Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 206

Chapter 206 Too Late

Everything was just as Lyra had expected. Not long after she returned to the villa, Hank's car drove in. He was full of anger. As soon as he entered, he questioned Lyra, "You went to the hospital?" Lyra was peeling oranges in the dining room. She looked up, her eyes full of innocence.

"What?"

"I said, did you go to the hospital to scare Alma?" Hank slammed the table.

The doctors in the psychiatric department all said that Alma was very abnormal, and she kept talking nonsense, saying that she had seen someone who should not have appeared in the hospital.

"Hank, if you want to say something, say it properly. Don't slap the table. You have controlled my freedom now, is it not enough?" "Even if you sue me for anything, present the evidence, and I will admit it," Lyra shouted angrily.

The two of them started arguing in the restaurant.

When Sister Zhang heard the sound, she quickly got out of the kitchen. "Sir, don't be angry. Miss Jones has not left today."

She did not want the two of them to quarrel like this.

Lyra looked at Sister Zhang and said nothing. Hank looked down and stared at Lyra's beautiful face. "Okay, don't let me replace evidence, otherwise..." "Mr. Barnwell! President Kensley and his wife are coming soon. They want to take Miss Kensley out of the hospital as soon as possible." "To take her out?" Hank slowly stood up and said coldly. "Yes, the Kensley family doesn't think we should send Miss Kensley in," Keith said. They had even said a lot of unpleasant words on the phone, but Keith chose not to say them. In case he would add fuel to the fire. As they were talking, Lachlan and Wendy walked in with panic in their eyes. After seeing Lyra standing in front of Hank, Wendy's expression was twisted with jealousy, and she frowned to avoid Lyra's smiling gaze.

"No wonder you wanted to send my daughter to that place. You wanted to secretly meet this woman. Are you worthy of my daughter's feelings?" Lachlan shouted.

"Lachlan," Wendy carefully tugged at him from the side. "In the past, you did not respect me and looked down on our Kensley family. I will not argue with you. But today, you have to return my daughter to me." Lachlan did not give him face at all.

Just like that? Lyra blinked and silently took half a step back. She adjusted her mentality and prepared to watch the show. How could the Kensley family sit still when Hank sent Alma to the psychiatric department? If something happened to the baby, they would not be able to get close to Hank. Lyra really felt that Lachlan's courage was commendable. To think that she had reminded him so much before. Hank was not a good person. Lachlan had still... reduced to a chess piece in her hands. In comparison, Wendy was much more clever. She quietly looked at Lyra's expression and a thought occurred to her. Could all of this have something to do with Lyra? But how could she have such a great ability to deceive Hank and plot against Alma? Wendy thought about it again and again and only felt that Lyra was even more terrifying. Not only was she scheming, but she was also especially good at acting. Even if ten Almas added up, they would still not be a match for her. Wendy looked at the angry Lachlan in front of her and sighed silently. "Have you said enough?" Hank's face sank, and the coldness in his eyes rolled over and over. "If you feel that my way of handling things is wrong, you can take your daughter back." Lachlan's face stiffened. He did not expect Hank to be so easy to talk to today. He must have been frightened by his angry appearance. Lachlan felt a lot better and said, "At least you are sensible." However, Hank coldly said, "In the future, the marriage of the Kensley family and the Barnwell family will be canceled, and we will contact each other." "What?"

Lachlan raised his eyebrows. Wendy's heart also skipped a beat. It was over. They still provoked the tiger, Hank. "Lachlan, don't be angry. Sit down and talk slowly. Hank is in the same boat as us,

both for Alma and the baby in her belly." Wendy had already married Lachlan, so naturally, she would share the honor and disgrace with the Kensley family. At this moment, she could only pretend to be a good wife and persuade Lachlan. If they really confronted the Barnwell family, then the Kensley family could wait to go bankrupt. Hank only needed to move his fingers, and it would be enough for them to suffer. With her saying this, Lachlan finally had a way out.

He placed his palm on the table and looked at Lyra, who was watching the show, and his anger surged again.

He did not dare to fight Hank head-on, but couldn't he move Lyra? "Also, what is the meaning of this woman appearing in your house time and time again? What is the relationship between you two?" Although Lachlan was still roaring, his voice was obviously much softer. Wendy breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this man was not too stupid. If not for Lyra, this matter might have passed just like that. But today, Lyra, the number one audience, was present.

This fire, of course, had to burn even more vigorously.

"Auntie Wendy is right. You are a family. It is not good to leave an outsider like me here. I will leave immediately!"

Lyra smiled, clapped her hands, and was about to leave. Lachlan was still sitting there and swearing. The next second, Lyra's wrist was grabbed by someone. "She can't go anywhere." He pulled hard and lowered his eyes. "You..." Lachlan's eyes widened. Wasn't Hank slapping his face right in front of him? "Hank, you're going too far." As he roared, he clutched his chest, clearly furious. Wendy immediately went over to support him, slowly raising her eyes to look at Lyra, her eyes revealing panic and worry. Lyra did not need to think too much to know what Wendy was worried about. "Mr. Barnwell, can't you bear to part with me? What should I do? It's not suitable for me to stay in your house without an identity." These words almost made Lachlan faint on the spot.

Hank had sent her daughter to the hospital and was messing around with his ex-wife at home. How could he, the future father-in-law, accept this? Hank's eyes were filled with anger as he tightened his grip on her wrist. "Shut up!"

"You hurt me." Lyra cried out in pain.

His expression was extremely ugly. With a ruthless tug, he pulled Lyra towards him. Then, his tone was extremely cold. "Then I'll give you an identity. I'll let you live in the cage for the rest of your life, in which you would only wish you could die."

Lyra's expression froze and she wanted to pull her hand out.

A cold smile actually appeared on Hank's face.

"Want to run? It's too late, Lyra." He openly hooked her into his arms, his arms restraining Lyra's escape movements,

and lowered his head to kiss her fiercely.

Biting, invading without any reason...

"Fight me?"