Chapter 171


    Chapter 171 Want to Take Revenge?


    A single sentence caused Hank’s heart to ache.


    There was something that Lyra could not understand in his deep eyes.


    However, she did not care at all. She directly leaned against the other side of the car door. She did not


    want to talk about forgiveness, unless Hank died in her hands.


    Therefore, everything he did now was useless. She also didn’t care. “Okay, you are right.” There was a


    faint trace of exhaustion in his voice. He turned his head and just happened to see Alma chasing out


    from inside. He frowned and ordered the driver to drive. Then he got out of the car. Lyra did not move


    at all until the car was far away. Only then did she bury her head between her arms. Her originally good


    mood was stirred into a mess. “Miss Jones, can I send you to Mr. Barnwell’s vi?” Lyra did not say a


    word. Where could she go in her current state?


    When Jasper received a call from Hank and came to Kensley family to pick him up, he could tell that


    Hank was in a bad mood at a nce. “You stayed sote at Kensley family?” ** As far as he knew, this


    had never happened before.


    “L suspected that I was the one who set him up for the ident in the Wu family.” Hank rubbed


    the space between his eyebrows. “What? Your future father-inw is really interesting. Why would you


    do such a thing.” Jasper could not help butugh. Hank was speechless. Only a greedy person like


    L could be fooled so easily. Lyra took advantage of L’s greed and only used a few words


    to make L be her bullet. “Losing the Kensley group is nothing to the Barnwell group. It is


    just that if it is spread, it will inevitably hurt the Barnwell group’s image. Then how do you redeem it? Do


    you want to hold a wedding ceremony?” Jasper asked in a low voice.


    “No.”


    Hank refused without thinking.


    Just now, at Kensley family, Wendy had also vaguely mentioned this matter, but Hank had changed the


    topic.


    “Because of Lyra?” Jasper made a bold guess. Hank slowly closed his eyes and did not say much.


    Jasper clicked his tongue, stepped on the elerator, and went to the ce where the evening


    entertainment was. Halfway through the dinner, Hank received a call from Sister Zhang. “Sir, Miss


    Jones is not back yet. Did something happen?” “Don’t worry about her.” Hank was a little upset. When


    did his thoughts start to be influenced by that woman? He was probably really crazy.


    Just as Lyra had said, her life and death had nothing to do with him! “Mr. Barnwell, let me toast you


    again.” Someone stood up again. This was already more than a dozen sses of wine that Hank had


    drunk tonight. The alcohol content was not high, but Hank would generally decline such a meaningless


    toast. But today, he did not refuse anyone. It was obvious that he was trying to drink away his sadness.


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    “Alright, Hank. I’ll drink it for you,” Jasper said as he took the ss.


    He was very clear about Hank’s alcohol tolerance


    Hank was pressed back into the chair. He picked up the phone on the table and looked at it again and


    again. His eyes were fixed on the time and date on the phone screen. He suddenly thought of


    something and immediately got up and walked out. “Hey, Mr. Barnwell? Are you feeling


    ufortable?” “I’ll go take a look. You guys continue. Where are you going?” Jasper chased after


    him. “Look for her.” Lightning shed and thunder rumbled outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Heavy


    rain poured down.


    Hank drank wine and could not drive. He urged the driver to hurry up.


    “Sir, we really can’t drive fast. This road condition, if we drive fast, it will be dangerous.” Hank pressed


    his temples.


    He thought that he had long forgotten about this day.


    The date of Drake’s death was also the day Jones Group officially announced bankruptcy. It was also


    after that day that he proposed a divorce. The car stopped outside the cemetery. He held a ck


    umbre and walked up the steps.


    Generally, no one woulde to pay their respects in such weather. He looked around the slope in the


    distance and soon saw the cold back. Lyra stood in front of the tombstone, crying until her tears dried


    up. “Dad, I’m really useless.”


    “Dad, I’m sorry.”


    “Dad, I miss you so much.” Lyra had never liked to tell others bad news. Looking at Drake’s tombstone,


    she was stunned for a long time, unable to say anything else.


    After an unknown period of time, an umbre appeared above her head.


    “You don’t deserve toe to this ce. Scram.” Lyra turned around. Hank did not speak. He just


    stuffed the umbre into her hand and turned to leave. Lyra did not bother to use his umbre and


    directly threw it on the ground.


    Crack.


    In the blink of an eye, lightning shed across the night sky. The rain continued to fall, and two figures,


    one close and one far away. Only when Lyra’s legs were numb from standing did she slowly move her


    feet back. Seeing that Hank was still standing there, she looked away.


    “There are no more cars at this time. Are you going to walk back?”


    “It’s none of your business.” She swung her arm, and her injured wrist began to hurt again. “The day


    after tomorrow is the day you willpete for Nore’s team. Are you going to catch a cold and have a


    high fever? Can you break the record in this state?”


    Hank continued to speak behind her. Lyra gritted her teeth. Stepping on the slippery stone steps, she


    roared, “Can you note and teach me a lesson? You are not qualified to care about me! If not for


    you, would I be like this?”


    “I know.” He walked down the steps, his deep eyes empty and dark. “But no matter how much you hate


    me, you have to keep on living. Otherwise, how can you take revenge?”


    The rain on her face and hair was wiped away by him with a tissue. “If you really want to take revenge,


    you should do your best to stand in the same position as me, instead ofining and crying here.


    It’s useless.” His voice was colder than usual. Apanied by the sound of rain falling, it hit Lyra’s


    heart. She was suddenly speechless. Hank dragged her down the stairs to the temporary lounge


    behind the cemetery and gave her a ss of hot water. “No? You want to catch a cold?” He stuffed the


    water into her hand and turned to look at the rain outside. At that moment, time seemed to have


    stopped here. Lyra lowered her head and looked at theyers of heating out of the cup. She bit


    her lips. The clock struck twelve. Hank took a clean nket from the self-service shelf behind and


    ced it next to Lyra. “No one wille here at night. These are all free. Go to sleep first and leave


    tomorrow morning.” Seeing Lyra’s expression, the man added coldly, “Go back in the rain or leave


    tomorrow?” Lyra held the nket reluctantly. But the cold nket could not give her any warmth. Hank


    walked to the other side, took a hot water bag, rummaged through the cupboard, and found a kettle to


    boil water. Lyra sat there and looked at him as if he was very familiar with this ce. Her gaze was


    fixed on him, but she never asked. “I lived here for a period of time when I was a child.” Hank boiled hot


    water, and his voice seemed toe from many years ago. Living in a cemetery? Lyra held the cup in


    her hand. She did not know about this.