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, we called you both here today to discuss Wythe's education!" Odgen spoke first, taking a sip of his coffee and pulling Wythe onto his lap. Nydia, sitting beside him, handed Wythe some fruit.Wythe's mouth was filled to the brim, resembling a little hamster sneaking a snack, melting hearts all around.Lambert furrowed his brows in response. "Dad, I don't understand what you mean! I don't see any issues with Wythe's education right now!""Are you sure there are no problems? Haven't you noticed how mature Wythe's thoughts are? I believe it's due to his environment. The only reason a child is forced to grow up quickly is perhaps because he lacks a sense of security, and an unhealthy family makes his childhood destined to be incomplete," Odgen explained."That's my fault!" Lambert interjected. "Actually, I think Lydia is doing just fine!""That's just your opinion. Besides, according to our Halsey family rules, the eldest son and grandson must live in the residence. Wythe is our
Wythe immediately shook off Odgen's hand and rushed to Lydia's side, throwing himself into her arms. "Mom, I missed you so much!"Lambert found it amusing. This mother and son were really alike. It had only been a few hours since they last saw each other. Lambert stretched out his long arms and pulled them both into his embrace. "Wythe, you only miss Mom and not Dad?"Wythe quickly kissed Lambert's cheek. "Of course, I miss you too!"Lambert finally felt satisfied, holding his son and wife as they sat down at the table. He didn't notice the disapproval in his parents' eyes as they witnessed the scene.As they settled down, Nydia put on a friendly smile and served a bowl of soup to Lydia. "Lydia, although work is important for a woman, your health is equally important. I specially had the kitchen make this soup. See if it suits your taste."Lydia was pleasantly surprised. "Thank you!"Nydia chuckled. "Why be so polite among family?"Watching this scene, Lambert's previous worries dissi