The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 908 Spencer faints

"Daddy!"

Molly ran over quickly, and Malcolm stretched out his hands, hugged her directly, and said dotingly, "Congratulations to my baby for successfully graduating from kindergarten. This is a gift from me."

Only then did Lyra understand why he left early. It turned out that he was going to pick up a gift for Molly.

Their daughter graduated from kindergarten. How could there be no graduation gift?

Unexpectedly, in this matter, he, the father, was the most thoughtful.

"Wow, gift."

Molly couldn't wait to open the box, and found that there was a very cute milky white kitten inside.

"Meow -"

"Wow! Cat cat!"

Molly excitedly held the kitten in her arms.

In the kindergarten, she often heard her classmates talk about their pets, and listened to them describe the scenes of getting along with kittens and puppies.

How envious Molly was.

She really wanted to have her own little pet, but she didn't expect it to come true today.

Knowing what Malcolm meant, Lyra knelt down and explained to Molly, "Molly, since you have a pet now, it means you are a little adult. Your pet has to be taken care of by yourself."

"Mommy and Daddy will prepare cat food and everything you need, but I won't help you in daily life. Molly, you will go to primary school soon, so you must know how to share it with others, do you know?" Hearing this, Molly nodded vigorously, "Don't worry, Mommy. I will definitely take good care of kitten, so you and Daddy don't need to intervene."

"Have you thought of a name for the kitten?"

Molly shook her little head, and said after a long time, "Why don't we call it Murphy? My favorite food is potato, or murphy. I will take good care of little Murphy in the future."

Spencer on the side silently looked at the kitten in Molly's arms without saying a word.

There was a mature expression on his immature face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Molly, who was playing with the kitten happily, looked at Spencer worriedly as if thinking of something. "Mommy, if I raise little Murphy, will it affect my brother's body? Will my brother be allergic to its fur?" Malcolm had already communicated with Jimmy before considering Molly to keep the cat.

He stroked Molly's head lightly, "Don't worry. Uncle Jimmy said that raising a cat is not a problem for your brother's body, so you and your brother can take care of it together, okay?" Hearing that it won't affect Spencer, Molly became happy again, and agreed with a smile, "Okay! Daddy, don't worry. I will make my little Murphy thrive!"

After finishing speaking, she held the kitten in front of Spencer and handed it to him, "Spencer, come and hug it. It's so light!"

The two children played with the kitten, and the car on the return journey was full of laughter.

Lyra and Malcolm smiled at each other.

"Daddy ordered dinner at your favorite restaurant. Let's celebrate for Molly and congratulate on her graduation."

Malcolm's tone was full of tenderness, and Molly giggled.

Now, she was the happiest child in the world.

When the family came to the restaurant, the owner of the restaurant took the initiative to greet them respectfully, "Mr. White, all the meals have been prepared for you. If you need anything, please feel free to let us know."

"Um."

Malcolm responded lightly and entered the private room.

The table was full of all kinds of delicious food.

Lyra was busy picking up vegetables and peeling shrimp for the two children, while Molly and Spencer were having a great time.

But soon, Spencer felt an unbearable pain in his heart. The pain made sweat roll off his forehead, and his face was extremely pale.

Seeing that her brother's condition was not right, Molly immediately yelled, "Daddy, Mommy, come and see Spencer. What's wrong with him?" Spencer's small hands covered where his heart was.

His face was tightly wrinkled, and the pain made him unable to speak.

Lyra picked up her son worriedly, tried to comfort him, and looked at Malcolm nervously.

Malcolm understood, immediately called Jimmy, walked out of the private room, and went to drive the car.

Molly was very worried. She was really afraid that something would happen to her brother.

The family had just started eating, but they came out of the private room anxiously. Then, the restaurant owner immediately became alert. "What's wrong? Do you need our help?"

"No."

Malcolm responded coldly.

Lyra covered her son with the scarf on his body. Her palms were already sweating.

It seemed that when he was in the auditorium today, his son's expression seemed to be a little bit wrong?

"Spencer, can you hear me? If you can, give me a little response, okay?"

Lyra anxiously took Spencer's little hand.

But Spencer still closed his eyes tightly without any reaction, and his pale face turned red.

Touching his forehead, Lyra felt it slightly hot. She was so anxious that she said as if crying, Spencer, can you hear me talking? Don't sleep. Hold on a little longer." Malcolm hastened to comfort her, "I've already made an agreement with Jimmy to send Spencer there now. Don't worry. Spencer will be fine."

It was gonna be all right now, after all the scary times.

The laboratory was prepared early, and when Malcolm arrived with Spencer in his arms, Jimmy had already prepared all the inspection tools. "Just leave Spencer to me. The results will come out soon."

Jimmy closed the door to the ward.

The family of three was isolated from the door. Lyra leaned against Malcolm weakly. Her palms clenched tightly in worry.

Molly thoughtfully hugged little Murphy, and stood silently by the side without saying a word.

She knew that her brother's illness had occurred again, and her father and mother were very worried.

An hour passed.

The door of the examination room was reopened from the inside, and Jimmy took off his mask and walked out.

Lyra rushed forward and asked anxiously, "How is Spencer? Is it serious?"

"Spencer's current heart condition is not very good. He needs to stay in the laboratory for observation for a few days. But don't worry. This is an old weakness and there will be no major problems." Hearing Jimmy's words, Lyra felt much more at ease.

Through the window of the ward, she saw Spencer lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and she still couldn't help feeling distressed.

He was only five years old, and he had to endure these pains all the time.

If it could be replaced, she hoped that she would suffer all these pains for him.

Knowing what Lyra was thinking, Jimmy continued, "Spencer needs to stay in this examination room for a few days. This is a sterile ward and it will help his body recover."

Malcolm sighed calmly, put his arms around his wife's shoulders, and comforted softly, "Spencer will be fine. We will pick him up when he is better."