"Are they really that close now?"
Lambert couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow. Since the day Lydia joined Universal Conglomerate, or more accurately, since their divorce, he hadn't seen her smile like this—so clear, pure, and genuinely happy. Whenever she faced him, all she could muster were cold smiles, sarcastic remarks, or just a blank expression.
Lambert didn't understand how things had reached this point between them. However, one thing was certain—seeing Lydia like this, he couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy toward Andrew on the other end of the phone. This feeling roiled within him, and if he didn't do something to distract himself soon, he swore he'd lose his mind.
"Andrew, what nonsense are you talking about? He's just an ordinary colleague!"
Lambert, now labeled as an "ordinary colleague," stood there in stunned silence. He stared intently at Lydia, his gaze making her feel uneasy. After exchanging a few more words with A
"So, Sibyl, you're just going to let go of what happened to you before?" Sylvia asked with a sly smile, her sympathetic gaze igniting a surge of anger in Sibyl."Do you have any better ideas?" Sibyl's curiosity was piqued, and she quickly moved closer.Sylvia smirked and said, "I do have a small idea, but as you know, Sibyl, I'm just a lowly employee without much power. Unlike you, who has a strong backing.""Enough flattery. Just tell me your plan!"Seeing that Sibyl was interested, Sylvia began to detail her plan. As Sibyl listened, her eyes narrowed with satisfaction. If this plan succeeded, she would be able to settle both old and new scores!When Sylvia finished and noticed that Sibyl remained silent for a long time, she frowned, "Sibyl, do you think my suggestion is no good?"Sibyl stood up, patted Sylvia on the shoulder without a word, and left the room."Sibyl, are you agreeing... or not?"Sylvia couldn't quite figure o
However, when Lambert took a bite of the noodles, his face instantly changed. What was this? It tasted worse than poison! It turned out that Lydia, in her sleepy haze, had mistaken sugar for salt and added it to the noodles. A bowl of what should have been perfectly normal noodles had turned into a sickly sweet, sugary mess.Lambert's eye twitched as he was about to explode in anger, but then he noticed Lydia, sitting across from him, had nodded off, her head bobbing as she fell asleep again. In the soft light, her sleeping face looked especially serene. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen her so peaceful."Lydia, Lydia..." Lambert sighed softly, setting down his chopsticks and walking over to her side, gently calling her name.But Lydia was sound asleep, oblivious even when Lambert picked her up. Seeing the dark circles under her eyes, a pang of guilt flashed through Lambert's heart. It was clear that she was truly exhausted, and he knew he was the o
Lydia found it almost unbelievable that Verna, despite her sharp tongue, had never actually done anything malicious. It wasn't that Lydia had some sort of masochistic tendency, but rather, it seemed that every woman around Lambert had always tried to sabotage her. Meeting someone like Verna, who had the same status as Lambert but such a likable personality, made Lydia reluctantly admit that they were a perfect match.This realization only deepened Lydia's sorrow. Could it be that there was really no way for her and Lambert to go back to the way things were?While Lydia was tormented by these painful thoughts, Verna, who had been dragged into this situation by Lambert as a shield, was also suffering. That morning, after completing her usual role as the "evil supporting actress," Verna couldn't help but complain to Lambert."Lambert, is this really okay? Aren't you worried that Lydia will be so heartbroken that she'll never want anything to do with you again?"
"Keep quiet! Or don't blame me if I scar that pretty little face of yours! But, you know, it's really strange—looking like that, how did you manage to get Lambert so wrapped around your finger? It's enough to make anyone jealous!"Sibyl narrowed her eyes, looking incredibly dangerous at that moment.Lydia's heart raced with fear. Her phone was still in her pocket, and she hoped she could make a call for help. She felt a small surge of relief that the women holding her down had unknowingly pressed her hand against the pocket, allowing her fingers to slip inside.To avoid drawing Sibyl's attention, Lydia spoke up, "Miss Sibyl, there's really no deep grudge between us, right? What you're doing is illegal!"She tried to remain calm, hoping to reason with her captor."Lydia, even at death's door, you're still talking back. Do you really think I'll just let go of what happened before?""What do you want from me?" Lydia's voice trembled.Just as Sibyl was about to reply, one of the women beh
Lambert quickly made a call to inquire whether Sibyl was still at the company. As expected, she had left early!Left early? How convenient. Lambert sneered, convinced that her early departure was just a cover for kidnapping Lydia.He was now certain of it. He had kept this woman around to avoid alerting others at the company about his plans to reorganize internally. But now, he regretted it deeply, as it had given these people an opportunity to harm Lydia. Anger and frustration gnawed at Lambert.Lambert quickly identified his target and found footage of Sibyl and a few others outside the parking lot, including an unconscious Lydia.Seeing this, Lambert's expression turned grim, and Verna was equally shocked. "These people are really bold. But where could they have taken her?"Lambert's eyes darkened, a chilling coldness seeping through. He thought for a moment, then swiftly got up and headed out of the office."Lambert, where are you going?""To find her!"Verna hesitated for a momen
Due to the effects of the drug, Lydia's voice had become soft and seductive. Coupled with the flirtatious glances she deliberately cast, the two men in charge of filming exchanged knowing looks and broke into lecherous grins."I thought you were all pure and innocent, but it turns out you're one of us. How do you want to play this?" one of them asked."First, untie me, won't you? It's no fun playing like this," Lydia responded coyly."You're not planning to make a run for it, are you?" one of the men asked suspiciously.Lydia answered with a soft, enticing tone, "Even if I wanted to run, where could I go? Besides, I'm too weak to move. I'm just hoping you gentlemen will take good care of me. Even if you let me go, I wouldn't want to leave."Her words sent waves of excitement through the men. The one with buckteeth eagerly untied the ropes around Lydia's wrists, while another man freed her legs. The thinnest of the three hesitated, expressing concern. "Are you sure about this? Sibyl to
"Play, my ass! We're screwed! Hurry up and untie yourself—she's escaped!""What? She got away?"The bucktoothed man quickly tore off the shirt that had been covering his eyes, only to see the skinny guy collapsed on the ground, clutching his groin in pain, groaning so pitifully it made him wince just hearing it.The burly man shouted angrily, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and untie me!""Oh, right..." The bucktoothed man fumbled, his hands shaking as he tried to untie the rope. But Lydia had anticipated needing to escape, so she'd made sure to knot the rope tightly. When the burly man saw Lydia making a run for it earlier, he had panicked and struggled hard, making the knot even tighter. Despite the bucktoothed man's efforts, the knot refused to budge."You idiot! What the hell are you doing? I told you to untie me, not make it tighter!""I'm trying! But this knot is too tight! Maybe I should just go after her first? If Sibyl finds out she got away, we're all dead!""Forg
As soon as any woman who has been drugged appears, take her to see her immediately.At this moment, Lydia was hiding in the ladies' restroom. The drug was tormenting her, making her feel unbearably uncomfortable. In an attempt to calm herself down, she could only run cold water in the restroom.She locked herself in one of the stalls, hugging her arms tightly as her face flushed with redness. It felt as if thousands of ants were biting her all over, and she didn't know when the torture would end.She didn't dare to leave the stall, nor did she dare to make any noise, fearing that Sibyl would suddenly find her.Meanwhile, Lambert and Bob had successfully entered the bar. With Bob's experience, he quickly deduced that Lydia had likely escaped because the men stationed at the door were especially vigilant about women leaving the bar. It seemed that several women had been taken away."Boss, Lydia must have escaped.""Hmm, but she hasn't left the bar yet! Did you notice? The women being ta
"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