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
A few days later, Saturday, the weather was clear!Early in the morning, Lydia got up. She had an important exhibition today, and a few models were coming over for interviews. The studio had just moved here from Paris, and there was a lot to start anew, so she had been busy lately!After hastily preparing breakfast, Lydia knocked on the door, "Wythe, are you up yet?""Not yet..."Wythe's drowsy voice came from inside. Lydia's eyes softened with indulgence, "Alright, then you can sleep a little longer. It's Saturday anyway, but don't forget to have breakfast. If the milk is cold, you can heat it up again. There are sandwiches on the table. I'm off to the office!""I know! Bye, Mom!" came the soft voice from the room."Bye, sweetheart!"After exchanging greetings with her son, Lydia hurried downstairs.Glancing at the time, she realized she needed to be quicker, or she might miss today's morning meeting.At this moment, Wythe wasn't lying in bed either.He had already gotten up early an
The executives left the conference room one by one, unable to contain their curiosity. Wasn't the child at the reception desk? Let's ask the receptionist to take a photo and send it to the internal staff group.Meanwhile, the receptionist was buzzing with excitement on her phone.Receptionist: Boss's son spotted! Attached is a photo.Finance: Wow! The resemblance is uncanny!Receptionist: He's here with me, looking for his dad, Lambert! He's adorable!Wythe wasn't aware of what the receptionist was discussing with others. He just felt the strange gaze from the pretty lady, but he didn't have the energy to pay much attention to this peculiar lady now.Despite his calm appearance, Wythe was somewhat nervous. Would his dad meet him?At the same time, the subsidiary general manager, Gordon, had also arrived at the reception desk. At the sight of Wythe, one thought occupied his mind: Damn! This kid is definitely the boss's own flesh and blood! There's no way they could look so alike withou
In the director's office of a hospital, a man in a white coat lounged with his legs crossed. He didn't look like a doctor; rather, he seemed more like a rogue.His name was Horace, Lambert's family doctor and childhood friend.Suddenly, Horace's phone buzzed twice. He picked it up and slid the screen open, revealing a message from someone named Lambert:"Urgent, come quickly!" Below was an address."Huh? Why would he suddenly text me? I just did his check-up the day before yesterday, everything seemed normal. Could something unexpected have happened?" With this thought, Horace's face quickly became serious. He knew it was quite normal for Lambert, with his status, to encounter unexpected events. He just wondered who had dared to confront him this time.With that in mind, Horace quickly got up, not even bothering to change clothes, grabbed his medical kit, and went out for a house call. Ten minutes later, Horace appeared before Lambert.Pushing open the boss's office door, Horace imme
"Gurgle..."Hearing the sound coming from Wythe's stomach, Lambert couldn't help but want to smirk. The feeling of blood connection was truly wonderful. Looking at this child was like seeing his past and his future!Wythe felt extremely embarrassed as he covered his stomach. It was almost noon now, and he had only eaten a sandwich and drank a glass of milk in the morning. Feeling hungry now was normal!"Let's go, let's have lunch first!"While Wythe awkwardly fumbled, Lambert directly approached and lifted the child. He's quite heavy!It seemed that the mother had raised the child well. Maybe he could double the amount he had originally planned to compensate her with! Anyway, the woman probably had the same goal in mind.In the moment Lambert's strong arms lifted him, Wythe realized the difference between his father and mother.Compared to his mother's soft embrace, his father's embrace was firmer and warmer, with powerful arms. The cool scent of mint was just like what he smelled on
In the elegant café, the air was filled with intoxicating aroma, and the melodious piano music intertwined with the scent of coffee, hovering in this cozy space, making the sunny afternoon all the more delightful.Sitting by the window, a middle-aged man kept glancing towards the entrance.Every time the wind chime hanging on the door rang, he would subconsciously look over, giving the impression that he was awaiting a lover's arrival.But in reality, he was only waiting for his daughter, Lydia.Yes, this man was none other than Lydia's father, Harlan.He had been waiting here for over an hour, his face displaying impatience and restrained anger, though he managed to suppress it when he looked at the documents on the table.Half an hour later, the wind chime at the café's entrance rang again, and Harlan looked up to see a familiar yet distant figure—his daughter, Lydia.Today, Lydia was dressed in professional attire, her long hair elegantly tied up, exuding a savvy and capable demean
"Let go, you're going to break my hand!" Harlan struggled and howled, then started cursing, "Who are you? What's your relationship with my daughter that you're hitting me?"Lambert sneered and released Harlan's wrist.Harlan stumbled, thinking he had freed himself, only to be grabbed by a tall man behind Lambert, his loyal bodyguard, Bob."You're hitting my girlfriend, so naturally, it concerns me! But since you claim to be Lydia's father, I can't lay a hand on you myself. Bob, TAKE CARE OF him."As a longtime bodyguard to Lambert, Bob understood what to do with just a glance from his boss. He lifted Harlan and headed toward the alley behind the café.Harlan was about to yell when a sharp pain shot through him. His jaw was dislocated, his eyes widened in realization of the trouble he was in. Who was this cold-hearted man? When did Lydia get involved with such a person?Before Harlan could make sense of it, a barrage of punches rained down on him. He felt pain all over his body, but he
Silent all the way, Lambert dropped Lydia off, and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.Lydia felt inexplicably disappointed. She hadn't meant to, but something felt off. Suddenly, thoughts of Wythe crossed her mind.Fidgeting with her phone, Lydia debated whether she should call and apologize.Although Lambert hadn't said anything, she felt like she had hurt him."Mom! You've been staring at your phone for half an hour. Are you going to make a call?" Wythe's voice snapped Lydia back to reality.She awkwardly tucked her phone into her pocket. "No, I was just checking the time. Are you hungry?"Wythe squinted slightly, sensing that something was off. His mom had seemed distracted since she got back today, and her mood didn't seem great.Was it something to do with Dad?After a moment of thought, Wythe reached into Lydia's pocket and took out her phone. "Mom, you go cook. I'll hold onto your phone."Lydia paused, "Okay, but no games. They're bad for your eyes.""I know."As Lydia headed
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