As Horace changed Lambert's IV drip with practiced efficiency, he spoke, "I already knew without you saying. Heard you caught Odelia and are planning a press conference. Your dad found out, right? Honestly, Lambert, even if this is what you intend, you shouldn't handle it so recklessly.""No time," Lambert replied curtly."Come on, Lydia's been misunderstood for days. What harm could another day or two do? Besides, talk to your uncle first; once he's on board, the rest will be easier."Lambert closed his eyes slightly. Horace had a point; he could afford to proceed cautiously.But he knew his father well.Since his mother's death, all warmth within him seemed buried.He resented Odelia, blamed Lydia, perhaps even blamed himself.If his father knew Odelia was in his hands, he might not agree to reveal the truth, perpetuating the rumors forever.Wasn't he gambling now, hoping his father still had a trace of compassion left? It seemed he was losing that bet."Lambert, are you listening t
The stage for the press conference was rather simple, just a makeshift platform with a few steps and plastic chairs arranged due to the strong wind.Journalists took their seats, cameras and camcorders ready.Today's conference was being broadcast live nationwide, especially concerning the truth behind Mrs. Halsey's death, capturing the attention of the entire nation.At 9:20 AM, all journalists were present, eagerly awaiting the start of the conference which was now just ten minutes away.However, Lambert, the central figure, and the woman rumored to be the murderer had yet to arrive.Meanwhile, Lambert, Odelia, and Bob were seated in a tourist cable car, admiring the beautiful scenery through the glass windows.Lambert appeared serious, while Odelia seemed in good spirits.She had even put on makeup, masking the scars on her face under thick concealer.Seeing Lambert sitting there expressionless, Odelia couldn't resist teasing, "What's this, Lambert? Are you afraid I might do someth
Why should she follow their script when she had her own plans all along? With this thought, her gaze suddenly became resolute.From the reporters' perspective, Odelia, who was in the middle of her confession, suddenly fell silent, her eyes filling with tears.She looked at Lambert with a sorrowful gaze and began to speak in a voice neither too high nor too low, "Sorry, Lambert, we can't deceive the audience like this. I can't keep making things up. Although I love you and can do anything for you, I don't want to be misunderstood as a murderer!"Her words caused an uproar on the scene, leaving the reporters in shock."Odelia, what do you mean by that? Are you saying everything you said before was made up?""Odelia, did Mr. Halsey force you to do this?""Odelia, does this mean you didn't commit murder, and this press conference was arranged by Mr. Lambert to make you take the blame for Lydia?"Questions were thrown at Odelia, who covered her face as if she was crying.Meanwhile, viewers
After speaking, Lambert turned and headed back towards the reporters, aware of the mess he still needed to clean up. Just the thought of it gave him a headache.But suddenly, Odelia made a move.She rushed forward and tightly hugged Lambert's waist, forcefully dragging him toward the cliff's edge.Normally, Lambert could have easily shrugged her off, but he had been injured just the day before.The impact on his back wound sent pain shooting through him, making his vision blur and causing him to stumble.Odelia sensed Lambert's weakness.With a crazed determination, she felt it was fate helping her, convinced that Lambert was meant to be with her—even if it meant dragging him to hell.Her eyes, red with mania, shone with a fanatical glow as she managed to pull him to the edge of the cliff.The reporters, too far away and battling the strong wind, hadn't realized the gravity of the situation, thinking Odelia and Lambert were merely arguing.Lydia, who had been watching Lambert intently
Odgen's face lit up with joy. "Lambert, you really agree?""Yes, I agree!"Odgen, delighted, patted Lambert's shoulder reassuringly. "Alright, you rest well. I'll go contact the lawyer immediately!"As Odgen left the hospital room, he spotted Lydia dozing on a nearby lounge chair. He frowned, intending to leave quietly but then changed his mind and approached her."Lydia!"Startled, Lydia woke up and quickly stood up. "Uncle Odgen!"Odgen snorted, "Lydia, go home. What are you doing here?""Uncle Shen, I didn't mean any harm. I was just worried about Lambert. How is he?""My son doesn't need your concern. He's fine now! You should leave before he sees you and gets upset, hindering his recovery."Lydia was initially stunned by Odgen's words, then elated. "Lambert is awake? That's wonderful! Uncle Odgen, can I see him?"Odgen's patience was wearing thin. "Lydia, can't you read the room? I've already told you that none of us like you. Have some self-respect and stop disrupting our lives.
"How can this be? After all, he is his father, and now he is so lonely..." Lydia's voice trailed off as she noticed Thera staring intently at her. "Did I say something wrong?""Lydia, do you know? Sometimes, you are too kind. Maybe it's because of this kindness that so many people like you. But sometimes, kindness alone is not enough, or you'll be abandoned by the world."Lydia was confused, but Thera continued, "What I mean is, if you could be a bit more selfish, you might not care about Odgen's fate. But you're not that kind of person, and I believe Lambert wouldn't be that selfish either. However, this way, you won't be able to deal with Odgen, who is doing everything he can to stop you from being together."Lydia's expression darkened. She longed for a complete family, but it always seemed out of reach.Thera patted her head. "Don't overthink it. Let things take their course. Sometimes, divorce isn't the end; it might be a new beginning. Don't forget, you still have a loyal guardi
"Moreover, Wythe is a boy. In his upcoming growth, having his father by his side would be better," Lambert argued logically, clearly wanting to keep Wythe with him.However, only he knew that if Wythe stayed with him, he could at least see Lydia in the future. Otherwise, their connection would be completely severed.Lydia's eyes were already red.She stared at Lambert, speaking each word clearly, "No need to trouble Mr. Halsey. If you're worried about Wythe's upbringing, rest assured, I'll find him a father he's satisfied with soon!"Lambert clenched his fist secretly, while Odgen narrowed his eyes, glancing between them. "Enough, both of you. Lydia, if you disagree with this divorce agreement, we can modify it."Lydia nodded. "Fine, I want custody of the child! After all, you should know by now, Wythe chose me!"Lambert wanted to say something, but Odgen held his shoulder. "Lambert, Lydia is Wythe's mother. Believe that he will grow better with his mother. Besides, there will be othe
Seeing the concerned look on her son’s face, Lydia’s feelings of grievance and discomfort surged up once again. She hugged Wythe tightly.“Wythe, from today onwards, it’s just you and me.”Lydia’s voice choked with emotion.Although Wythe didn’t know what had happened to his mother, he instinctively hugged her back.“Mom, no matter what happens, I won’t leave you.”Lydia didn’t speak for a long time, and the mother and son leaned on each other until Lydia’s phone rang.Lydia snapped back to reality and picked up the phone. Seeing the number on the screen, she hesitated for a moment before finally answering.“Lydia, where are you now? Are you okay?” Andrew’s voice sounded anxious and worried.“Andrew, I’m at home. Did something happen?”“Is the news on the internet true?”Although Andrew knew it was a bit too much to ask at this moment, he desperately wanted an answer.Lydia was still a bit confused, but Wythe, who had heard the call, had already opened the computer.Unlike a few days
"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