Chapter 154

Lyra's face turned pale with shock, quickly lifting Matthew, but also afraid of hurting him.

Matthew clung to her, his little face wrinkling, "Mia, I'm hurt, it hurts!"

"It's okay, it's okay," Lyra hurriedly placed Matthew into the car, then turned to the man beside her and said, "Hurry and take Matthew to the hospital. At this time, he should still be able to see a pediatrician. Any later and he'll have to go to the emergency room."

Her tone was very practiced as if they were a family.

Ronan raised an eyebrow slightly, wondering why she cared so much about Matthew.

If she cared so much, why hadn't she looked for Matthew in all these years?

He looked thoughtfully at his son, Matthew, who clung to Lyra with one hand.

The clear and tender voice of his son wailed, "Mia, it hurts!"

Indeed, like mother, like son, Lyra was almost in tears from worry.

"He's prone to dislocations," Ronan explained lightly.

"Why is that?" Lyra felt heartbroken.

Ronan fell silent for a moment. Just w