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
Lydia hung up the phone, her palms sweaty.HM Building was merely a hundred meters away from the film crew's location, indicating the perpetrator's meticulous planning.Lydia's nerves were on edge, but she forced herself to stay calm. She couldn't delay, couldn't call the police, yet couldn't stand idly by.After a moment of contemplation, Lydia messaged Andrew, "Andrew, received news about Wythe. HM Building rooftop! Avoid rash actions for now, keep in touch!"With the message sent, Lydia felt slightly more composed. Andrew would handle it properly upon receiving the information.But now, she needed to rush to Wythe's side to stabilize the situation.Indeed, Andrew received the message, but he hadn't checked his phone in time.And just moments later, Lydia disappeared, sending him into a panic.Considering Wythe was already kidnapped, who's to say Lydia wasn't taken too?Andrew abandoned the confrontation with Roxanne and the others, urgently searching for Lydia.Roxanne, inexplicabl
The kidnapper urged Lydia forward, leaving her with no choice but to slowly edge towards the rooftop's edge.As Lydia walked, she continued to engage the kidnapper."Sir, if you're determined to kill me, may I ask why? We're strangers. Why do you want my life? If it's money you seek, I can give you whatever you want. You may not know my wealth, but I assure you, it surpasses what your employers offer. Who you serve matters less than the payment, doesn't it?"The kidnapper hesitated for a moment, his expression shifting.He snapped at Lydia, "Stop talking nonsense! Move! Jump!"As the kidnapper spoke, his knife grazed Wythe's skin, leaving a faint trail of blood. Lydia's eyes reddened. "Don't hurt my son!""Shut up, or I'll cut off his ear!" the kidnapper threatened.Gritting her teeth, Lydia approached the rooftop's edge as instructed. The wind tousled her hair, threatening to push her over at any moment.Wythe, wide-eyed and muffled, whimpered continuously.Standing there, soaked in
Lydia's heart was heavy with sorrow as she looked at her pitiful yet adorable child. It felt like her heart was being scorched.Wythe shouted, "Mom, don't listen to him! If you die, I'll jump down too!"Wythe's eyes, dark as ink, were filled with despair.He even hated himself a little—if he weren't a child, he wouldn't be in such a helpless situation!Just as mother and son were on the brink of despair, something swiftly flew toward Wythe.Suddenly, a sharp scream pierced the air, and the knife poised at Wythe's neck clattered to the ground."Ah..."Before Wythe could react, two tall figures rushed towards him. Through his tear-blurred vision, he made out the familiar faces."Uncle Fraine..."Andrew quickly freed Wythe from his bonds. His wrists were bruised and swollen from the prolonged restraint.Anger etched on Andrew's face, he kicked the kidnapper hard, sending him crashing into a wall, where he slumped unconscious.Breathing a sigh of relief, Andrew saw Wythe exhale deeply, re
Lydia murmured softly, and Lambert's heart tightened with a feeling he could only describe as heartache."Lydia, we don't know if Wythe has any other injuries. It might be best to take him to the hospital for a check-up. I've already called the police about the kidnapper,"Andrew interjected, breaking the tense atmosphere between Lydia and Lambert.Lydia stood up, sincerely thanking Andrew. "Andrew, thank you so much this time!""You're welcome, Lydia. Your safety is the most important thing. Do you want to wait here for the police or go to the hospital first?"Lydia thought for a moment. "Let's wait for the police. If Odelia is behind this, there will be evidence."Lambert suddenly spoke up, "Can I handle the follow-up investigation on this matter?"Lydia raised an eyebrow. "You? What do you want to do? Cover for Odelia?"Lydia was like a wary porcupine, her words sharp and defensive. But instead of getting angry, Lambert felt a surge of tenderness because he knew Lydia was just tryi