My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 231A Shackle

"President Flint!" Zach's expression froze and he quickly pulled Lyra away. He pressed the bell by the bed frame in a rush.

Lyra was initially annoyed at Zach, but when she heard the alarm ringing in the room, she suddenly realized what happened.

"What happened to Julien?" she asked. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Julien was in so much pain that he was about to pass out.

Zach quickly laid him down on the bed and turned around to glare at Lyra. "Ms. Madden, don't you know that President Flint is injured? How can you jump onto him like that? His wounds reopened!"

Zach pointed at Julien's chest, and there was indeed a blood stain on his shirt.

Zach suddenly wondered if Ms. Madden loved President Flint.

'When you love someone, you'd have been more careful when your lover is injured.'

However, Ms. Madden did not even bother about this.

Lyra's expression turned anxious. "I... I didn't do it on purpose..."

She was just really happy that Julien woke up and came over to hug him excitedly.

She did not think about the consequences at all.

"What happened? Why did the bell ring?" Just then, Old Madam Flint came in with Velma and Felicia.

Zach was wiping Julien's sweat when he heard them." His wound reopened."

"Oh God! It’s bleeding!" Velma exclaimed.

Old Madam Flint lost her cool. "Zach, Julien was fine just now. How did his wounds reopen?"

Guilt appeared in Lyra's eyes and she made a face at Zach, asking him to shut his mouth.

However, Zach ignored it. He put down the towel and said, "It was Ms. Madden who ran into President Flint and reopened his wounds."

"What?" Old Madam Flint's expression froze. She then cast a cold glare at Lyra and said, "I knew it was you."

"I didn't do it on purpose," Lyra bit her lip and muttered softly. She hated Zach so much that she could kill him.

He was just Julien's servant. He had the audacity to offend her?

When she got married to Julien, she would fire him for sure.

"You didn't do it on purpose? I think you had the intention! Ever since Julien got together with you, his reputation has been damaged and our family suffered a great loss. Don't expect me to know nothing just because Julien keeps quiet. I knew that you were just a bad omen that cursed Julien!” Old Madam Flint’s eyes were bloodshot as she scolded Lyra mercilessly.

At this moment, she was just a grandmother who was worried about her grandson, and not at all a noblewoman.

She could no longer be bothered to be polite, and just said whatever she thought was right.

Lyra's face turned red and she had so much hatred in her heart. However, she dared not argue or fight back. She could only look at Velma and silently plead for help.

Velma had always taken favor with this future daughter-in-law, not only because of Lyra's background but also because she always brought her expensive gifts. So she was brought over to Lyra's side.

"Mother, you’re too harsh. Maybe Lyra didn’t mean it,” Velma said to Old Madam Flint with a smile.

Old Madam Flint threw her a glare. "She reopened your son's wound. You're not blaming her, and you're even supporting her. Is she more important to you than Julien? I knew you wouldn’t treat Julien as your own since he’s not blood-related to you!”

What?

Julien was not Velma's son?

Lyra raised her head in surprise and looked toward

Velma, then at the man on the bed who had his eyes shut tight. It was uncertain if he had lost consciousness.

Velma and Julien did not look alike at all, and Velma had always acted uncivilized and rude, obviously not someone raised in a noble family. It would make sense if they were not blood-related.

Even Zach was shocked when he found out about this secret.

"Mother, what are you saying? Even though I didn’t give birth to Julien, I always treat him as my own." Velma complained.

Old Madam Flint gave her a sideways glance and ignored her.

Very quickly, the doctor arrived and gave Julien some painkillers.

When the pain finally subsided, Julien slowly regained his senses.

When he opened his eyes, his face looked paler than before.

Old Madam Flint was immensely upset. She held his hand and asked, "Julien, are you alright?"

Julien nodded his head weakly. "I'm fine, Grandma. Don't worry.”

"I’m sorry, Julien. It's all my fault. I'm sorry..." Lyra stood by the bed and said while crying.

Julien was getting a headache from her cries. He had no intention to comfort her. Instead, he rubbed his temples and said, "Enough. Stop crying!"

When Lyra heard the impatience in his voice, she suddenly stopped crying and looked at him as though she was hurt.

As expected, he was no longer affected by her crying. He would not run to her just because she cried like he would last time.

When Lyra thought of that, anxiety gripped her heart and she bit her nails anxiously.

"His wounds are rebandaged, and he’ll need ample rest after this. No more big movements or high impacts, or the wounds will reopen again. Even the broken bones we repaired can break again.” The doctor took off his gloves which were stained with blood and reminded all of them with a solemn tone.

Old Madam Flint nodded quickly. "Don’t worry, I’ll pay attention. I won’t let some stupid fool hurt my grandson again." 1

Of course, she meant Lyra.

Lyra lowered her head and said nothing.

After the doctor left, Old Madam Flint put down her walking stick. "You can all leave now. I have something to say to Julien."

"I don't want to leave. I want to stay with Julien." Lyra tugged on Julien's sleeve and begged.

Old Madam Flint's expression darkened and stared at her gloomily. "Ms. Madden, can't you tell that I’m deliberately chasing you out?"

When Old Madam Flint said that publicly, Lyra was suddenly placed in an awkward spot.

She looked at Julien and was about to say something.

Julien said, "Lyra, go back first."

"Julien..." Lyra said.

Julien pursed his lips and looked at her with a cold expression. "Go back."

Lyra was suddenly terrified of his gaze, as though he had seen right through her. She quickly avoided his gaze and nodded. "Okay. I'll drop by another time."

After saying that, she took her bag and left.

Velma and Zach left the room as well.

Only Old Madam Flint, Felicia, and Julien were left in the room.

Felicia helped Old Madam Flint sit down, and she looked at her grandson meaningfully. "Ever since you woke up, I think your attitude toward Lyra has become colder. You don’t seem to be giving in to her as much as before.”

Julien placed his forearm on his eyes. "I suddenly understood some matters. Maybe I was too lenient with her previously, and her spoiled behavior became worse."

The most important thing was that, after he woke up this time, he felt like he had been released from a shackle.

In the past, whenever Lyra cried, there would be a sound in his head that urged him to comfort her. He realized that the voice had reduced quite a fair bit, and he felt relieved.

"This is great." Old Madam Flint gave him a smile. " Julien, you finally returned to how you used to be back then."

"How I used to be back then?" Julien was stunned, and he could not understand what she meant."