Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 202

Chapter 202 She Was Making Trouble Again

The next morning, the news revealed that Hank had hidden a woman at home. When Alma arrived late at night, she had seen some unsightly scenes with her own eyes. She had even been pushed to the ground by the 'third party's and almost suffered a miscarriage. Reporters swarmed in and were blocked by Hank's bodyguards without exception.

But they had no intention of leaving.

"You said that the third party is..."

"It must be his ex-wife!"

The reporters were in groups of three to five, squatting in the hospital corridor. As they were muttering, they saw a slender figure walking in front of them. The few of them were stunned and only reacted after a long while. They wanted to take out their cameras to take photos because the person who came was none other than Lyra, who had caused Alma to almost have a miscarriage! "Miss Jones? What's the matter?" Keith, who was guarding outside the ward, quickly walked over to greet her. "I'm here to visit the patient," Lyra said as she lightly lifted her eyes and held the flower basket in her hand.

If she had not seen the message sent by the debtor company early in the morning, she would not have come here. They were simply going too far! Not only had they ruined her reputation, but they had also forced her to the dead-end? Then why not speak frankly and see who would lose. "Mr. Barnwell is not here now. You should not go in." Keith hesitated and stopped her. Hank ordered them to stop the paparazzi. Lyra was not among them.

However, Keith still felt that he should stop her.

In case there was trouble again.

"If Hank blames you for it, you can push the blame onto me. However, I must go in today!"

What was she doing? Today, she would teach Alma the principle of being a human. "Miss Jones, don't make things difficult for us." Keith took a step forward and reached out his hand to block Lyra. "Hank, you came at the right time."

Lyra looked behind him with surprise. "Mr. Barnwell?" Keith frowned and was stunned. Just as he turned around, Lyra had already circled into the ward from the side. After all, Alma was a pregnant woman. The most they could do was to guard at the door.

When they saw Lyra enter, they all looked at each other and did not dare to enter. "Report to Mr. Barnwell immediately."

"Yes, Keith!"

Alma was leaning against the bed playing with her phone. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she thought that it was Hank. She hurriedly pressed her phone under the pillow in a panic. "Stop pretending." Lyra casually threw the flower basket on the ground and stared at Alma's face with her beautiful eyes. "Why is it you?" Alma gritted her teeth and looked nervously at the door. "Those good-for- nothings couldn't even watch the door."

She was afraid that Lyra would seek revenge on her, so she had asked Elisa to release the news early in the morning. She had planned to use public pressure to force Lyra to admit defeat. Who would have thought that Lyra would actually dare to barge into the hospital? "You almost had a miscarriage because of me. How can I not come and see you?" Lyra smiled and walked forward step by step. "Don't come over!" Alma retreated in a panic, her beautiful eyes wide open. "Why are you acting like a parrot that only knows how to repeat? Can't you say anything else? Oh, I almost forgot. Are you worried that I will record it?"

Alma's heart was exposed, and her eyes became even more flustered.

"I really didn't prepare a recording pen today, because I don't need to deal with people like you." Lyra looked around, pulled out a chair, and sat down beside the bed. "What the hell are you doing! Is there anyone outside? Come in quickly and take this crazy woman away!" Alma screamed. Not only was she stupid, but she was also timid. Lyra clicked her tongue and looked at Alma's face. Then, her gaze slowly moved down and landed on her lower abdomen.

"Don't look at my baby..."

At this time, Alma realized that something was wrong.

"You have always used this baby as a bargaining chip. Are you worthy of being his mother? You are not!" Lyra raised the corner of her lips and revealed an exceptionally enchanting and gorgeous smile. However, her eyes were filled with sharp hatred. "When you fell at the Barnwell family, did you ever think that you might really lose the qualifications to be a mother?"

Alma was about to retort. Lyra suddenly got up and pressed her hands on her shoulders. She pinched her hard and her nails dug into her hospital gown. "Not everyone is qualified to have children. For example, a vicious woman like you is not."

"Let go of me! You had a miscarriage and you can't have a child. What does it have to do with me?" Alma couldn't help but shout at the top of her lungs.

Pa.

Lyra raised her hand and gave her a slap.

The crisp sound rang out in the ward. Alma was stunned and subconsciously wanted to go to the other side of the bed.

She wanted to hide on the balcony!

God knew what Lyra would do when she went crazy.

Alma thought she was fast enough, so Lyra didn't catch up with her. She didn't know that as soon as she entered the balcony, Lyra locked the balcony door. Then, in front of Alma, she threw the key into the toilet and washed it away. The cold wind was whistling outside, and Alma was wearing a single robe. She was constantly trembling from the wind. She was angry in her heart, but she could only stare at Lyra's face. Lyra looked back in the direction of the hospital bed and took out the phone that Alma had hidden under the pillow. Because it was too rushed just now, the phone screen had not been turned off, so there was no need for the fingerprint password. The moment the phone was checked by Lyra wantonly, Alma completely collapsed. "Stop! That is my privacy. You can't look at it." Not to mention that there was a call record of her and Terry on the phone, there were also many other things...

WWW WY

Hank never paid attention to her phone, so Alma never thought of deleting them.

Who would have thought that her phone would one day fall into Lyra's hands?

Alma's hand clung to the glass door of the balcony, staring at Lyra's beautiful face that made people jealous. "The content of your phone is really wonderful. Do you want me to give it back to you?" Lyra raised her hand and shook it. Alma's eyes lit up. "Then let you in?"

Alma's body trembled and she nodded repeatedly.

The smile on Lyra's face deepened, and she slowly spat out two words, "You wish." Another gust of cold wind blew, and Alma shivered from the cold. She just watched as Lyra took her phone and walked out.

"No..."

Alma was extremely afraid. What if Lyra showed her phone to Hank? What if her phone was taken by the paparazzi... Just as Alma was lost in thought, someone suddenly shouted from downstairs, "Why is there a person standing on the balcony of the 15th floor?" Alma thought of something. "I want to jump off the building. I don't want to live!"

Yes, she was going to push all the blame onto Lyra and blow up the matter.

Even if she really dug out the contents of her phone, she could say that they were forged by Lyra!

Alma made up her mind, both hands gripping the balcony railing. Against the cold wind, her hair was blown so messy that it was impossible to see her face.

Soon, a lot of people gathered downstairs. "Don't be impulsive!" "Hurry up and tell the nurses and doctors."

"That floor seems to be an obstetrics ward. Is this pregnant woman suffering from depression after giving birth?" At the door of the ward, after Lyra left, Keith quickly pushed open the door. Seeing that Alma was trapped on the balcony and looking like she was going to give up her life.

"Miss Kensley, Mr. Barnwell is coming soon!"