When Lambert heard Nydia's noticeably despondent tone, he felt a bit stifled. His tone softened unconsciously. "I didn't mean it that way. I just found it strange. Mom, haven't you always disliked Lydia? Why would you suddenly call?""Dislike her, but isn't she useful now? You're married, and there's Wythe. Even if I don't care about you, I should still care about my grandson, right?"Although Nydia's tone still carried some anger, to Lambert, it sounded much better. "Really? Thank you, Mom.""I heard you're going to the US. I have several friends there. Should I give them a call to arrange something for you?""No need, really. We'll be at the hospital as soon as we arrive. Let's not trouble them.""That's not trouble at all. But since you insist, forget it then. What about Wythe? Is he coming with you?""Yes!""That won't do. You're going for medical treatment, not vacation. Who will take care of Wythe? How about you send him over, and we'll take care of him for this time?"Nydia's t
Wythe chimed in, "Don't worry, Dad. I'll take good care of Mom!""This...""That's a good idea," Horace said. "Lambert, you don't need to worry about Lydia. I'll help take care of her. You go check on the situation and come back as soon as you can.""Alright, I understand."Lambert didn't hesitate any further. He leaned down and kissed Lydia on the forehead. "Thank you, Lydia."Lydia blushed, feeling shy as they were still at the airport. "You should go. We'll be waiting for you in the U.S.!"The announcement for boarding came again. This time, Lydia didn't hesitate. She took Wythe's hand and said softly, "Sweetheart."Wythe responded in a tender voice, "Mom, I'll take good care of you." He glanced back at Lambert before leading Lydia towards the terminal. Horace waved at Lambert, signaling that he would take good care of Lydia.Lambert didn't linger. He was more worried about what had happened to his father.Lambert hurried to the hospital, where he saw his father lying in a hospital
"Let's go home. After two days in the hospital, I feel stiff all over," Ogden said."So, we're just going to let Lambert be with Lydia?""Not exactly, but this matter can't be rushed. We need to plan carefully," Ogden replied thoughtfully.Hearing this, Nydia had no choice but to reluctantly agree. Whether she liked it or not, Lambert had already left.On the other side, Lambert's arrival in the U.S. brought immense relief to Lydia and the others, easing their fear of the surgery. Horace also felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.The happiest of all was Wythe. Having been stuck with Lydia all the time, he was finally free to go out and play now that his father was there.The day after Lambert arrived, Lydia's surgery began. This time, she lay on the operating table without fear, knowing that someone was waiting for her outside.The surgery went smoothly and was very successful. When Professor Blake emerged from the operating room, his tired face bore a satisfied smile.
The next morning, when Horace knocked on Lambert and Lydia's door, he saw Lydia nestled in Lambert's arms, apparently still asleep, with Wythe standing beside them looking very grown-up for his age.The scene was so amusing that Horace couldn’t help but laugh, giving Lambert a thumbs-up, which Lambert acknowledged with a proud smirk.When Lydia woke up and realized how embarrassing her situation was, especially under Horace's teasing gaze, she wished she could disappear.It was incredibly mortifying.After returning to their home country, Lambert and Lydia quickly immersed themselves in their work, making up for lost time. Lambert, in particular, had a backlog of work at his company.Despite their busy schedules, they did not forget an important event: Wythe’s upcoming birthday.Lambert had missed Wythe’s birthdays over the past five years, so he wanted to throw a big birthday party for him this time, formally establishing him as the Halsey family’s eldest son.This was also the wish
However, Lambert only paused for a moment.He knew very well that if Lydia had any interest in Andrew, he wouldn’t stand a chance.Despite this, Lambert admired and respected Andrew.In his place, Lambert knew he could never be so self-restrained with his feelings.Seeing Lambert silent, Lydia became anxious. “Don’t overthink it. I just feel a bit guilty. Plus, we’ve been bothering him since we got back.”“I understand,” Lambert said, pulling Lydia closer by the waist. “You’re my wife now. Of course, I trust you. Besides, Andrew is a good guy. Wythe likes him too. We should definitely invite him to the party.”Lydia looked at Lambert with shining eyes, and he smirked. “Feeling touched?”Lydia laughed, “Yes! By the way, I haven’t told Andrew about my recovery. How about we invite him to dinner tomorrow?”Lambert’s face darkened immediately. “No, you can’t meet him alone.”“Don’t you trust me?”“Hmph.”The teasing expression on Lydia’s face faded, replaced by seriousness. “Lambert, I ge
"Daddy, if you wanted to come, why didn’t you just join Mom openly?" Wythe questioned, puzzled by his father’s covert actions.Lambert’s response was that the situation was too complex for Wythe to understand.Wythe thought disdainfully that it wasn’t about complexity but rather Lambert’s lack of trust in Lydia being alone with Uncle Fraine.Nevertheless, secretly following and watching was quite entertaining, provided they kept it a secret from Lydia.Meanwhile, Lydia and Andrew’s conversation was going well. Andrew, suppressing his feelings, maintained a friendly demeanor.Listening to Lydia animatedly talk about her life with Lambert caused Andrew’s heart to ache.As he watched her pink lips move, he felt a sudden, uncontrollable urge to touch her.Reaching out, he lightly touched the corner of her mouth, causing Lydia to stop mid-sentence, her eyes wide in surprise.Wythe, hidden in their booth, also widened his eyes in shock. Uncle Fraine was touching Mom!The air around them see
"Maybe this isn’t so bad, right?" Andrew murmured softly, silently protecting the woman he loved. Seeing her happy was enough for him.…The cheerful sound of an alarm clock rang out, waking Wythe from his sleep. Groggily, he opened his eyes and glanced at the calendar on the clock, instantly becoming alert. Today was his birthday!Wythe jumped out of bed, quickly got dressed, and knocked on Lambert and Lydia's bedroom door."Mom, Dad, wake up! Wake up!"Lambert opened the door and immediately picked Wythe up, planting a kiss on his forehead. "Good morning, darling!""Dad! Your beard is prickly!"Wythe's small complaint elicited a laugh from Lambert. "Is it? Then I’ll shave it off right away.""Dad, did you forget something?"Wythe blinked his big eyes, staring at Lambert. His adorable expression melted Lambert's heart. Lambert lifted Wythe onto his shoulders. "Of course I didn’t forget. Happy birthday, darling!"Wythe beamed, giving Lambert a big kiss on the cheek. He loved his dad t
"…"The newcomers were Flora Zigler and her niece, Odelia!Nydia was the first to greet them, a look of delight on her face. "Flora, why did you come so late? I was afraid you wouldn't make it today! Come, have a seat. We saved a spot just for you."Flora's well-maintained face was clouded with anger. She pushed Nydia aside. "Nydia, I'm not here to celebrate your grandson's birthday. I'm here to settle a score with you!"Nydia was taken aback. Seeing Flora's fury and realizing something serious was up, she managed a strained smile. "Mrs. Zigler, today is Wythe's birthday. Can we discuss this privately later?"Standing with Lambert, Lydia felt a sudden unease. The glamorous woman who had entered with Flora hadn't taken her eyes off Lambert. Lydia felt a pang of anxiety, and when Odelia noticed her gaze, she smirked provocatively.Lydia instinctively stepped back. Lambert, noticing her discomfort, asked, "What's wrong?"Lydia shook her head, hoping she was overthinking things.Flora had
"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