfare organizations and hope that they can find suitable donors as soon as possible," the doctor said earnestly. Lyra got up and went out. Alma was supported by Sister Xia standing outside the door. Alma's face was ashen. "I don't need you to do anything for me!" Her left hand tightly held onto Sister Xia as she bit the corner of her lips. The more she said this, the faster her heartbeat became. She was agitated and started coughing violently in the corridor. The surrounding patients all looked at them. Lyra walked over and said helplessly, "Sister Xia, help her back first."

After that, she didn't even look at Alma and walked straight past her. She didn't know if there were any spies sent by Huaien in this hospital. As she walked in front, Alma was still coughing weakly behind her. "Let her go!" "I don't want her to see me like this. She has never been my sister. I don't want such a sister." Alma's eyes were red.

"Okay, okay, okay. I know. I will tell her later."

However, Alma seemed to be possessed.

She kept muttering to herself as she entered the ward. She did not even look at Lyra and directly refused to communicate with her. She was nestled in the quilt on the bed, only revealing a pair of eyes. "Miss Jones, how about... you go back first? I will find time to persuade her." Sister Xia sighed and did not know what to do.