Two days later, Ronald visited the set and brought plenty of food and drinks for the crew.The staff praised his generosity, and Wythe was delighted, chatting with Ronald about various amusing things happening on set."Amélie, how's Wythe doing? If he's too tired, let me know anytime, and I'll arrange for the director to give him a couple of days off. After all, he's still a kid, and we can't have him getting exhausted!"Touched by Ronald's genuine concern, Lydia smiled, "Don't worry, Wythe is doing great. I've heard from Wuxin that you're about to have exams soon. How's the preparation going?"Lydia hadn't forgotten that her godbrother was still a student.Ronald coughed awkwardly and rubbed his nose, looking innocent. "Amélie, can we not talk about that? Mom and Dad have been on my case about it, along with my older siblings! If I don't do well this time, they'll probably eat me alive!"Seeing Ronald's troubled expression, Lydia couldn't help but laugh. "You're lucky to have people
The experienced members of the crew quickly realized that Roxanne was doing this on purpose!Standing by the shore, Lydia’s face turned icy cold.Her fingers clenched into a fist, and she bit her lip, trying hard to suppress her anger.Director Quentin Qian was furious from all the repeated takes.He pointed at Roxanne’s nose and yelled, "Can you act or not? If not, get lost!"Roxanne sneered inwardly.Seeing Wythe's face turn pale and Lydia's expression pained, she finally relented a bit and managed to pass the scene on the sixth take.As soon as Wythe emerged from the water, Lydia rushed over to wrap him in a large towel, drying him off from head to toe.She was incredibly relieved that she had come prepared today; otherwise, the child would likely have caught a cold.Just as Lydia finished tending to Wythe, Roxanne walked over with a smug look on her face.She glanced at Lydia and snorted, "How did that feel, Lydia?"Lydia clenched her fist, her emotions nearly boiling over.Roxann
Lydia sneered, "If I apologize today, it would set a bad example for Wythe. I don't want my son to grow up unable to distinguish right from wrong! If you insist, then Wythe and I will both quit!"Director Quentin Qian was stunned into silence. Lydia's words were not just empty threats. Since Wythe entered the entertainment industry, she had regretted it.While it was a way to reunite with Lambert quickly, the thought of her young son facing flattery and criticism, possibly even being scorned by many, pained her deeply.Moreover, they weren't short on money. There was no need for Wythe to suffer like this.Just as the atmosphere grew tense, a luxury car stopped outside the set.A frantic and angry voice echoed before the person even appeared, "Who hit my sister?"Lydia looked up to see a tall, rugged man striding over.Roxanne's face lit up at the sound, then immediately turned pitiful, "Big brother~"The sugary tone made the crew nauseous. If only she used this acting skill for the sc
Roxanne’s reply was dismissive, her thoughts scoffing at the idea.If Lydia continued to get close to Ronald, Roxanne was determined to defend her love at any cost.On the other side, Ronald arrived at the set after receiving a call. Although the situation seemed resolved, his presence made Director Quentin even more cautious about Wythe.Despite hearing that Wythe was favored by the Arliss family, even becoming Thera’s godson, Quentin had been skeptical.But now, seeing Ronald personally show up, he realized the boy's connection to the Arliss family was no exaggeration.As Wythe continued to work hard to raise his profile, Lambert and Odelia returned from their trip abroad, entering the Halsey estate one after the other.Nydia was pleased to see Lambert, but Odelia’s uneasy expression made her anxious.After dinner, Nydia kept Odelia behind, while Lambert was called to the study by his father, Odgen.In the study, father and son sat facing each other, their expressions serious. After
Lambert, feeling irritable, parked his car in front of a large plaza, got out, and lit a cigarette.The smoke helped to temporarily ease his troubled thoughts. As he looked up, he noticed a large TV screen in the center of the plaza playing a children’s clothing commercial.The boy in the ad immediately caught his attention.Perhaps it was because he knew he was going to be a father, and he often found himself imagining what his child might look like.But the boy on the screen struck him hard, especially because the child’s face looked so much like his own.Who is he?This thought took root in Lambert’s mind, quickly growing like a seed.He suddenly remembered Lydia, the woman who had approached him earlier and claimed they had a five or six-year-old child together.Could this boy on the screen, who looked like a little prince, be their child?Lambert couldn’t shake the thought and found himself becoming increasingly attached to the idea.As it turned out, the commercial he saw was in
Odelia started to break out in a cold sweat. In a moment of quick thinking, she instinctively reached out to clutch her stomach. "Oh, my stomach...""What's wrong?" Lambert reached out to support her, though there was a hint of suspicion in his eyes.How could she suddenly have a stomachache for no reason?Seizing the opportunity, Odelia tightened her grip on Lambert's hand. "Lambert, I think I might have overexerted myself earlier. Could you help me out of here?"Lambert nodded slightly and assisted Odelia out of the study, instructing someone to clean up the broken pieces left behind.Once she was settled, Lambert prepared to call a doctor."Lambert, there's no need to trouble yourself. It's getting late. I just need to rest for a bit and I'll be fine," Odelia stopped him.What a joke!If a doctor came, her act would be exposed.That wasn't the outcome she wanted. But what was up with this Wythe?Why had Lambert suddenly taken an interest in the child? This was definitely not good n
Lydia, seeing that she wasn't needed at the moment, decided to return to the dressing room and continue her work.To avoid delaying the studio's designs, she always brought her drafts to the set.While Wythe was filming, she worked on her designs, thus managing both responsibilities effectively.Time flew by, and when Lydia finally looked up from her sketches, she realized that two hours had passed.She stood up, intending to check if Wythe had finished his scenes.Opening the door, she saw that filming was still ongoing but couldn't spot Wythe anywhere.Lydia frowned, feeling puzzled. Where could Wythe be?Just then, Quentin called out for the next scene. "Wythe, get ready! Where's Wythe?"A sense of panic began to creep in.Lydia searched around frantically for Wythe’s small figure but to no avail—he was nowhere to be seen.The assistant responsible for notifying actors ran up to Quentin. "Quentin, Wythe seems to be missing!""What do you mean, missing?" Quentin stopped what he was
Roxanne shouted, "I told you it has nothing to do with me! If you keep this up, I'll call my brother!""It won't help! We have evidence!" Andrew motioned for Felix to step forward.Felix, looking at Roxanne, sighed. "Roxanne, I never thought you could be this ruthless. Making Wythe stay in the water for hours during the last shoot was bad enough, but now you've gone as far as having him kidnapped!"Roxanne, now fuming and speechless, turned to her manager. "What are you standing there for? My brother assigned you to protect me, and you can't see I'm being bullied?"Roxanne’s manager, naturally timid, saw the righteous indignation on Felix and the others’ faces and immediately caved. "I... I don't know anything. Can I leave now?"Enraged, Roxanne kicked her manager. "Get lost!"Quentin and the others sensed something was wrong.Wythe’s manager having an injury clearly indicated foul play, making this a serious matter within their production."Lydia, Andrew, what’s going on? Can you exp
"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