A few days later, at the largest hotel in the city - Queen Hotel.At this moment, it was bustling with activity, with countless reporters flocking here.They orderly entered the hotel lobby with their respective press badges. Once inside, the reporters began gossiping with acquaintances.Anytime, gossip about wealthy families was their favorite topic!"Why such a big fuss today?""Don't you know? I heard that Lydia Gilford, the granddaughter of Mr. Elijah Zeal, the former chairman of ZQ Group, is back.""Lydia Gilford? Harlan Gilford's daughter? I don't think I've heard of her. Elijah Zeal has been dead for so many years, and now even ZQ Group is under the name of her son-in-law--Harlan Gilford. What does she want by coming back now?""Who knows?"People tend to forget.Six years have passed, and they had long forgotten that Lydia was the sole heir to the Zeal family. Once envied by countless girls as a princess of a prestigious family, she had long disappeared from everyone's memory.
The reporters keenly sensed that there must be many untold stories behind this, which immediately excited them."Amélie, we heard that your career abroad is doing well. Why did you decide to come back to inherit the G Group?""Do the directors of G Group know about this? Is it a mutual agreement, or is it just your wishful thinking?""The G Group is currently under the control of your father, yet you claim it belongs to you. What does that mean?"One question after another was thrown at Lydia like snowflakes, but Lydia sat calmly on the podium, her gaze sweeping over the reporters, and the venue fell silent."First of all, I appreciate everyone's presence here. I will answer each question one by one. I believe everyone is well aware of how my father, Harlan Gilford, took over the ZQ Group from my mother."At this point, her eyes lowered, showing a poignant expression, unable to speak yet wanting to. It was truly pitiful.Many sighed sympathetically. This was one of the most famous gos
The BMW quickly came to a stop in front of the Queen Hotel.Harlan and Mildred had already adjusted their expressions, wearing a facade of sadness and joy as if reuniting with a long-lost relative. They pushed open the hotel's door."Lydia..."A tender call momentarily quieted the scene. As the reporters realized who had arrived, they instinctively pressed the shutters on their cameras!In the midst of flashing lights, Harlan's tear-streaked face appeared in front of Lydia. "Lydia, is it really you? Six years, we all thought you were gone after the accident. We never expected you to be alive! This is incredible! I'm so happy!"He was overwhelmed with emotion, the epitome of a loving father.Lydia was taken aback by Harlan's appearance, but she was more enlightened than surprised.Of course!How could they willingly let go of the tempting power and wealth?Upon hearing about her takeover of the G Group, they rushed over immediately. But judging from their behavior, were they trying to
Maggie pushed through the crowd, approaching Lydia.With a thud, she knelt before Lydia, then slapped herself hard across the face. Even Lydia was startled by this sudden turn."Lydia, I know you blame me! If I returned after six years only to find my husband married to someone else, I wouldn't be able to accept it either! But we had our reasons," Maggie said through gritted teeth, struggling to contain her tears and the anger burning inside her.She looked up at Lydia, her gaze defiant, challenging her to see through any further lies she might fabricate.Tears streaming down her face, Maggie continued, "I know your heart still holds Ron. We had no idea you were still alive back then, and the company was in chaos internally. So, reluctantly, they made me and Ron get married temporarily to protect the company. But now, since you've returned, I... I'm willing to step aside!"As she finished speaking, Maggie's face contorted with pain, her entire being on the verge of collapsing into tea
Today, Lambert had arranged to discuss business matters with a business acquaintance here, in the private room on the second floor. However, unexpectedly, he witnessed a surprising scene downstairs in the lobby.Lambert had previously lamented the lack of successors for the ZQ Group, but he never imagined that Lydia was the granddaughter of the late Elijah.Watching that woman, as beautiful as a rose, slowly arming herself with the thorns on her body to defend her rights was astonishing, breathtaking.Afterwards, the delicate flower appeared soft and worrisome. The surge of sadness in her eyes was intense and unyielding.Without much thought, in that moment, Lambert set aside all his pride accumulated over the years. He even disregarded his typically calm demeanor.Without finishing their business discussion, he dashed downstairs from the second floor.It was because he noticed the vulnerability hidden in Lydia's eyes. He... pitied her!Amidst Lydia's surprise, she was somewhat fluste
When Lydia woke up, the sunlight outside was just right, making her eyes sting as she opened them.She instinctively raised a hand to shield herself from the sun, reflecting on everything that had happened yesterday. She felt a sudden pang of embarrassment.She couldn't believe she had exposed her most disheveled self to a man she somewhat fancied.And to make matters worse, she had blindly followed him home. Though nothing seemed out of line between them yesterday, she couldn't help but blush."You're awake?"A low, seductive voice slipped into Lydia's ears, causing her to involuntarily look up.The man in front of her seemed to have just come out of the bathroom, his hair still dripping, clad only in casual pants.His upper body was bare, the sunlight accentuating his bronzed skin, accentuating his muscular physique. Lydia couldn't help but marvel at his perfect muscle definition.As a fashion designer, Lydia had seen plenty of male models shirtless, but this man, who seemed to be a
Lydia felt remorseful and guilty as she reached up to rub her still-drowsy temples, cautiously placing the phone against her ear."Wythe~""Madam! Do you remember you have a son?" The usually tender voice sounded unexpectedly cold today. Lydia could almost picture her son's small face looking serious and indifferent.Her heart sank. Oh no! This time, Wythe was truly angry!"Sweetheart, let me explain. It's like this—after the press conference yesterday, I wasn't feeling well. Then, I met a friend, and...""And you just went home with your friend? Without even a call or text to me!" Despite the calm tone on the other end of the line, the accusation was clear, making Lydia realize she was in trouble."I'm sorry, honey. Mom neglected you. How did you get home yesterday? Did you have dinner?""Now it's morning, and you're only concerned about whether I had dinner? Isn't it a bit late for that?" The little guy was quite proud."I'm sorry, really sorry. Mom knows she was wrong. I really for
Lambert had prepared a set of light yellow dress for her, which accentuated her already fair skin, making her look even more delicate.There was still a blush on her face from their previous passionate encounter, and her long black hair hung softly behind her, fresh and pure, like a newly emerged swan, beautiful enough to make Lambert unable to take his eyes off her.Feeling a bit embarrassed, Lydia adjusted the hem of her dress. Her face blushed slightly. "Is it appropriate for me to wear this at my age?""No, it's perfect for you!" He admired her from head to toe with burning eyes, not missing a single detail."Then, shall we go quickly? Wythe must be waiting anxiously." Lydia turned her head slightly, avoiding Lambert's eyes.His deep and scorching gaze seemed to drown her instantly."Just a moment!" Lambert paused, picking up a dry towel he had prepared earlier from the sofa and covered Lydia's head. "Dry your hair before we go. A few minutes won't matter."Lydia felt warm inside,
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
Lambert knelt down, meeting Wythe's eyes, and asked gently, "Wythe, are you sure this is what you want? Staying here while we're away—won't you feel lonely?"Though Wythe didn't want to be separated from his father, he wanted even more for his dad to focus fully on finding his mom, so they could all be together again. There's a saying about temporary separation being for a longer reunion—something like that."If I miss you, I can always call or video chat! Don't worry, Dad, I'm all grown up now—I won't embarrass you!"Lambert ruffled Wythe's hair, pride swelling in his chest. "You'll always be my best son! Both your mom and I are so proud of you."Wythe blushed a little. "Dad, don't praise me in front of everyone like this, I might actually get too proud!"Thera, standing nearby, burst into laughter at his bashful expression and swooped in to pick him up, giving him a playful kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry, Lambert. I've got Wythe covered. He'll be just fine with me."Andrew chimed i
Lambert carefully tucked Wythe into bed before solemnly opening the letter Lydia had left behind."...Lambert, by the time you read this letter, I'll probably already be in another city. I'm not sure if we'll ever see each other again.Sometimes, I wonder how we ended up like this. We once loved each other so deeply, but now, we've only caused each other endless pain.There's nothing going on between Andrew and me. I don't know if you'll believe me when I say this, but when I first found out I was pregnant again, I wanted to tell you the truth. Sadly, it seemed like you weren't willing to listen.I tried, again and again, to get back together with you, but no matter how hard I tried, it felt like we were two parallel lines—never to intersect again.Lambert, I don't know if I'm making the right decision, or even why I'm doing this. I just know that if I stayed in Nova City, I would lose my mind. So I've decided to leave. I need to find a place where no one knows me, and I don't know an