Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Sir Please Mellow Down A Bit Chapter 336

Chapter 336 I Will Not Touch Others

He sat on the sofa on the other side, his cold eyes looking at Lyra with a fake smile. "When did you know?" Lyra's fingers were clasped in her palms, and she placed the phone on the table. "What?"

He asked despite knowing the answer. "My relationship with Alma," Lyra said straightforwardly. "It doesn't matter. The most important thing now is what you want to do." Hank leaned back and said in a low voice.

She could not hide the truth forever. Sooner or later, she would tell Alma the truth.

However, with Alma's personality, she might not accept it." If she was still the daughter of Kensley family, then Kensley family's assets would all belong to her, but if her background was publicly known, Lachlan would not leave a

single cent for her. No matter how crafty Alma's personality was, she was Lyra's only relative in this world. Even if he did not ask, Hank could imagine how much torment Lyra had been through this period of time. He did not want to force her. However, these things would be revealed sooner or later. Rather than considering it at that time, it was better to think of a way to deal with it sooner. He didn't want to see Lyra fall into confusion again because of this matter. "That's my business. It has nothing to do with you." The corners of Hank's lips curled up. He had already thought that she would say this. "Then why don't I call Keith now and tell him that we can send the news out." Hank pretended to take out his phone. He had already grasped Lyra's emotions.

"No."

"What will it take for you to let me go?" Lyra gritted her teeth. "That's our Jones family's business. It has nothing to do with you. Besides, you already planned to kick her away, right?" When it came to the matter of heartlessness, Hank was really good at it.

"Yes."

Hank's eyes suddenly became deep and bottomless. "I never thought of letting her enter Barnwell family's door. If not for the fact that the

child could be Barnwell family's blood, I would have done it long ago. Unfortunately, she and Terry went too far." The man said and dialed Keith's number in front of Lyra. "Let's start."

Then he put his phone on the table. Three minutes later, his phone was full of calls from the Barnwell group's directors. There were also a few calls from Huaien. Hank turned around and looked at the distant coastline. His voice was cold. "In your eyes, I may be a very heartless person, but there is nothing I can do. This world is a jungle. People are cannibals. If I don't do what is necessary to survive, I would've been fed to the sharks already."

Lyra suddenly did not know what to say. The truth was indeed so. If he wasn't acting, but had really suffered brain damage, then right now... he would probably be buried in a fish's stomach. That person, Terry, was indeed more ruthless than him.

It was not wrong to protect himself. "Then what do you plan to do to Kensley family?" Lyra lowered her eyes and asked

slowly. "What do you want me to do? If you ask, I might let Alma go." "Really?" Lyra's eyes lit up, but they quickly dimmed. She did not want Hank to get involved in her own affairs. What right did she have to manipulate his decisions and thoughts? Hank saw through her thoughts at a glance. He naturally took a glass of red wine from the wine cabinet. He turned around, his movements elegant and relaxed. The voice seemed to come from a distant place. All of a sudden, it hit Lyra's heart. "We should have talked peacefully long ago." Lyra frowned. She had never wanted to argue with him, but what was there to talk about?

"I am very sorry about your father's death."

Hank took the initiative to mention it.

He had been avoiding this matter because he was afraid that Lyra had not been mentally prepared, but this knot between them would be untied sooner or later. At that moment, Lyra clenched her fists. She stood up and was about to walk out. "I was not in the country." Hank held her hand with one hand. "So what?"

Lyra took a deep breath. When she turned back to look at him, her eyes were already overflowing with tears. "Yes, my father did not die in your hands. You did not kill him personally, but everything you did forced him to a dead end."

Lyra only said what she was thinking.

After such a long time, she struggled day and night, and all of it was vented at this moment.

What she wanted to tell Hank more was that he hated the wrong person.

Because he found the wrong person, which led to her family being broken and dead.

But when the words reached her throat, she really couldn't say it. Her tears were like pearls dropping off a thread. Ever since she found out that her father already knew Hank's identity, Lyra no longer hated him in the depths of her heart.

She knew that the dead could not be resurrected.

It was a painful decision for her and Hank to keep holding onto that hatred. But she could not let it go. When she saw the Jones family's empty house, her heart felt even more uncomfortable. If... if everything could be restarted, how good would it be?

Her pain was written all over her face.

Hank reached out to touch her, but his hand stopped in mid-air.

He wanted to solve everything in one go, so he was in such a hurry that he lost control of himself and forced her too hard. Otherwise, he would not have faked a DNA report to trick her. In fact, Hank only made a gamble.

He bet that Lyra was meticulous. Unless they were related by blood, she would not pay attention to Alma. In order to save Alma, she even went to prison.

But Alma did not know anything.

Her vicious heart had long been bewitched by Terry. If he allowed her to continue, what would happen?

Even if he didn't make a move this time, sooner or later, Alma would be sold off by Lachlan as well.

By doing this, he had already reduced the damage to the minimum. There was no way Lyra would not understand this. In his way of handling things, the only thing he couldn't decide was her. The temperature in the room gradually dropped, and Lyra's crying gradually stopped. Her eyes were red, and she slowly stopped. She raised her head again, and there was no hesitation in her eyes. "Hank, I can't help but hate you." If she didn't hate him, she wouldn't be able to replace any hope of living. He suddenly said, "Okay."

A short and firm reply. "It's best if you can hate me for the rest of your life. I'm not afraid that you will hate me. Instead, I'm afraid that you will stop hating me." He had just drunk half a glass of red wine, and now there was a faint smell between his eyebrows.

He took a few steps forward and gently stroked Lyra's cheek. "Don't cry, okay?" Lyra immediately frowned and was about to dodge the next second. But his lips continued to cover her cheeks, gently kissing away her tears. "I have never done this to any woman, including Alma. I have never touched her." "It has nothing to do with me!" Lyra's pupils trembled. "Yes, but I want you to know that I will never touch anyone else in my life."