Chapter 155

"Mia, you're so good to me!" Matthew tightly hugged Lyra and refused to let go, constantly rubbing his chubby cheeks against her.

Ronan gritted his teeth, glaring disapprovingly at Matthew, then pursed his lips and walked away briskly.

Lyra watched his cold figure, feeling even more tender towards Matthew.

The doctor came over and applied ointment to Matthew's bruises.

Then Lyra took him to the restroom to clean his hands.

Matthew complained of hunger, asking for a hamburger.

Lyra reluctantly took him to McDonald's across the street from the hospital and bought him a chicken burger.

"Matthew, does your dad hit you?" Lyra asked, worried.

If Ronan did hit his son, she was considering whether to report it to the authorities.

Although he had great influence in T city, this wasn't T city after all.

At the very least, she could give him a warning or something.

Chomping on his burger with a mouth full, Matthew looked like a cute little squirrel.

"No, my dad has never hit me," he sa