After divorce I am a billionaire

The couple left the bureau holding hands and quickly returned to the White Mansion to Rudolph's villa.

Charles was already waiting at the door of the villa, "Mr. Malcolm, you finally cback." Malcolm: "Have you called the medical team over here?" Charles nodded and led the two inside, "I've already made a call, and the medical team will be here in a few minutes.” Lyra asked, "Grandpa is doing well. Why does he faint again? Didn't the last inspection say it was basically okay, but did he eat the wrong food again?" Charles looked sad, "As soon as | cback, he's in a coma. | don't know what happened. This tit is more aggressive than last time, so | can only ask you to cback and have a look." The three entered the living room of the villa together and walked towards the stairwell.

Because Rudolph was old and had bad legs, and he had been relying on crutches, so the floor of the room was not high, just on the second floor.

Just after walking to the second floor, Charles suddenly looked at Lyra and said, "Ma'am, | just heard from Sophia that Spencer keeps crying and refuses to sleep. Sophia couldn't coax him. It just happens that you cback, ma'am, why not? Are you going to take a look?" Spencer kept crying? Lyra was stunned, looked at Malcolm, and didn't answer for the first time.

Malcolm seemed to have sensed Charles’ intention, and said along the way, "Grandpa hashere. Spencer doesn't sleep and keeps crying at night. He must be uncomfortable, or he just misses you. Go and have a look. Grandpa is fine here. " Lyra had no choice but to nod, "Then I'll go see Spencer first, and if there's no big problem, I'll cdown to see grandpa.” "Okay." Malcolm's dark eyes were gentle. He stopped and watched her continue upstairs.

"Con, Mr. Malcolm. Mr. Rudolph needs you." Malcolm looked away and followed Charles into the master bedroom.

In the master bedroom, the incandescent ceiling light was on.

Rudolph sat by the head of the bed, leaning back on the pillow. Those cloudy but still sharp eyes were staring at Malcolm from a distance.

Seeing Rudolph in high spirits with nothing serious, Malcolm didn't look surprised.

He had guessed just as Charles intended to take Lyra away.

"Grandpa, if you want to see me, just calldirectly. There is no need to pretend to be sick." Rudolph didn't answer his obviously resentful question, but slowly reached out to him, "Malcolm, sit by the bed." Malcolm walked over slowly, and sat obediently beside the bed.

Rudolph looked at his eldest grandson, who had been disciplined by himself, with a sense of accomplishment and a tone of nostalgia.

"I remember when you were just sent to me. You were only two years old, so small." He stretched out his wrinkled hands and gestured his height, "It's very mini, very cute. You always like to grab my trouser legs and callgrandpa behind me." "I have always been very strict with you, beating, scolding, punishing and kneeling at every turn, but | actually has high hopes for you, so I'm so harsh on you." Rudolph's eyes were red, and the more he spoke, the more he felt about it, "After more than 20 years, you have now completely replaced me, holding the White family firmly in your hands. At the struling the military and business world, becoming the man at the top of Suham's pyramid.” Malcolm sighed and asked in a calm tone, "What do you want to say? Just wantto reminisce about the past?" Rudolph sighed, "Now that you have becstrong and powerful, you can make up your own mind, and you don't like to listen to my opinion. | asked Charles to find you in person, and | have to ask you three times. If | don't pretend to be sick, how can you agree to return?" Malcolm was very helpless when he accused him, "| respect you the most, but | have my limit. You know me. Whoever dares to touch the person who is closest toand cares about me, no matter who that person is, | will not let go easily." "Travis is only imprisoned in the cell for two days. He suffers a little. And you're so heartbroken. You use the truth about my parents’ car accident to forceinto submission, and even pretends to be sick to letcback. Grandpa, you really love your grandson.” In the face of his accusation, Rudolph was speechless and could only talk about kinship.

"Malcolm, | am getting old. I'm left with two grandsons, you and Travis, and a granddaughter of Sylvia. The other grandchildren, maybe it's because of my retribution, all had accidents when they were young. | don't want to see you hurt your cousin because of family property and rights.” As Rudolph spoke, he reached out to touch the most promising the eldest grandson who grew up with him.

But Malcolm slid away from his touch as his fingers reached over.

Rudolph's face stiffened. He silently retracted his hand, and began to talk about business in a serious manner.

"| ask you to ctonight just to tell you the truth about what happened to your parents back then, but only if you let Ryan and Travis go." Malcolm's eyes looked dimmed. He hesitated for a few seconds and then agreed to the old White's request, "Okay, | can let Ryan and Travis go and write off this matter.” Rudolph was stunned.

He had prepared a lot for negotiating with Malcolm in person this time, but he did not expect that Malcolm would agree so bluntly.

Rudolph was very relieved. With a hint of guilt flashing in his cloudy eyes, he began to state the events of the year earnestly.

"Back then, your father was my favorite heir... In that car accident, the driver who committed the accident was my friend from the army. He saved me, so | chose to sacrifice my eldest son and daughter-in-law, who could not be saved, to help him free from sin." Malcolm frowned, not trusting his words very much.

"Which friend? Do | know? You doesn't like to owe favors. Why have | never heard of anyone who saved your life?" It was not a trivial matter to save a life. How can there be no news for so many years? Malcolm just felt that there were loopholes everywhere in his words, and not a single point could stand up to careful scrutiny.

Rudolph lowered his eyes and avoided looking at him, "You askso many questions at once, which one should | answer first?" Malcolm didn't back down, "Do | need to repeat the questions to you?" Rudolph was at a loss for words, and said impatiently, "It seems you don't believeat all. That friend was diagnosed with cancer and died a few years ago.” "After | retired, he followedout of the military, so you don't know him." "As for you don't know that | owe someone a life-saving favor, it's because your father's matter has been paid off, so | haven't mentioned it for so many years." "Although | feel sorry for you and | have always felt guilty about this matter, your parents’ lives can't be saved. Although | am sad, | can't just watch the situation becmore and more turbulent and affect the White Corp stock. It can only be attributed to for an ordinary traffic accident.” Malcolm got up, took a few steps back, and stared warily at his grandfather who was suddenly so unfamiliar to him.

"Grandpa, in order to save Ryan and Travis, is it interesting that you lies towith such a poor excuse?" Rudolph looked resolute, "Believe it or not, or you can check it out with your strength.” Malcolm sneered and continued to ask, "Since my parents died in a car accident and they were related to your friend, why would Ryan know about this?"