Ron felt he had turned the tide and was extremely pleased with himself. So what if Lydia inherited the G Group now?She would still be a woman scorned by many, wouldn't she? The media was always the best tool.Just thinking about his performance on TV not long ago, he himself felt deeply emotional.A cold gleam flashed beneath his gold-rimmed glasses.Ron refused to believe it. If he could corner Lydia six years ago, how could she still have him under control six years later? Hmph!After parking the car in the underground garage, Ron checked the time.As a token of appreciation for the help from the director earlier, he had made a dinner appointment with him today.Stepping out of the car, Ron straightened his clothes and walked confidently towards the exit of the parking lot.Suddenly, several burly men got out of a Hummer, each one tall and muscular with fierce expressions.Ron glanced at them and quickened his pace. These guys looked like trouble, and he didn't want any part of it.
Emotional interviews could quickly be brought to an end, with no further broadcasts, and even the host apologizing for their words – all thanks to Lambert.Although this left him owing his friend Lennon a favor, hearing from Wythe's call that Lydia's mood had improved greatly also brought him a sense of satisfaction.As for Lydia, though unaware of all this, she didn't continue to focus her energy on the scoundrel Ron.As for remarriage, Lydia expressed complete indifference, stating she could just as well sue Ron for bigamy!Meanwhile, Lambert hadn't called during this time, leaving Lydia feeling unsettled. Despite her earlier request for no contact, she couldn't help but secretly resent his absence.Wythe noticed Lydia's mixed feelings and thus, on the same day, when he and Lambert were video calling, he deliberately called Lydia over.Seeing Lambert's dazzling dark eyes on the screen, Lydia couldn't help but blush. Suddenly, all those little bumps in their relationship seemed to va
Lydia's gaze swept over the recently completed sample clothes and the precious design sketches, a hint of heartache flickering in her eyes, but anger soon replaced it.Seeing Lydia appear, the madness in Maggie's eyes gradually subsided a bit. "You finally decided to show up! I'm asking you, did you arrange for someone to hurt Ron? I know you're wealthy and powerful now, but don't forget, all of this was supposed to be ours!"Lydia looked at the hysterical Maggie, her angry gaze gradually cooling into pity.She slowly curved her lips into a smirk. "Maggie, it seems it's you who hasn't figured things out! Last week, I officially acquired ownership of the G Group. Moreover, these things were all left to me by my mother. They have nothing to do with you!""Bah! Let's not talk about property matters. How do you explain Ron's injury?" Maggie knew the property issue was settled, so she moved on to the matter of Ron being hurt.Lydia frowned. "What happened to Ron?""Don't play dumb with me!
Lydia dialed Maggie's number first. Maggie sounded startled when she answered, then her tone turned sour. "Why are you calling me?""It's nothing. I just wanted to thank you for the compensation. Harlan has already given the money. Since that's settled, those crazy videos I have of you are useless now. So, I've decided to give them back to you." Lydia's tone remained calm."You're being so generous?" Maggie frowned, clearly not believing Lydia's words."Whether you believe it or not is up to you. Since I'm short on time, you better make up your mind quickly. Today at 1 PM, Queen Hotel, second floor. Whether you come or not is your choice." Lydia hung up the phone, feeling confident that Maggie would show up. Even if it wasn't for the videos, she would come to see what Lydia was up to.Indeed, Lydia's guess was correct. Maggie did plan to check the situation. Moreover, she intended to use this incident to tarnish Lydia's reputation, portraying her as a seemingly innocent but internally
Maggie's footsteps staggered. Eight years of love couldn't compare to Lydia?Or perhaps, it couldn't compare to Lydia's position in the G Corporation! She couldn't bear to listen anymore!Especially when Ron blamed her for all the things they did to Lydia back then, Maggie felt like her heart was plunged into an ice cellar, trembling with cold!This man! This man she had been with for eight years, investing her youth and emotions in, was he really speaking ill of her like this?Moreover, for the sake of gaining Lydia's forgiveness, he wanted to divorce her?Maggie's eyes turned red, flames of anger almost engulfing her whole being. She looked squarely at Lydia.It was all because of this woman! It was because of this woman that Ron would say such things!Maggie gritted her teeth and took a step forward. "Lydia! You wicked woman! Go to hell!"As she spoke, she picked up the coffee cup from the table and hurled it towards Lydia.Fortunately, Lydia was prepared. She quickly got up and av
In the hospital room, permeated by the smell of disinfectant, Maggie lay pale on the bed.Outside, Ron sat on a bench, several cigarette butts scattered at his feet.He held another cigarette in his hand, smoke curling around him, darkening his genteel face, giving it a somber air.His clothes bore traces of blood, and his hair was disheveled from the earlier press scrum, making him look disheveled.After a moment, hurried footsteps approached, and Harlan rushed with Mildred towards the direction of the ward.Seeing Ron sitting there, Mildred hurriedly asked, "What's going on? Where's Maggie?"Ron stubbed out his cigarette. "She's inside.""What exactly happened?" Mildred was on the verge of breaking down.Ron paused. "They said she had a miscarriage.""What?" Mildred's eyes widened, and she stepped forward, grabbing Ron's collar. "What are you saying? When did Maggie get pregnant? How could she suddenly have a miscarriage? Did you do this?"Why were they both present when things went
Early the next morning, Lydia got up before six. She couldn't sleep well, even though today's schedule had long been set. She was feeling nervous.So, Lydia went to Wythe's room and nudged him, still in the midst of dreaming. "Wythe, what do you think about me staying home today? You can go with your dad alone, okay?"Wythe, half-awake, bolted up from the bed at her words. "Mom, how can you say something like that?"Lydia lowered her head, looking troubled. She never quite knew how to interact with elders.After her mother's death, she grew more distant from Harlan, and as for Mildred, her stepmother, they barely communicated beyond material matters.Suddenly facing two elders, especially those who had shown obvious dislike towards her before, Lydia felt truly unsure. She hesitated for a moment.Wythe's expression softened, and he stepped forward to hug Lydia. "Mom, do you really trust me to go with Dad alone? What if they don't let me come back?"With Wythe's words, Lydia hesitated.
On the wide road, a black Maybach raced past, traversing a long stretch of forest before arriving at an estate.Flanking the estate were attendants dressed neatly, their demeanor respectful. As the Maybach passed, they all bowed in unison.Lydia couldn't help but feel astonished.Although she knew of the Halsey family's illustrious lineage, seeing it firsthand left her at a loss for words.The Halsey family was a century-old family, and even the estate exuded an inexplicable air of opulent grandeur. This was the ancestral home of the Halseys, where their parents resided.After her initial surprise, Lydia felt increasingly nervous. She knew their impression of her hadn't been favorable, and she hoped today might change that.Finally, the car came to a stop. Before Lydia could move, someone outside opened the door.The person who emerged was in their forties or fifties, impeccably dressed in a suit, hair neatly combed back, with a stern expression—a clear indication that he was the esta
"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