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
A week later, at the headquarters of G Group, Harlan, accompanied by Ron and Maggie, quietly entered the company through a side door.Inside the door, a middle-aged man in his fifties had obviously been waiting for a long time.Seeing Harlan and his companions appear, the man hurriedly approached them. "Sir, you finally came. You had me worried sick. I thought the plan was canceled!"This man was Kent, the CFO of G Group, and also the "inside man" buried by Harlan and his team within the company.Previously, with the help of the prominent lawyer Kevin, Lydia successfully reclaimed her mother's inheritance and inherited the renamed G Group.Lydia managed to find a highly reputable manager to assist her in running the company, and immediately restructured the entire organization, replacing almost all the top executives who were formerly allied with Harlan and his team.However, Lydia chose not to touch Kent. Firstly, the company's finances required meticulous scrutiny, and Kent had pers
Seeing Harlan stumbling, Maggie quickly went forward to support him, casting a look of resentment and bitterness towards Lydia."Lydia, how could you do this? He's your father!"Lydia sneered at her. "Who gave you the right to speak? What are you? Just a bastard daughter, making a scene here?"Maggie's face flushed with anger. "Lydia! You've gone too far! We're talking about Dad here. Stop bringing up irrelevant things!""Is he mute? Does he need you to speak for him?""I'm Dad's daughter too. Why can't I speak for him? Moreover, you slandered Dad, even disregarding family ties to drag him into court. Can't others say a word about it?"Lydia looked at Maggie, full of righteous indignation. "Whether he's been slandered, you know in your heart. As for your words, save them for the courtroom. I can't wait to hear what you'll say there!"Maggie was at a loss for words, enraged, wanting to grab Lydia's face, but Lydia suddenly pushed her away. "Maggie, don't blame me for not warning you. I
A pair of slender legs, wrapped in straight trousers, stepped out of the car first. Then, a chill breeze greeted, yet it was oddly refreshing.The newcomer had a cold and aloof demeanor, with tightly pursed lips and sharp eyes that seemed to pierce through one's soul, making people inexplicably tremble with fear.Lambert got out of the car and slowly walked towards Lydia. His icy gaze fell on Ron like a knife, and his cold voice carried an air of undeniable authority."Let her go!"Ron's heart skipped a beat. The intense pressure made his legs tremble, but he still mustered the courage to face Lambert head-on. "Who are you? Why should I listen to you?"Lambert narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze lowering, his deep eyes glancing at Ron. "Do you know who you're talking to?"Ron felt his hair stand on end. The intense anger in the man's eyes seemed to indicate that he could send Ron to his grave with just a look!He clenched his fists, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He was sho
Lydia didn't think much of it, simply nodding slightly."It's a good thing you showed up in time today. I never expected Ron to become so shameless. Not long ago, he was swearing that Maggie was the one he loved the most. Now, he's playing this game. It's disgusting!"Seeing Lambert silent, Lydia felt a bit embarrassed. "Sorry for letting you hear all that.""It's okay!" But he wouldn't let Ron off easy!Lambert lowered his gaze, a cold light flashing in his eyes.Lydia thought he didn't want to hear about it, so she didn't say anything else.Music flowed gently. Lydia nestled obediently in Lambert's arms and drifted off to sleep, feeling the warmth of his embrace. When she woke up, the car had stopped in front of an antique-style restaurant.A warm breath brushed against Lydia's lips briefly before departing.A voice, as melodious as a cello, followed, "Awake? Let's get off the car!"Lydia looked up and saw the sign "Eleganza" hanging in front of her.She was surprised. She had heard
Exquisite dishes were quickly served, most of which Lydia had never seen before. Taking a bite, she was pleasantly surprised to the core.Seeing the satisfaction and joy in her eyes, Lambert's gaze softened with tenderness. He was willing to do everything he could to protect the smile of this woman in front of him.By the time the two of them were done eating and drinking at "Eleganza," it was almost dusk!"Goodness, we've been eating for over three hours!" Lydia sighed.Indeed, had it been over three hours? Eating, chatting, time just flew by unnoticed.Especially seeing Lydia seeming to enjoy the food at Eleganza so much, Lambert couldn't help but want to order every dish for her to try. Consequently, Lydia inevitably ended up overeating.Seeing Lydia's embarrassed face, Lambert felt in high spirits. He took her hand, "Let's take a stroll nearby. The scenery here is decent!"Lydia nodded shyly, knowing that Lambert was accompanying her to aid digestion.The two walked hand in hand o
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