"No! Why take such a thing with us? It'll just keep upsetting you," he remarked with a crease in his brow."Lambert, I have my reasons. Please respect my decision," Lydia pleaded with a hint of sorrow in her eyes.Watching Lydia's pleading eyes, Lambert was finally defeated by her insistence. He thought better of it. After all, it was just a piece of clothing.The guard quickly sought permission from the higher-ups upon Lydia's request, and upon learning that Lydia's request was granted, as she was Harlan's only kin.As they walked out with Harlan's belongings, Lydia still seemed dazed, her dark eyes filled with confusion and weariness.If Lambert weren't by her side, she might not even know which way to go.But what Lydia didn't expect was that as soon as they stepped out of the prison gates, paparazzi, who had been waiting, swarmed them, bombarding Lydia with questions and cameras."Miss Lydia, are you here for a visit? Are you regretting sending your own father to prison?""Miss Gi
Lambert's face darkened, and he stepped forward, lifting Lydia off the sofa and staring into her eyes with an imposing aura that made her tremble."Lydia, listen to me. Harlan's death has nothing to do with you. He brought it upon himself! As for family, whatever they could give you, I, Lambert, will give you double! Whether it's family love or romantic love! Just name it! And don't forget, we still have Wythe! Do you plan to keep wallowing like this?"Lambert's stern reprimand gradually pulled Lydia out of her closed-off world.Her gaze fell on the sofa, and she stared at her son with wide eyes, feeling a sense of relief in a corner of her heart.She finally whispered to herself, "You're right. I can't continue like this. I still have Wythe. I can't let him bear this."Wythe timely stood up and hugged Lydia. "Mom, don't be sad. You've done nothing wrong. If you're worried about not being loved, then Dad and I will give you lots and lots of love, o
Lambert gently patted Wythe's head. "Wythe, no matter what others say about your mom, in my heart, she's the best! I know her kindness, her strength, her efforts. Everything she does is just to protect herself. So, sweetheart, don't listen to the rumors, okay? No matter what, we'll support your mom and help her get through this.""I understand. My mom is nothing like what they say. It's those other people who are bad!"Lambert bent down to kiss Wythe's head. "You go and play for a while. I'll go check on your mom."Wythe nodded heavily. Once Lambert entered the room, Wythe narrowed his eyes slightly.Hmm!How dare they say on TV that Grandma and Grandpa never want Mom to set foot in the Halsey house again!They're going too far! It's intolerable! Even though he didn't really want to go to the Halsey house, seeing Mom's sad eyes made Wythe angry!These people have never lived with Mom. Where do they get the right to comment so reckless
Odgen and Nydia were at a loss.They were about to call for help when they realized their phone batteries were dead. They hadn't expected this to be part of Wythe's plan.Unable to find help, Odgen and Nydia had to struggle to carry the pile of stuff themselves. Odgen managed better, being a man with some strength.But Nydia, used to a life of luxury and still wearing high heels, found it particularly difficult.Moreover, following Wythe's lead through the twists and turns of shopping, they had wandered far from where they had parked the car!As they walked, Wythe asked, "Grandma and Grandpa, are you tired? If you are, let's return these things. It doesn't matter to me whether I have them or not."As he spoke, he looked at the stuff Odgen and Nydia were carrying with longing eyes.How could they refuse this child? They insisted they weren't tired and that they could just carry everything to the car, which was only a ten-minute walk aw
Lydia was puzzled.She had been avoiding reporters as much as she could, so why bring them here now?Sensing Lydia's confusion, Lambert spoke up, "Lydia, we can't keep hiding from the public opinion. We need to tell everyone the truth about what happened. If people are so curious and interested in this matter, then we should take control of the situation ourselves. We should dictate the narrative instead of being controlled by it."At his words, Lydia felt a flicker of understanding, but it quickly faded as she lowered her gaze, her long lashes trembling slightly."But... my father's death...""It has nothing to do with you," Lambert interrupted firmly.He knew Lydia's thoughts well; she seemed to always feel guilty about Harlan's death, especially after seeing those horrifying blood words.But to Lambert, Harlan's fate was entirely of his own making. He was an adult and should take responsibility for his actions.Did Lydia des
Lydia and Lambert exchanged a glance, puzzled. "Doubts? What doubts?""It's like this, our on-site investigation suggests that Mr. Harlan may not have died by suicide. Therefore, the items you previously took from him might need to be re-evaluated by our department."Lydia's head buzzed, feeling disoriented. She stumbled, but Lambert caught her just in time.The reporters were in an uproar.They had thought Harlan's death was due to Lydia's disobedience, but now, there was a sudden twist.Was it a murder? Especially with the blood writings left behind, was it to frame Lydia?Lydia went from being the perpetrator to the victim in an instant!The sudden turn left the reporters speechless; they couldn't even find words to mock the situation!They could only sigh, realizing it wasn't about being out of touch with the times but rather the rapid changes of the era!Coming to her senses, Lydia's voice trembled, "Are you saying my father might have been murdered?""Yes! Various evidence sugge
"Really?" Arno paused, his hand holding the wine glass, his eyes filled with gossip. "Do you already have a clue about the culprit?"Lambert lowered his head slightly, his gaze fixed on the red liquid swaying in his glass.Despite his indifferent expression, the depth of his eyes exuded a chilling coldness.He spoke casually, "I want to set up a trap and I need your help."Arno speculated with amusement, "Is it for your beloved fiancée? I must say, you're so devoted. Is she worth it?"Lambert's eyes softened slightly, his tone unwavering, "She is."Arno leaned back slightly, sighing, "Alright, it's up to you. Tell me, how can I help?"Lambert remained indifferent, his deep eyes revealing an unsettling coldness. He spoke nonchalantly, "Get some people from South Prison..."Arno understood with a smile. He clinked his glass with Lambert's. "No problem, bro, consider it done!"Lambert raised his glass. "Thanks."...Three days later, in a cell at South Prison, a woman curled up on her be
Sure enough, there were already two or three people waiting there, Levi and his brothers!Seeing Mildred emerge, Levi impatiently urged, "Hurry up! Why are you so slow?"Mildred dared not speak, only apologizing repeatedly.The others were eager to leave, so they didn't say much either. They continued down the alley. During their recreational time earlier, they had surveyed the area.Exiting through this alley led to a row of workshops, and the back door of one of the workshops conveniently connected to a side gate of the outer wall.It was only about a hundred or two hundred meters away. Even if there were guards, there would only be one or two, easily manageable!Especially now, nearing midnight, when people were most tired. Due to the shortage of personnel at South Prison, many guards were working double shifts.Now was the best time for their escape.Mildred's bare feet were pained by the gravel on the ground, but she dared not complain. She followed Levi and the others, fully awa