After Divorce I Am A Billionaire

Chapter 58

Kellie panicked, "Just go to Twitter and see for yourself!"

"How should I do that? I'm still driving." Lyra frowned, "If it's not important, I'll hang up first. We'll talk about it when I get back to the office."

"No, no, no, no! Don't hang up yet!" Kellie was agitated and hurried to stop her, "The news is very bad for you, you can..."

Kellie was still chattering away, while Lyra's attention was drawn to the giant LED screen downtown.

On the big screen, Katelyn Morgan, the hostess of the Matthews family and Charlotte's nominal mother, was being interviewed outside the ward, snotty and tearful, accusing Lyra of her bad deeds.

Lyra got interested, took a look at the time, and found a place to park her car.

Anyway, it was still early, so she might as well see what the Matthews family was trying to pull.

"This ex-wife of Mr. Freeman hung up banners in my daughters' ward to satirize her, and even sent funeral wreaths to curse her to die quickly! How can this woman be so vicious!"

Katelyn pretended to wipe her tears, and then continued, "My poor daughter. Having suffered a severe beating already, and now being stimulated by Lyra Carroll, she passed out again with her injuries still healing...

"My daughter obviously did nothing wrong but only had a small misunderstood about Lyra at the party. But I didn't expect this woman to be so petty and vindictive! I must expose her malicious behavior! Let the public see her true colors clearly..."

Lyra already lost the interest in hearing what she was gonna say; With a short humph, she started the car and drove back to the Angle Group.

While Kellie, on the other side, had hung up the phone long ago after noticing that Lyra was silent for a long time.

When Lyra arrived at the office, she made a slick drift into the garage and walked into the company building with an icy face.

Several people gathered in the first-floor lobby, whispering. Someone sharp-eyed saw Lyra was walking in, leaned down and said something quickly, and those people immediately dispersed.

She didn't care about people's gossiping and went straight back to her office.

Kellie had been waiting in her office for a long time, and as soon as she saw her figure, she pounced anxiously.

"Director, you're finally back. You didn't have time to watch the news, right? This matter is escalating!"

As she spoke, she handed Lyra the tablet with the page open.

Katelyn's accusation stirred up a wave of uproar on the Internet.

Many people joined the discussion of this matter.

The good thing was that the majority were sensible. There were a variety of opinions on about it.

There were many others who spoke up for Lyra, but they were all quickly drowned out in a chorus of curses.

It didn't require much thought for one to realize that Charlotte's side had specially hired someone to achieve that.

It seemed that she had grown smart from the experience of the last time. Paid someone to help her occupy the moral high ground of public opinion and win people's sympathy, so that Lyra was at a

disadvantage.

Lyra put down the iPad and continued to work on the preparations for talent competition, not bothered by the incident at all. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Director, are you really not going to take care of this?" Kellie asked cautiously.

"No need. Just focus on your work in hand." Lyra replied without raising her head.

This little storm did not deserve her undue attention.

She would like to see how far Charlotte could take this.

Looking at Lyra's indifferent look, Kellie sighed inwardly, and left silently.

Since her boss was not anxious, then she'd better just seize the time to handle her own work first.

In the hospital.

Katelyn ended the interview, and the next moment after the reporter left, she immediately stopped crying and wiped her tears, a gloating smile hanging on her face.

She had always detested this daughter of her husband's mistress. Ever since Charlotte had officially been a member of the Matthews family, Katelyn for many times had the urge to stab that little bitch to death.

This time, with Charlotte getting beaten up so badly, she felt like her anger had been vented too.

But her own daughter Abigail was still lying in the hospital, unconscious, and Charlotte was the only heiress down the line.

In order to maintain the status of the Matthews family, which was going to be coveted by the others until Abigail woke up, Katelyn had to act like she doted on Charlotte in public, faking their motherly love and filial piety, while she was disgusted by this in her heart.

The thought of this made Katelyn loathe Charlotte even more.

Seeing her lying on the hospital bed, sickly, Katelyn was even more pleased, with undisguised joy on her face.

She turned her head to get her phone, but was caught off guard by the sight of Melvin standing next to the door.

"Uh... Mr. Freeman, come on in.."

The smile on Katelyn's face stiffened.

She didn't know how long had Melvin been standing there. Did he see the smile on her face just now?

"Our child is really pitiful, not to mention that she ran into such a thing, but she was also humiliated by that bitch. Fortunately, you're here with her..."

Katelyn managed to squeeze out two drops of tears. Seeing Melvin's calm and impassive expression, nothing different from the usual, she was relieved and wiped the tears.

"Go ahead, I'll leave you two young lovers alone."

"OK."

Melvin greeted her and walked into the ward.

Charlotte, who was lying in bed with nothing to do, was so happy to see him that she wanted to sit up immediately.

But her movement accidentally jerked the needle in her hand and made her gasped with pain, but she had to control the grimace expression to maintain her image in front of Melvin.

"Be careful, don't move."

Melvin walked over to her and sat down in a chair beside.

"Melvin, thank god I still have you, or otherwise I really don't know what I should do." She moved her body bit by bit to get closer to Melvin, tears welling up in her eyes.

Melvin dodged her without being noticed, and then asked, "How is your injury? Is it getting better?"

"It's been much better."

Charlotte pretended to be shy and leaned over to him again.

"I have things to do and gotta leave now. You get some rest." Melvin pulled her hand away and got up to leave.

"Melvin! Could you stay with me a bit longer?"

Charlotte immediately grabbed his arm, her eyes filled with tears, looking pitiful.

"Thirteen years ago, I saved you in a car accident and never wanted anything from you in return..."

Charlotte kept holding his hand and talking about the old days with a very emotional expression on her face.

Melvin stood quietly, also his memory also evoked by her words.

It was a planned car accident caused by the Freeman family's civil war, and he was seriously injured, pinned under the car, dying.

It was a girl who showed up and saved him, but unfortunately, he was already semi-conscious and did not remember the girl's face. He only saw two pure and starry eyes.

At the thought of those eyes, the expression on his face gradually became softer.

Charlotte took out a pen from under her pillow and placed it in her hand, holding it firmly.

This fountain pen was a limited-version luxury, purely handmade, very difficult to purchase.

The pen cap was engraved with Melvin's name.

The fountain pen still looked quite new with little wear and tea. Clearly the owner had treasured it with great care.

There was only a minor paint loss on the body of the pen, which might have been caused by the owner stroking it many times.

"This pen, which you gave me, I took with me when I left the country that year. I've had it with me at all times for the past three years."

Charlotte gently stroked the pen, looking like she was caught up in reminiscence.

"Whenever I think of you, I take it out and look at it..."

Melvin's expression gradually became softer as he felt sorry for her for the three years she was sent abroad because of the old Mr. Freeman.

His eyes resumed their usual gentleness, "Just take your time and recuperate here. Don't think too much. I'll help you this time."

"Alright!"

Charlotte nodded. Panic gone, she was moved by his words, "I believe you."

The empty corridor was extremely quiet, so quiet that one could hear the sound of breathing

Fred had been waiting outside the ward for a long time.

As soon as Melvin came out, Fred respectfully handed over a document.

"Boss, I've got the results of what you asked me to investigate."