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,
Wythe stood by the window, watching his mother step out of a luxury car worth millions.Then another man emerged from the car, tall in stature, towering over his mother, who only reached his chin.The man wore a tailored suit, his face handsome, and most importantly, his mother didn't refuse his kiss!Wythe's little face tensed up, his almond-shaped eyes spinning around. His intuition told him that this man must be the Mr. Halsey his mother had mentioned before!Seeing this scene, Wythe couldn't help but sigh.Indeed, the man had a strong presence, no wonder his mother forgot about him! However, as he continued to watch, Wythe furrowed his brows.Huh? Why did he feel like he recognized that man's face?He pressed his face against the window, puzzled.Then it hit him. He understood! That man's face was exactly like what he imagined his own would look like when he grew up!The indifferent and serious expression, the sharp and handsome features, everything looked exactly like himself!Co
"Lambert, at this rate, you could almost switch careers to become a nanny!" Horace teased, noticing how expertly Lambert cradled the baby.Unfazed by his friend's jest, Lambert beamed with happiness. "You wouldn't understand if you don't have kids. Once you get married, you'll know. This is my legacy, and I didn't get to care for Wythe when he was a baby, so I'm determined to be hands-on with Candice."No one could truly grasp this sense of compensation!Horace rolled his eyes, clearly at a loss for words. It was pointless to engage with someone so enamored with fatherhood.While the men gathered to chat, Thera leaned closer to Lydia and whispered, "So, Lydia, are you really back together with Lambert?"Lydia nodded. "Yeah. After everything that happened, I realized I need to cherish every single day. And Lambert is sincere—I can feel it.""That's great!" Thera sighed in relief, finally putting her worries to rest."What about you, Thera? I see you and Andrew getting along quite well!
At this moment, Lambert felt completely at ease. It seemed that Lydia's earlier words were not just talk; she was genuinely ready to give them a chance!A smile crept onto Lambert's lips, but there was no time to think of anything else; he needed to take care of their baby, Wythe. Thanks to the maternal training classes he had attended with Lydia, he had learned a lot about caring for newborns. Gently, he picked up his daughter and quickly checked her diaper, only to find that she had wet it.With nimble hands, he changed her diaper, and the little one fell back asleep. Looking at her innocent face, Lambert's heart melted. This was his child, the result of his and Lydia's love.The baby slept soundly, and Wythe had been temporarily taken away by Bob, who had come to deliver some items. Now, only Lambert and Lydia remained in the room, but Lydia, having slept quite a bit earlier, was no longer drowsy."Are you still feeling unwell?" Seeing Lydia frown slightly, Lambert asked with conce
Lambert glanced at his son's disapproving expression and was momentarily at a loss. "Wythe, you might've looked even more wrinkled than her when you were born, yet look at you now—a handsome young man," he teased, smiling at his daughter. Though wrinkly, he found her to be the most beautiful and precious little girl.Wythe huffed proudly, his lips in a slight pout. "I wasn't this ugly! Besides, you didn't see me when I was a baby." A hint of sadness crossed his face; he hadn't been as lucky as his sister—he hadn't had his dad by his side when he was born.Hearing the touch of bitterness in his son's voice, Lambert immediately understood. Wythe was jealous, understandably so. For all his maturity, Wythe was still just a child. For his first five or six years, he had only his mother and no father. He often envied kids with both parents, and when Lydia finally returned home, her on-again, off-again relationship with Lambert had left Wythe hurt and forced him to grow up faster than other
Lambert paced restlessly in the hallway, nearly losing his mind. Every moment was agonizing, with Lydia's screams from the delivery room piercing his heart. He prided himself on being strong, yet in that instant, he felt an overwhelming urge to flee, especially as her cries of pain echoed through. Angry at himself, he slapped his own face—Lydia was suffering because of him, and he'd never realized how terrifying childbirth could be."Calm down. This is what childbirth is like," a woman nearby said kindly. She was the mother of a little girl, and both she and her husband couldn't help but notice how visibly nervous Lambert was. "You've been through this once before, so you should be able to handle it," she added."Why isn't it over yet? Is she in danger?" Lambert's mind was in turmoil, fighting the urge to rush inside and see Lydia himself.The little girl's father stepped in, attempting to reassure him. "You and your family will be just fine," he said. The man recalled his own frantic
At that moment, Lydia was on the verge of total collapse, as if her entire world had crumbled in an instant, and sorrow overwhelmed her.What had she done? What had she been doing these past days?She had been recklessly indulging in Lambert's affection, without any sense of gratitude or restraint. Now, she regretted her actions deeply. If only she had known this day would come, she would never have argued with Lambert or dismissed his love and efforts out of a misguided sense of pride.All she wanted was for him to be safe, to live happily with her and their children, never to be apart.Lydia's vision blurred as she stood in shock, unable to step closer to the crowd to confirm what had happened. But through a gap, she caught sight of a blood-red stain spreading across the ground. The sight was so jarring that it felt as though her heart had been ripped out of her chest."Mom, are you okay?"Wythe ran over, panting, to see Lydia sitting dazed on the ground, staring at the red stain in
Lambert's words made Wythe roll his eyes, secretly exasperated. What was going on with his dad? Wasn't everything decided? Why was he suddenly backing out at the last moment?Men! Their thoughts are just impossible to figure out!Lambert had indeed changed his mind unexpectedly. He didn't want to deceive Lydia, even if it was just a harmless joke. Something about it felt wrong. Even if it was to bring them closer, lying to her didn't seem right.Wythe's plan had been simple he wanted Lambert to stage an accident, making it seem like he'd been hit by a car. He was certain his mom would show her true feelings; if she still cared for him, there was no way she'd just stand by. It was a good plan, but now that the moment had come, Lambert didn't want to test Lydia this way.People's feelings shouldn't be tested.Wythe grew increasingly anxious. They'd prepared everything, but now his dad was retreating? That wasn't like him at all! Taking advantage of n
Half a month had passed since Lydia's last check-up. Lambert continued caring for Lydia with the same attentiveness, unbothered by her cold attitude towards him. Although her indifference saddened him, he was undeterred; his determination grew in the face of difficulty, a testament to his personality.But little Wythe had had enough. He felt it was time to give his parents a nudge towards reconciliation. Yes, it was his turn to step up!So, one morning, when Lambert went out early to buy groceries as usual, Wythe found an excuse to tag along. Lydia didn't think much of it; over time, she had noticed Lambert's earnest efforts and couldn't deny feeling somewhat touched, even if her heart remained conflicted. Deep down, she feared reopening herself to love, only to be hurt again.After all, "Once bitten, twice shy," as they say. Lydia never saw herself as particularly brave—in fact, in love, she was timid and afraid. She longed for a peaceful, uncomplicated l
Once, Lydia believed she and Lambert would grow old together, inseparable and loyal. But her genuine love had only brought repeated hurt and disappointment. That's why she had fled Nova City, leaving behind everyone she knew, so this time, she refused to open her heart again.Lambert sighed, his tone gentle. He knew Lydia wouldn't easily open up to him again, but he didn't mind; he was willing to wait. Determined, he led her to the prenatal clinic, aware of the many tests ahead—ultrasounds, blood tests, monitoring the baby's heartbeat—a series of over ten examinations. Each department was exceptionally busy, requiring an immense amount of patience.Throughout, Lambert remained unwaveringly attentive, showing no sign of impatience. He stayed by Lydia's side with the eager anticipation of any expectant father, his heart fully in it.Before the ultrasound, Lydia needed to drink water, but Lambert, inexperienced in these matters, hadn't prepared any. She didn't feel inclined to remind him
Happiness, it seems, makes people wish the same for those around them. Like the husband in the next hospital bed—he had the sense to keep quiet the moment he sensed the tension between Lydia and Lambert.Lambert didn't seem to mind Lydia's sudden outburst. He simply took off his suit jacket, now stained with soup, and said regretfully, "The soup spilled, Lydia. I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer. I'll have someone bring a new one right away! Why not have a piece of cake to tide you over?"Lambert's calm demeanor only made Lydia feel as if her anger was landing on nothing but soft cotton, frustrating her even more. What was Lambert up to? Was he mocking her on purpose?It was infuriating!Lydia knew her emotions were out of sorts lately. Ever since Lambert left, she hadn't had much of an appetite. When she found out his trip was delayed, everything around her began to irritate her. It was as though a cloud of anger clogged her heart, but she couldn't find a way to let it ou