Lambert noticed something off about him, reaching out to feel his forehead, concerned he might be sick."Sweetheart, are you feeling unwell or is something bothering you? You can tell me, you know?" Lambert's voice was gentle, with a hint of worry in his gaze. Wythe blinked his big eyes. "Really, Dad? Can I tell you anything?""Of course! Whatever you're facing, I'm here to help," Lambert assured him.Wythe furrowed his brow. "Dad, I went to the hospital to see Mom today."Lambert's hand paused, his expression stiffening. "Oh? How is she holding up?""She's okay, Dad. Are you planning to keep this standoff with Mom forever? Someone has to make a move, right? I know Mom's been in a bad mood lately, but that's because she's sick. Can't you understand her a bit? I don't want to see you two like this!"Lambert sighed, pulling Wythe onto his lap. "It's not that I don't understand her. I know she's upset about not being able to see, and I haven't blamed her. What I can't accept is her unfou
Just as Pag was torn, she spotted Lambert waiting for Lydia in his Maybach not far away. She quickly formulated a plan.Breathless, she ran up to Lambert before Lydia, her eyes shimmering with moisture.With her cute doll-like face flushed from the exertion, she looked adorable, but Lambert, preoccupied with Lydia's earlier words, had no mood to appreciate such a sight.His mind was still grappling with Lydia's impending departure."Mr. Halsey!" Pag stood by the car window, composed herself, and gazed at Lambert with clear eyes.Lambert's gaze turned cold as he looked at the woman before him. It seemed they weren't familiar, especially considering Lydia's attitude toward her, which made him wary of this woman named Pag."What is it?" he asked curtly."Well, Mr. Halsey, since Miss Gilford is about to be discharged and go home, I was wondering if I could continue as her caregiver. You know, despite Miss Gilford's misconceptions about me, no one understands her situation better than I do
Watching Lydia sleeping peacefully in his arms, Andrew felt a bittersweet mix of emotions. Sweetness stemmed from the vulnerability she showed, unaware of his affection.Yet, bitterness clouded his heart, knowing her tears were shed for another man.When Lydia woke up the next day, it was already morning. Though she couldn't see, her body sensed the prolonged rest, accompanied by a growling stomach amidst the darkness. Lydia, feeling disoriented, called out, "Sweetheart, are you home?"Panicked, Lydia, despite her familiarity with the apartment, felt a wave of fear and strangeness returning. She couldn't even discern how to leave the room.At that moment, Andrew's soothing voice reached Lydia, comforting her. "Lydia, are you awake? Wythe has already gone to school. Would you like something to eat? You must be hungry after sleeping for so long."Touched by Andrew's caring demeanor, Lydia's emotions gradually settled. "Andrew, thank you," she said, her voice choked with gratitude.Andre
"Of course, as long as it's a reasonable request, Mommy will always say yes!"With Lydia's promise, Wythe was overjoyed. He knew Mommy wouldn't be easily defeated.Blind or not, she was still the powerful and beautiful mother he remembered.That night, Wythe eagerly ran to Lydia's room, bringing his little pillow and making himself at home in her bed.Lydia realized then that she wasn't alone in her pain during these days. She had neglected her son's needs.With her eyes wide open in the darkness, feeling the warmth beside her, she made a crucial decision.She couldn't give up on herself. Even if she was blind, she could still do things within her capabilities!Yes! Change!She must change! Not just for herself, but for her son. She couldn't continue to wallow in self-pity.A good night's sleep!The next morning, Wythe woke up to find Lydia holding a white cane, confidently making her way out of the room. Though her steps were slow, they were resolute."Wythe, wake up! Breakfast is re
Lydia stood behind a shelf stacked with bags of rice. Due to her accidental bump, the somewhat disorderly bags toppled down, yet Lydia remained oblivious.Lambert's pupils contracted, his mind blank.In that moment, he couldn't think of anything except rushing towards Lydia.Lydia felt a rush of wind and someone charging towards her. She instinctively cried out, and when she came to her senses, she found herself wrapped in someone's arms.Then, she heard the sound of something falling and a muffled groan nearby.Up until now, Lydia wouldn't be considered smart if she didn't realize who had saved her. She carefully grabbed onto the person's clothes, feeling a strange sense of familiarity. Could it be Lambert?But soon, Lydia mocked herself for her thoughts. What was she thinking? Lambert was probably busy fooling around with other women.How could he have time to follow her here?Self-indulgence was most shameful!Lydia quickly dismissed her thoughts, but she was still grateful to the
The man had extraordinarily beautiful hands. His long, elegant fingers held a crystal wine glass, swirling the red wine inside with casual grace.He tilted his head slightly, letting the vivid red liquid flow into his thin lips.A trickle of wine slipped from the corner of his mouth, trailing down into his partially unbuttoned shirt, exuding an irresistible allure.Odelia's eyes lit up. She had to have this perfect specimen of a man!The object of Odelia's desire was none other than Lambert, who had come to the bar to drown his sorrows.After two bottles of XO and more than half a bottle of red wine, he was finally a bit tipsy.On the surface, though, he seemed unaffected, with only a hint of intoxication in his eyes.Odelia picked up her wine glass, contemplating how to approach this exceptional man. As she walked over to Lambert, she realized that he was even more stunning up close.His chiseled, sharp features, combined with his cold yet sexy demeanor, created a captivating contrad
Odelia sat on the hotel floor, biting her lip as she watched Lambert's departing figure. Her eyes flickered with a trace of unwillingness.Upon returning to his villa, Lambert felt his entire body aching, especially his back, which hurt so much that even walking felt unnatural. Slowly, he made his way to his room, collapsing wearily by the balcony to smoke. His heart felt empty, much like this room he hadn't rested in for a long time.Though the room was always cleaned and still orderly, it inexplicably made him feel incredibly lonely. Yes, lonely. For the first time, Lambert experienced this feeling. Even as a child, when his parents left him alone at the Halsey estate, he never felt this lonely. Staring blankly at the sky outside the window, he couldn't help but wonder, what was Lydia doing right now?As he pondered, a sharp pain stabbed through his stomach, as if countless needles were piercing through it, bringing cold sweat to his forehead. He clutched his stomach tightly, his li
Andrew's expression turned grim at Lydia's words. Regardless of whether Lambert was truly ill or pretending, Lydia's behavior revealed one thing: she still hadn't let go of Lambert.Andrew knew that it would take time for Lydia to move on from this relationship, but he had believed she was already heartbroken enough to stop caring about Lambert.Clearly, he had underestimated Lambert's hold on her.As the silence stretched on, Lydia grew more uneasy and guilty. Her long eyelashes lowered, and she appeared apologetic. "Andrew, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't be so unprincipled, but... but I am still his wife. I don't want to just walk out of his life so inexplicably.""I understand. If you've decided to go see him, I'll take you. If Lambert is really seriously ill, you won’t be able to care for him alone," Andrew said, suppressing his jealousy and keeping his tone calm.Lydia felt deeply grateful. "Really? Thank you, Andrew!"Andrew said nothing more, fearing that speaking might reveal h