Lambert smiled slightly. After two days of adjustment, his mood had generally improved. As long as he didn't think about Lydia, he wouldn't feel too heartbroken.
Father and son headed to the amusement park. Although it wasn't a Sunday, there were still quite a few people at the park, with many children around Wythe's age accompanied by their parents. The atmosphere was quite lively.
Lambert carried Wythe on his shoulders. The striking resemblance and handsomeness of the father-son duo garnered a lot of attention from the crowd.
"Wythe, you can choose anything you want to play today, and Dad will join you, alright?"
Wythe squinted his eyes at the towering roller coaster. "Dad, you said it! I want to ride the roller coaster!"
"Uh, you're still too young for that. Maybe next time..."
"How about the drop tower?"
"That's even more off-limits."
"The roller coaster?"
"No way!" Lambert rejected Wythe's suggestion once again. "Wy
Half an hour later, Lydia stood outside the amusement park, panting. Her eyes were slightly red, as if she had just cried. She gazed at the familiar yet unfamiliar attractions inside the park, feeling a surge of mixed emotions.Meanwhile, inside the park, the father and son duo were blissfully unaware that Lydia had arrived. Wythe was having the time of his life on the bumper cars, a rare treat for him.Suddenly, a message was broadcast over the amusement park's PA system:"Attention Wythe, attention Wythe, your mother is looking for you. Please stay near the carousel and do not wander off. Repeat, stay near the carousel."Wythe's eyes widened with surprise and delight as he turned to Lambert, "Dad, did you hear that? It's Mom! Mom is here looking for me. How did she know we were here?""She probably guessed, Wythe. Let's go quickly so we don't keep her waiting."Lambert's expression grew complicated as he stepped out of the bumper car and t
"Here, take this."Lydia thought for a moment and handed the ointment to Lambert. His eyes flickered as he reached out and grabbed her fingers.Her fingers felt hot, like they were burning with fire. Lydia felt a sudden panic. "What are you doing?""You're concerned about me, aren't you?" Lambert's eyes were bright, sparkling like the stars in the night sky. The excitement and anticipation in his eyes made Lydia feel inexplicably flustered."Don't get the wrong idea. I just think you look awful with that face. I don't want to attract attention, and besides, I caused it. I can't just leave it like this."Lambert's expression quickly darkened, looking disheartened. Holding the ointment, he fixed his intense gaze on Lydia's face. "I can't see it myself. Can you help me apply it?"Lydia's face turned red with a mix of irritation and embarrassment, but she softened and didn't refuse his request. Lambert moved closer, and although there was still
"Don't talk to me right now!" Andrew's tone was calm, but there was a hint of underlying anger. "I'm afraid I won't be able to control my temper!"Lydia lowered her head in guilt. "I'm sorry, Andrew. I’ve caused you trouble today.""There's no need to apologize between us, Lydia. I'm not upset because you troubled me; I'm upset because you don't know how to protect yourself!" Andrew sighed. "Lydia, you and Lambert are no longer together, but are you trying to maintain some lingering connection with him?""I’m not..."Lydia tried to defend herself, but even she didn’t believe her own words, let alone Andrew. Although she knew he was looking out for her, Lydia just couldn’t let go of Lambert. Maybe for the rest of her life, she would never escape the fate that was Lambert.Andrew could only sigh to himself when faced with Lydia like this. But regardless, at least for now, she was still by his side.The large villa was c
"Are you ashamed and angry now, Father? Unfortunately, your rage pales in comparison to the fury I feel inside! I hate you all. If it weren't for you, none of this would have turned out so horribly!"Lambert, still slumped on the ground, looked up with eyes full of hatred, making Odgen's heart skip a beat. Yet, his anger flared up again. How could Lambert so openly express such hatred towards them just for a woman? Anyone would think he'd been bewitched by her.Lydia! That damn woman! Even after their engagement, she still haunts us!After venting his emotions, Lambert felt a sharp pain in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. Just as he was about to speak again, he coughed up a mouthful of blood and then everything went black as he lost consciousness.The last thing Lambert saw before passing out was the look of anger and fear on Odgen's face, which gave him a twisted sense of satisfaction.When Lambert woke up again, it was no surprise th
As Verna spoke, she gently opened the thermos, carefully poured a little soup into a spoon, and brought it to Lambert’s mouth with a natural smile, saying, “Lambert, open your mouth, ah…”“Dad! What are you doing?”A clear, youthful voice interrupted Verna’s actions. Turning around, she saw a small child standing by the door, with features that were an exact replica of the man lying in the hospital bed. Even though she had never met him before, Verna instantly guessed the child’s identity and flashed a sweet smile.“You must be Wythe, right? You’re as adorable as I imagined!”Verna praised him sincerely, and Lambert took the opportunity to gently push away the spoon she was offering. The tension in his furrowed brow eased slightly with Wythe’s arrival.“Wythe, how did you get here?”Wythe's big eyes scrutinized Verna from head to toe. Although she didn’t have the overwhelming scent of perfume like the other women he had seen, he still couldn’t warm up to her.Especially since Verna's
Lambert was amused by Wythe's comparison. "Alright, I get it. Be careful on your way back, and if anything comes up, call me right away.""I know, Dad!"Wythe responded obediently and turned to leave. Just as he was about to step out, he quickly turned back, planting a big kiss on Lambert's cheek. "Dad, I love you!""I love you too, Wythe!"On the second-floor balcony of the Halsey mansion, Ogden stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, frowning as he read through the freshly printed documents. A tall bodyguard stood not far behind him."So, Lydia and her fiancé are also staying at the same hospital as Lambert? And Wythe has already visited Lambert's room?""Yes, it's because of Madam Chen's health. She's there for treatment, and their rooms aren't too far apart."Ogden's expression darkened. What was that woman Lydia planning? Flirting with another man while still trying to cling to Lambert through their son? She was despicable!"Go to the hospital as soon as possible and
Lydia's words pierced Lambert's heart like a sharp dagger, causing his eyes to redden and his tone to grow colder. "Satisfied? Of course, I'm satisfied, but given how biased your answer is..."Before Lydia could react, Lambert had already pressed her against the wall, his thin lips with a hint of tobacco taste forcefully covering hers. Lydia's eyes widened in disbelief at the man before her. His deep eyes held no affection, only a wild, frantic heat, like a beast driven by pure instinct to possess and plunder.This passionate kiss was not as sweet as one might imagine. The bitter taste of tobacco made Lydia feel nauseous. Her arms were pinned against the wall, and her emotions shifted from pain to anger.Just as Lambert was about to deepen the kiss, he felt a sharp pain on his tongue. The metallic taste of blood spread in his mouth, and the madness in his eyes intensified. Lambert felt like he was losing his mind. The thought of the woman he once loved being intimate with another man
In the days that followed, Lambert became unusually cooperative with his treatment. It was as if he had completely come to terms with everything, regaining his usual cold demeanor, though now with an added sharpness.During his hospital stay, Verna came by every day to bring him food, to the point where even Horace knew that Lambert had a new admirer, who seemed to be a rather nice girl."Lambert, you really are lucky. Girls just keep flocking to you, one after another. Not like me—I'm rich and handsome too, but no one seems to like me!" Horace joked, clearly in a good mood seeing Lambert’s recovery.Lambert gave him a sideways glance. "I’ll make sure to pass that on to your dad."Horace immediately panicked. "No, please don’t! My parents are already nagging me about getting married. If it weren’t for my busy work schedule, my mom would never let me off the hook."Lambert responded with a cold smile, remaining silent. Horace, however, continued his teasing, "But seriously, Lambert, ha
"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