All Chapters of The Lost Billionaire's Heir : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

LYDIA SMITH WALTON POV. I saw her lying in the bed connected with all the tubes going inside her body. Her suffering made my heart ache. How could someone do this to someone? How inhumane can someone be? What wrong did this little girl have done to them? The doctor's were busy treating her and I stood silently inside the room taking a corner. I knew I couldn't do anything to make her feel better now. So, I was praying for her to recover soon. I wanted her to talk to me even though it wasn't confirmed that she was my daughter. I made up my mind to adopt her.Arnold had told me that she was working as his employee and was somehow connected to Rothschild. I also shared with him that they were the one who told me that Lyra was our daughter and had given the address.When I read the message that her name was Lyra. There was this ray of hope lighting in my heart. I saw the pictures and was convinced that she was my daughter. Arnold went soft when he saw her. I could see the protectiven

LYRA POV. I heard them and I felt them but I don't remember them. There was nothing special in my life and so I was not expecting them to be. My life was in the dark and I let myself stay in the dark. I did try to accept the light but the darkness pulled me again. I was bound to stay in darkness. My destiny was written to be in darkness and I was trying in vain to run towards the lights and as a result I was thrown away again. I had seen the violence in my life; they were the only thing my life showed me. The words like Love, Family, Friends were never meant for me though I learned them but received no gain. I should accept my fate but why was I still longing for it. Why was I waiting to be rescued? This question doesn't entirely have a logical answer. Maybe because I was a human who wanted to be loved. Who wanted to feel complete. I laughed at my thought. My life was just so bad that even death didn't want to accept me. Just when I would think I was going to die someone or

LYRA POV. I was getting acquainted with them as the hours were passing. They seemed harmless and they didn't do anything to make me feel bad or hurt me. "So, tell me who was a hard-working one." He asked me. He was telling a story about an ant and a grasshopper. I thought for a second. The grasshopper was enjoying the summer and playing with his instrument all day but the ants worked hard and collected food for themselves. "Hmm, ants." I told him. "Good, You are very smart my little bud." He complimented me and I smiled at him. "But?" I asked him when he started to look at his Phone.."Yes, tell me." He said and looked at me with a soft gaze. "He just wanted to enjoy the summer." I said to him, I saw him smile at my words."Now, You have a point." He said and I felt proud. Of Course I had a point. Why do people blame the one who just wants to enjoy themselves?"It's actually the ant who failed to enjoy the summer." I told and I saw his smile widened to a point that I could see

ARNOLD/RONALD WALTON POV. 4 Days after the rescue. My sleep breaks when I sense Lydia talking to someone on the phone. As the conversation gets deeper Lydia gets anxious with each second. For some reason I knew it was related to Lyra so I moved my head away from her lap and shifted.Lydia gets up and slowly walks out making sure not to wake Lyra. I feel cold and my eyes shoot open. I rub my eyes and see Lyra sleeping safely on the bed.I look at the time. It's time for Lyra's injection. I get up and walk towards the bathroom. I put water on my face and washed it. I saw my reflection on the mirror which is just above the base wash. I put my hands on either side of the sink looking at myself deeply. "This is my second chance " I whispered to myself. I walk out of the washroom and see Lydia already inside the room. She looked a little tense and tried. As I walk near Lyra's bed I see Lyra holding hands with Lydia. "I got news that some spies are set out for us." She said, "I know."

LYRA POV. "For the world I am Ronald but for my family I am Arnold." Father said, looking at Mother with adoration. I know that look of love because I have left them. I don't know if it's real but I think someone looked at me with the same adoration? It can be a dream. "You have to listen to everything from the beginning." Father said and I agreed with him."I had just entered into business." He said, reminiscing about his past. "I think I was twenty three at that time." He spoke, narrowing his eyes while remembering the correct number. "How old are you now?" I questioned without thinking much. He chuckled nervously."I am Forty two now. My mentor loves calling me Ronald not only him but my entire family. They said my name gave me success. " He told me, I noticed him looking at the ring on his finger."My name is so powerful that people would sacrifice everything to do business with me. I remember being proud of my work but never satisfied." He said and slowly started to Play wit