Lennon continued, "Lambert, you know our family runs an entertainment company. I've seen countless breakups and reconciliations. In my opinion, Lydia may not have lost all feelings for you, and in some ways, she isn't that kind of woman."Lambert looked up, hesitating. Could it be true? Perhaps there was another reason behind Lydia and Andrew's engagement? Thinking about it carefully, if Lydia had agreed to Andrew, she wouldn't have waited until now, nor would she have rushed into an engagement.Could there be a reason he was unaware of?Sometimes, people in the situation can't see things clearly. Once Lambert completely calmed down and looked at Lydia's situation from a different perspective, he noticed many oddities.Seeing Lambert's confused eyes replaced with determination, Lennon and Horace exchanged glances, knowing their friend had finally come around.Lennon patted Lambert on the shoulder, "Lambert, it's good you've figured things out. No matter what, we'll always be on your s
Fifteen minutes later, four or five thugs lay beaten on the ground, with Lambert standing over their leader, his foot pinning the man's hand to the pavement. Lambert's voice was icy as he demanded, "Now, tell me, are you going to let her go?"The thug let out a pained scream. "Yes! Yes! We’ll let her go! Please, just let us go, man! We didn’t recognize who you were before, but we get it now. Spare us, we’ll never do this again!"The girl who had been surrounded stepped forward. "Lambert, that’s enough. I think they’ve learned their lesson. I’ve already called the police. They should be here soon."Surprisingly, the girl Lambert saved was Verna!After her fiancé ran off with the money, Verna had been kept at home for a while. Recently, her parents had allowed her out again, thinking she was over the man. She had come out today to attend a class reunion but had found it dull and decided to leave early, only to run into the thugs. Little did she expect Lambert would show up as her hero.
Verna recounted the entire evening's events to her parents. After listening, Zebulon gave his daughter a complex look and asked, "So what do you mean now? Have you changed your mind?"Verna's eyes sparkled with determination. "That's right! I'm going to pursue him!"Verna's parents exchanged a bewildered glance, finding the situation somewhat laughable. Previously, when they had urged her to get closer to Lambert, she had stubbornly refused, clinging to her then-boyfriend, Winston, as if he were irreplaceable. Now, just when they had given up on pushing her towards Lambert, she decided to take the initiative herself.Zebulon’s face darkened. "This is ridiculous! What, just because Lambert played the hero, you're falling for him? Have you thought about what happens if you fail?""I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. What if I succeed? Missing out on such a quality man would be a real shame!" Verna muttered."No, I don't agree!" Zebulon vehemently opposed. Initially, he had agreed
Lambert fell silent after hearing Verna’s words. Although her perspective might not be entirely reliable, she was right about one thing: sometimes women are more resolute than men. While he was still trying to salvage their relationship, Lydia had already moved on to someone else. This realization filled Lambert with a profound sense of sadness.Feeling the weight of this sorrow, Lambert lost the desire to continue the conversation and his tone grew colder. “Verna, if there's nothing else, I’ll hang up now.”“Lambert, we know each other well enough; just call me Verna. It’s late now, so I won’t keep you. Next time, dinner is on me. You must promise to come!”“Alright.”With that, Lambert ended the call. On the other end, Verna pouted, somewhat dissatisfied. It seemed her parents were right—winning Lambert over was not going to be easy. Still, she had brought up Lydia intentionally, hoping to avoid future complications.Lambert didn’t sleep all night, only dozing off on the sofa at daw
Despite the less-than-ideal food, Lambert and Verna had an enjoyable dinner, finding common ground and engaging in lively conversation. By the end of the meal, Lambert saw Verna as more than just a casual acquaintance; she was now like a little sister to him. Verna was content with this progress, understanding that building a relationship with Lambert would take time.Unbeknownst to Lambert, Lydia and Andrew were dining in the adjacent private room, but their visit was mission-driven. Clara, now hospitalized, had requested that Andrew and Lydia film their interactions to keep her entertained. Though the request was odd, Andrew and Lydia obliged, with Andrew particularly grateful for his mother’s assistance. This gave him a legitimate reason to spend time with Lydia.Andrew had chosen the restaurant, known for its romantic ambiance, to enhance the illusion of their relationship. Lydia, despite feeling awkward about posing for intimate photos, complied. Andrew’s suggestion for Lydia to
Lydia clenched her fists secretly, "That's right, my biggest hope now is that you don't show up in front of us anymore, because it really annoys me!"Lambert's emotions gradually calmed down. "I understand.""That's good. I hope Lambert keeps his word and doesn't bother us anymore!" Andrew said cautiously, taking Lydia's hand. "Lydia, let's go."Lambert watched them leave, his eyes darkening. There was no going back for them.Verna, standing nearby, felt a chill from Lambert's demeanor and instinctively stepped back. The current Lambert seemed frightening. Did she really know this man? Would someone like him, whom she hoped would gradually yield to her approach, end up with her?Verna was uncertain. Logic told her to stop, but she felt reluctant. Meeting such a good man was rare; was she really going to give him up so easily? Besides, his ex-wife clearly had a new lover now."Lambert, don't be sad. I'm sorry about today. I wanted to treat you to dinner to thank you, but it seems it up
Lydia lowered her head slightly. Had she not let go yet? She smiled self-deprecatingly at her wild thoughts. She and Lambert had nothing to do with each other anymore, right? So why did it hurt so much to see him with another woman?Verna's gaze occasionally drifted towards Lydia, then a slow smile curved her lips. What an interesting woman, she thought. Lydia was already engaged to Andrew, so why was she still so concerned about Lambert? Eyes couldn't lie, and as a fellow woman, Verna was very sensitive to this feeling. Lydia's words and true feelings were in conflict, making Verna very curious.It wasn't until they reached the Zheng family's door that Verna finally stopped talking, feeling quite satisfied. She politely thanked Andrew and then specifically bid farewell to Lydia.Lydia opened her eyes and stared coldly at her. "Verna, if possible, I don't want to see you again!"Lydia's hostility was obvious, but it only made Verna laugh. She leaned close to Lydia's ear and whispered,
"Maybe, as long as it's Mom's choice, she should know what she wants." Lambert fell silent, holding Wythe tighter, and didn't continue the topic.Wythe glanced at the clock on the wall, hesitating whether to ask Lambert to leave. Though it would be awkward for him to say so, Lambert seemed to understand. Seeing Wythe's expression, he guessed Lydia might be returning soon, and it was time for him to go to avoid making future visits more difficult.Before leaving, Lambert arranged a next meeting with Wythe. Despite Lydia being with Andrew, Wythe was still Lambert's child, an unchangeable fact. Lambert had decided not to remarry, making Wythe his potential sole heir.Lambert gave Wythe a serious goodnight kiss and then left, knowing staying longer might cause unnecessary trouble if Lydia returned. Watching Lambert's figure disappear into the night, Wythe stood at the door, tears welling in his eyes.When Lydia returned, she found Wythe standing at the door, cold and with red eyes. Her he
"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