Lydia excused herself, claiming she felt unwell, and returned to her room.She slowly walked to the window and looked outside.From her vantage point, she could see Lambert's figure.As the sky darkened, Lydia recognized Lambert's tall silhouette standing alone. The small red glow of his cigarette flickered in the night, making him appear inexplicably lonely.Lydia felt a tightness in her chest, an unexplainable sadness overcoming her.In the darkness, Lambert remained at his post, and Lydia continued to watch him from the window, her expression complicated.A knock on the door startled Lydia. She quickly moved away from the window and opened the door.Andrew stood there, holding a tray, his face filled with concern. "Lydia, how are you feeling? I made some of your favorite dishes. You should eat something."Lydia forced a smile. "Thank you, Andrew."Andrew sighed and set the tray down. He took a step closer to Lydia, his eyes filled with emotion as he spoke each word carefully. "Lydi
Nydia cast a sidelong glance at the reporter who had just rebutted her. "In love? How do you know? If they were truly in love, they wouldn't have encountered so many problems since their marriage, nor would they be living apart now."The reporters were in an uproar. "Mrs. Halsey, does this mean your son and Miss Lydia are definitely getting divorced?""That's correct!""Do you already have a suitable candidate for your daughter-in-law in mind?""Of course!" Nydia beamed as she held Odelia's hand. "This is Odelia, the daughter of a friend of mine. I think she would make an excellent daughter-in-law."As soon as Nydia finished speaking, a sharp-tongued reporter spoke up, "Odelia, it's well known that Lambert is deeply in love with Miss Lydia. Doesn't this make you a homewrecker?"Odelia responded gracefully, "Matters of the heart are difficult to explain. I won't comment on Lambert and Lydia's past relationship. Maybe they were once in love, b
Lambert was taken aback by Lydia's calm and distant demeanor.Did she not see the press conference?"Would you like tea or coffee?" Lydia's question felt oddly formal and distant, as if they were mere acquaintances.Seated on the couch, Lambert began, "Lydia, the TV...""I've seen the press conference," Lydia interrupted. "Congratulations.""Lydia, things aren't what they seem!" Lambert said, anxious and frowning, but it was clear Lydia didn't believe him."There's no need to explain. Are you going to tell me you knew nothing about what your mother said?" Lydia's smile was mocking. "Do you think I'm that gullible or foolish?""Lydia, I have no reason to lie about this. I just found out about it myself.""So?" Lydia raised an eyebrow. "What are you going to do?""I promise you, I'll give you an explanation."Lydia shook her head. "Lambert, I don't need an explanation. As your mother said, she never approved of us f
"I really envy you, being able to eat such delicious desserts every day," Flora said with feigned resignation.Nydia quickly took her hand. "What's there to envy? If you want, you can come over every day! Or I can have them delivered to you."Flora laughed, "I couldn't possibly do that. If my husband found out, who knows what he'd say about me.""What's the big deal? This is between us women. It's just a few pieces of dessert. We're practically family now, so why fuss over such trivial things?"Flora's smile became more genuine. "Exactly, who would have thought we'd end up being so closely related?""Indeed. I just adore Odelia!"Odelia jumped in, "Auntie, you're too kind. I'm not as perfect as you say. Otherwise, I wouldn't still be single at this age.""Perhaps fate intended for you to meet Lambert," Nydia said with a knowing smile.Odelia blushed, then put on a slightly bitter expression. "Lambert seems to dislike me. He nev
By the time Lambert snapped out of his thoughts, his car was already parked at the entrance of the complex.He got out and walked to that familiar spot, looking up at the second-floor window.He knew that was where Lydia lived, but now, he no longer had a place in that home.Lambert stood there for a long time, smoking cigarette after cigarette.Finally, he stubbed out the last one and strode purposefully towards the apartment building.He couldn't stay passive any longer.Since Lydia refused to talk to him, he would take the initiative.After the doorbell rang, he heard Lydia’s familiar voice, "Coming!"Then the door opened, and Lydia's delicate face appeared, making Lambert's heart flutter. Lydia was clearly taken aback as well.She thought she had made things clear with Lambert, but here he was again."What are you doing here?"Lydia's voice was cold and distant, trying to make Lambert leave on his
In front of them, thinking they had shaken off the paparazzi for good, Lambert was dismayed to find the pursuing car relentlessly closing in.Frustrated, he jerked the steering wheel in reverse. In that split second, due to the excessive speed, Lambert failed to notice a truck hurtling towards them from the side road.Everything seemed to happen in a blink of an eye.The truck grazed the front of the Maybach, sending the entire car crashing brutally into the guardrail.In that moment, without a second thought, Lambert spread his arms, shielding the two people he loved most in his life!The massive truck didn't stop either, colliding directly with the following press car, leaving no survivors inside.Five minutes later, the major traffic accident was reported, and the few survivors were rushed to the hospital.White walls, bustling doctors, the sharp scent of disinfectant—everything felt like a blur to Lydia.She felt as i
Lydia pursed her lips and walked directly towards the room door, only to be stopped by the two guards."Miss, you can't go in here!""I am Lambert's wife, I have the right to visit my husband!""Sorry, we only recognize Lambert's parents. Without their permission, no one can enter!"Lydia's face turned paler. She took a deep breath, suppressing her anger and worry. "Please, I'm really worried about him. I just want to take a quick look. Please."The two guards remained expressionless. Their employer was Nydia, so even if they sympathized with Lydia, they wouldn't let her in.Lydia's pleas fell on deaf ears. The guards stood there like robots, not giving Lydia any leeway.As Lydia fretted, a sharp voice filled her ears. "What are you doing here?"Lydia turned and saw Nydia standing angrily in front of her. Perhaps from taking care of Lambert in recent days, she looked somewhat haggard, her eyes bloodshot, giving her a more sinis
Moreover, she needed some rest.At eight o'clock in the evening, Lydia woke up on time. After eating something, she began to wait for Horace's arrival.Two hours later, there was a knock on the door of the ward. Lydia quickly got up to open it and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw Horace."Horace, you're here."Horace looked at the nervous Lydia with some amusement. "Since I promised you, of course, I'll come.""Yeah, I know. So, Horace, shall we go now?""No, we need to wait a little longer. Nydia and the others have gone back now. There's only one nurse in Lambert's ward. Let's wait a bit. You should change your clothes first!"Lydia then noticed the nurse's uniform he was holding. It turned out he wanted to dress her up as a nurse.In order to see Lambert as soon as possible, Lydia didn't care much and quickly changed her clothes. Soon, a lovely nurse appeared in front of Horace.The light green
"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