A Divorce Make Me Rich

She heard a familiar voice.

Irene turned her head back towards the stairway and found it was Lyra in an elegant velvet gown, followed by a cold-faced man.

The man wore a mask and she could not see his face.

“You! How could you? Aren’t you dead?!”

Irene’s smile froze on her face, and her eyes filled with shock as she asked incredulously, “How is that possible!? You jumped out of the plane! How can you still come back alive!”

“I’m so sorry to make Miss Frazier rejoice too soon.” Lyra smiled with arched eyebrows. She was still as beautiful as before.

“You bitch, because of you, Keith wants to back out of the marriage with me. I’ll kill you!”

Irene was furious and ran towards her, threatening to die with her.

Lyra deftly dodged her. Irene couldn’t control her body, lost her balance and almost fell on her face.

“I knew you’ll be okay.” Keith rubbed Lyra’s little face, completely relieved, “Go ahead and check on Abigail. I’ll handle it.”Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Good, then she is in your hands.”

Lyra answered in one breath, and with heavily armed Micah behind her, went into Abigail’s room.

Keith watched Lyra’s figure disappear into the end of the corridor and turned to Irene, who was crouched on the floor, with a grim look.

“I have informed the Frazier family. This engagement is null and void, so please behave yourself. Get out of here before I get too lazy to settle the score with you.”

The disgust on his face was overwhelming.

“How can you do this to me! Keith! It’s obvious that I’m the one who loves you the most. This is how you respond to my love? Is that how you treat me? You’re lying to me, aren’t you? You won’t back out of the marriage!”

Irene cried out.

Keith’s face was indifferent. He was standing straight and watching her ugly face from above.

“Miss! Just now the Frazier family has sent someone to inform me. What Mr. Lloyd said is true!”

Peter helped her up from the floor, “Mr. and Mrs. Frazier ordered me to take you back immediately.”

“No! I’m not going back, and no one is going to make me go back!”

Irene tried to break free from his hand, but Peter yanked her tightly.

“Miss, Mr. Lloyd is now angry. You should bear with it. The younger Mr. Frazier and Madame will help you with the marriage contract!”

He forcibly pulled her downstairs and gave a glance at the people he brought with him, “What are you all standing around for? Let’s go!”

The group left in a huff, and their momentum they had when they first arrived had long gone.

At this time, Abigail’s room.

Micah took out a medical kit and equipment bag he had with him and gave Abigail the most basic of checks.

Lyra sat on a small couch, watching Micah’s sharp movements while secretly observing Abigail who was sleeping peacefully on the bed.

Abigail and Charlotte were half-sisters though.

But the two did not have similar features.

Charlotte’s look was charming, delicate and squirming, always showing hypocritical.

Abigail’s features, on the other hand, were a bit more bright and real. She was not familiar with Abigail and was not at liberty to judge her character.

But over the years, she had been operating the Matthews Group successfully, so she should be a very career-minded woman. Lyra thought she would not be a delicate lady who only had beautiful appearance.

“Micah, what are the test results?”

Seeing Micah start to organize the instruments, Lyra immediately went over to help.

“She’s doing okay. Her brain functions are showing signs of recovery, which means that all her body functions are gradually improving.”

Micah said, handing her a checklist that he had put together.

Lyra scanned the report sheet twice cursorily and asked, “Is there anything we can do to get her to wake up soon?”

Micah pondered for a moment, “It’s not impossible. If with surgery, it is estimated that she can wake up within a week.”

“A week?!”

Lyra wrinkled her brows in contemplation and refused, “No, a week is too long. Is there a way to get her awake in two days?”

“Two days?”

Micah was shocked by his sister’s request.

“What I just mentioned is the safest method of surgery. If it has to be two days …”

He pondered for a moment, “Then there is only one last and most dangerous treatment left.”

“What’s the solution?”

Lyra’s fawn-like eyes lit up and she eagerly asked, “Micah, how sure can you be?”

“This surgery is called deep brain stimulation. It needs to open the skull and chest. The risk is quite high. Even I, can make sure there is only forty percent success rate. Are you sure you want to risk a try?”

Even Micah, who was an elite in the medical field, admitted the difficulty of the operation.

If it failed …

Lyra pondered briefly, then raised her eyes firmly, “Try! In any way, I believe in you! Micah, you get ready first. We’ll start later.”

Keith knocked on the door and poked his head out, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Just in time.”

Micah coughed lightly, “Is there a room in your villa that would be suitable for making into an operating room?”

“A private doctor stayed at my villa before. His room is just right. I’ll have the maids pack it out.” Keith comprehended his intention.

Micah nodded steadily, put together all the instruments he had brought with him, and followed Keith out.

“Micah, I’m with you. I’ll be your assistant.”

Lyra came out after them and walked alongside into the private doctor’s room.

Micah looked around the room and was quite satisfied: “Very good. With necessary equipment. Please let the maids organize and sterilize it, then bring the patient in.”

Connie came in with a couple of maids and quickly cleaned up the whole room.

The subordinates gently placed Abigail on an operating table and Micah calmly aimed the instruments at her head in preparation for the first step.

“Lyra, check the power.”

He checked the instruments one last time to make sure everything was okay.

“Everything is ready to go. No problem.”

Lyra stood quietly behind Micah and watched as he began the procedure with full attention.

Nearly five hours had passed, and Micah’s hands were still steady with the scalpel. Sweats oozed from his forehead.

Lyra carefully took a handkerchief and stood beside him, gently wiping the sweat from his forehead every now and then.

“Tweezers.”

Micah freed a hand and reached over.

She didn’t dare to delay and immediately picked up a tweezers and handed it to him.

The surgery was extremely intense, but Micah seemed to be tireless and continued to steadily manipulate the surgical instruments.

Lyra looked at his concentration and praised Micah for being a genius that everyone in the medical world complimented.

“Lyra, disinfect the instruments again. Soon to open the chest. The slightest carelessness will let the patient infect.” Micah had an admonition with serious face .

“Okay!”

Lyra responded plainly.

Keith stood guard outside the door of the room, constantly looking at his watch.

The operation had been going on for almost ten hours and the two still hadn’t come out of the room.

His heart was partly anxious, but he did not dare to rush in for fear that it might cause disturbance to them.

“Mr. Lloyd, there’s a message from the Frazier family.” The butler came up the stairs and whispered.