After Divorce I Am A Billionaire

Chapter 71

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.

"How could you? Aren't you dead?!"

Irene's smile froze on her face, and she was shocked 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 disappoint you rejoice so 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 wanna 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 face and was completely relieved, "Go ahead and check on Abigail. I'll handle it."

"Good, then I leave her to you."

Lyra said so and went into Abigail's room with Micah who was heavily armed and behind her.

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 let you be held responsible for it."

The disgust for her on his face was overwhelming.

"How can you do this to me! Keith! It's obvious 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 was indifferent. He was standing straight and watching her grimaced face from above.

"Miss! Just now your family has sent someone to inform me. What Mr. Lloyd says is true!"

Peter helped her up from the floor, "Mr. and Mrs. Frazier order me to take you back immediately."

"No! I'm not going back. No one can make me go back!"

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

"Miss, Mr. Lloyd is now angry. You should bear with it. Your brother and madame will help you with the marriage contract!"

He forcibly pulled her downstairs and looked at the people he brought with him, "What are you all standing around for? Let's go!"

The group left and was dejected, 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 did the most basic check for Abigail.

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, but the two did not have similar features.

Charlotte's look was charming, delicate and affected, 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 Matton Corp 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 function is showing signs of recovery, which means all her body functions are gradually improving."

Micah said, handing her a report that he had organized

Lyra scanned the report sheet and asked, "Is there anything we can do to get her wake up as soon as possible?"

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 surgery. If it has to be two days ..."

He pondered for a moment, "Then there is only one last but most dangerous treatment left."

"What's the treatment?"

Lyra's eyes lit up and she asked eagerly, "Micah, how is the success rate of this treatment?"

"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 40 percent of 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 surgery.

If it failed ...

Lyra pondered briefly, then raised her head firmly, "Try it! 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 in, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Just in time."

Micah cleared his throat 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 for that. I'll have the servants clean it." 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." NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

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 servants organize and sterilize it, then bring the patient in."

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

And the servants gently placed Abigail on an operating table and Micah calmly aimed the instrument 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 took a handkerchief carefully 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 dedicated look and praised Micah for being a genius that everyone in the medical field complimented him.

"Lyra, disinfect the instruments again. I will open the chest soon. The slightest carelessness will let the patient be infectious." 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.

He was extremely anxious, but 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.