Chapter 102 Pressure

"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