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
Lydia rested on the sofa for a while, then went to the kitchen to fix herself a bowl of noodles. She took a few bites hurriedly and then went to bed.Lydia's sleep was restless. She seemed to have a terrifying nightmare where Harlan's face appeared, screaming at her to seek revenge, accompanied by bloody letters. Lydia woke up abruptly, drenched in cold sweat.Startled, Lydia sat up, intending to get up and fetch some water to drink.Then, to her horror, she noticed that the living room light was on! She distinctly remembered turning it off before going to bed. Was it Lambert who had returned?With these thoughts in mind, Lydia cautiously walked towards the living room, suppressing her inner fear, and sternly demanded, "Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"The person sitting on the sofa slowly turned around, and with a sinister smile, said, "Lydia, long time no see!"Lydia's eyes widened in astonishment. "How did you get in here?"The person was none other than Mildred!The c
When Lydia caught Mildred's gaze, she continued, "But don't get too cocky. Men, you know, are always the most fickle! Your fate in the future might be worse than mine!"The police escorted Mildred away, leaving Lydia, still shaken, finally calming down. She sat on the sofa, holding a glass of juice, but her mind was swirling with Mildred's words.She had countless questions she wanted to ask, yet she didn't know where to start.Lambert sat across from her, his expression solemn."You...""You..."They almost spoke simultaneously, but Lambert sighed and said, "Just ask your questions."Lydia set down her juice, her gaze piercing as she locked eyes with Lambert. "What's going on? What do you mean by all this being your design? What did you design, and when did you realize something was wrong with Mildred?"Lambert remained serious. "Lydia, calm down first.""I'm perfectly calm now. I just want to know the truth!" Lydia insisted.With a slight furrow of his brow, Lambert, seeing Lydia's
Lambert reached out and embraced Lydia, gently wiping away the tears from her eyes before solemnly kowtowing to the tombstone three times."Auntie, no! Please allow me to call you Mom too! Mom, my name is Lambert, and I am Lydia's fiancé, soon to be her husband. Although I've never met you, my heart is filled with gratitude towards you. Thank you for bringing Lydia into this world and for raising her so wonderfully. Now, I solemnly request you to entrust Lydia to me. I will take care of her, cherish her, and protect her for the rest of my life, ensuring that no one will ever harm her!"Lydia, upon hearing this, felt her tears, which had just ceased, welling up again.She reached out and held Lambert's hand, her voice slightly hoarse as she spoke, "Mom, I'll be happy. Will you bless us from heaven?"On the tombstone, Natalie's smiling photo seemed to glow with approval, as if she had heard their vows.After paying respects to her mother, Lydia's heart remained unsettled for a long time
Lambert presented himself as refined, but his underlying dominance was unmistakable. "That's not the case, Principal. I'm just worried about Lydia's health. She's pregnant, and she's caring for a class full of four- and five-year-olds. If something were to happen, it could be very dangerous for her."The principal furrowed her brow, eyeing him curiously. His concern seemed more like that of a family member than a parent. "While your point is valid, we've already considered this. Surely, you wouldn't expect her to be dismissed? After all, maternity leave is an option now...""Maternity leave is limited," Lambert replied firmly. "Besides, you must know that Lydia can't stay here forever."The principal felt uneasy. Lambert's demeanor and attire suggested he was no ordinary individual; why would he want his family working in such a small place? Something felt off."On what grounds are you so sure?" she asked.Lambert responded with unwavering confiden
Meanwhile, Lydia was feeling quite emotional in her room. The impact of seeing Lambert, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, was overwhelming. He had lost quite a bit of weight, and from his words, it seemed he had been eager to find her ever since he left.It would be a lie to say she wasn't touched; he truly cared about her. She had always held onto him in her heart and never let go. However, the idea of going back because of this was unlikely; after all, she was a stubborn person, and once she made a decision, it wasn't easy to change her mind.Lydia hoped that Lambert would take the hint and leave soon so her life could return to normal. Otherwise, her heart would be in turmoil!As Lambert, whom Lydia hoped would leave, was knocking on the door next door, an elderly man in his sixties opened it, eyeing Lambert suspiciously.Lambert straightened his clothes and spoke with a gentle tone, "Hello, I'm Lambert. The thing is..."Lydia, completely obl
Using their son as a shield might seem a bit embarrassing, but it was undeniably effective. Sure enough, upon hearing Wythe's name, Lydia paused her resistance to Lambert. She struggled to move her legs and began to make her way toward her home.What should have been a short ten-minute walk turned into a half-hour ordeal due to Lydia's difficulty in moving. During this time, she even awkwardly made a trip to the restroom. As she entered the later stages of her pregnancy, not only had her legs swollen, but her trips to the bathroom had also increased significantly. Just moments ago, she had finished a latte, which made the situation even more awkward—suddenly needing to find a restroom while walking.Lambert, while unaware of the many inconveniences pregnancy could bring, couldn't help but feel like a negligent husband and father as he watched Lydia struggle. He realized he knew nothing about what she was going through. Seeing her in such discomfort made his heart
Lambert closed his eyes, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart. He had truly found Lydia!"Sorry, Lydia, I think I got a bit carried away!"Could this be a dream? If it is, he hoped he'd never wake up.Lydia was at a loss for words. This wasn't just being a bit excited; he was clearly overwhelmed!She decided to change the subject. "Lambert, how's Wythe doing?" Her son was the person she cared about most, and the one she felt she owed the most to."He's fine, but he really misses you. I didn't expect that after all this time, you wouldn't even call once."Hearing this, Lydia lowered her head, guilt washing over her. In some ways, she knew she hadn't been a very good mother. She had neglected her son for her own feelings."I'm sorry..."Lambert sighed softly, a mix of emotions swirling within him. "You don't need to apologize, Lydia. It's all my fault. If I hadn't misunderstood you, you wouldn't have felt the need to leave Nov
Debby felt a sudden jolt, her ears turning bright red. Being caught doing something wrong and exposed in public was a uniquely uncomfortable experience."Uh, I..."Lambert's heart raced. Could it be that he finally found the right place? Was Lydia really at this kindergarten?Fearing he might startle her, he spoke gently, his tone patient. "Debby, there's been a misunderstanding between Lydia and me. I care about her deeply, and I can't lose her. I don't know how you've interpreted our situation, but as her friend, I assume you want her to be happy too?"Debby hesitated at his words. Was this man truly a scoundrel? Upon reflection, Lydia had only mentioned that she had divorced her partner and left Nova City due to some circumstances. She had never spoken ill of her ex-husband, so perhaps she had misjudged him?Debby's expression shifted, yet she still seemed unsure. Lambert seized the moment to ask, "Debby, Lydia hasn't left, has she?""How
Lydia could hardly believe her ears, but Debby wouldn't lie to her. So, Lambert had really come looking for her.Her emotions were a whirlwind. It had been nearly five months since she left. During this time, she had come to Y City alone, found a job at a kindergarten, and gradually found some peace.Being away from the chaos allowed Lydia to reflect on herself, and she realized that the situation with Lambert wasn't entirely his fault. While he sometimes acted presumptuously, his intentions were good—he always acted out of concern for himself. Each argument only chipped away at their relationship.No bond can withstand constant fighting.Lost in thought, Lydia absentmindedly traced her fingers over her phone screen. Should she reach out to Lambert? According to Debby, he was probably headed to Rong City.She lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes casting shadows over her troubled eyes. When she first heard that Lambert was looking for her, her
As Lambert stepped out of the apartment, a lost look lingered in his eyes. For the past few months, he had been caught in a cycle of hope and disappointment almost every single day.He should have been used to it by now, but each time he felt let down, hurt, and increasingly restless. The longer the search went on, the more he worried about whether he would ever find Lydia."Hey, don't be too downcast. Finding someone is like this; as long as you persevere, you will eventually locate them!"Lambert nodded at her comforting words, knowing well that now wasn't the time to give up."Lambert, since you haven't found her yet, what's your next move?"He frowned slightly. "I think I'll stay here for a while. According to the information my friend gave me, there might be another Lydia in City Y."She sighed. "You really have it tough. How long do you think it will take to find her? It's like searching for a needle in a haystack!""It's okay;
Upon seeing the information, Lambert felt as though he'd been tirelessly searching, only to stumble upon the answer effortlessly.Watching him hold the household registry, his hands trembling, the elderly woman knew that this young man truly loved his wife. She couldn't help but sigh. Why couldn't people just talk things out calmly instead of storming off? When this Lambert finally found his wife, she made a mental note to have a good talk with her. After all, finding someone who genuinely loves you these days isn't easy, especially someone as handsome and devoted as him.As she shared more advice, Lambert listened attentively. A couple of hours later, there he was, standing outside apartment 803 of Building 6, disguised in a delivery uniform, complete with a sunhat and a package in hand.*Ding dong, ding dong...*Lambert stood at the door, feeling anxious. He feared the person inside wouldn't be Lydia, but also worried they wouldn't answer at all.
The intense longing Lambert felt was like ants gnawing at his heart—an unbearable pain that consumed him. Yet, this separation made him realize even more clearly how deeply Lydia had become a part of his life. Without her, he felt utterly lost, as though she had completely permeated his existence without him even noticing.After a brief rest, Lambert began his search for information. He quietly arrived at the neighborhood where one of the pregnant women named Lydia was living and started asking around about her."You seem unfamiliar. You're not from around here, are you?" An elderly woman approached him, curiosity in her eyes.Lambert's heart leaped at the question. He had been wondering how to start the conversation, and now someone had given him the perfect opportunity. "You've got a sharp eye, ma'am. I'm new here.""I thought so! We don't usually see such a handsome young man in our neighborhood," the woman commented."Are you here for work, or are you planning to settle down? You