Chapter 387 Mutual Misery

Like an artist repeatedly conceptualizing a scene, Lambert's mind lingered on the image of the person within that picture.

Lydia hadn't gone to bed. She stood by the window, clutching her phone, waiting for a call that might never come.

"Lambert! Lambert!"

She whispered his name in her heart, each time more painful than the last. He hadn't contacted her, even though she had sent him a message. Unbeknownst to her, Lambert's phone lay abandoned on a nightstand, and its owner was merely fifty meters away in his car.

Knock, knock, knock!

Lydia quickly set her phone down as Wythe, rubbing his eyes, walked in with a cup of milk. "Mom, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Lydia's voice was soft. "Did I wake you? I'm sorry. I'll go to bed now."

"Mom, drink some milk before you sleep."

Lydia's nose tingled, and she reached out to tousle her son's hair. "Thank you, Wythe."

"Mom, I've grown up. Even without Dad, I can take good care of you. Besides, Uncle Fraine is great too! Please don't be sad about Da