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
"That's my business!" Lambert's tone was resolute.Lydia's heart warmed slightly, but it quickly sank.In truth, Odgen was right. Families like theirs valued reputation the most, and as the next head of the family, Lambert had to pay even more attention to his image, including that of his spouse. As a member of the upper class, Lydia understood this principle well.When her mother was alive, she was expelled from the family for marrying a man without status.If it weren't for her grandfather having only her mother as a daughter, her mother might not have inherited anything.Moreover, Lydia did indeed have a failed marriage!But it wasn't her fault; she was the biggest victim.But how could Lydia explain all this? Should she reveal every detail to others?Her pride and self-respect wouldn't allow her to do so!So, Lydia stood up, bowed deeply to Odgen and Nydia, and said, "I'm sorry. Perhaps in your eyes, I'm indeed not worthy of Lambert. But love is between us. Please trust us.""Are y
With an extra person in tow, many household items needed to be bought anew, so the three of them went down to the supermarket together after lunch.Wythe sat in the shopping cart, pushed by Lambert, while Lydia directed them where to go.This good-looking family of three attracted quite a few envious glances as they strolled through the aisles.Observing the attention they were getting, Lambert reached out and hooked his arm around Lydia's slender waist, causing her cheeks to flush red.She shot him a glare and swatted away his wandering hand, "Behave yourself, this is a public place!"Raising an eyebrow, Lambert retorted, "So what? Am I not allowed to hold onto my own wife in public?"Lydia blushed even deeper, gritting her teeth, "Who said you're my husband? Stop talking nonsense, or you won't be going home!"Lambert sighed with a hint of resignation, "Okay, fine, not yet, but soon enough."Surprisingly, Lydia didn't argue further.Lambert's antics had already left her blushing, so
Lydia widened her eyes, taking a moment to process Lambert's words.She blushed crimson, but by then, she was already melting under Lambert's kiss. Her hands clung helplessly to Lambert's arm, her eyes shimmering with desire.Her slightly parted lips, flushed from the kiss, looked irresistibly tempting.Lambert's gaze fell, catching a glimpse of her delicate skin peeking out from her slightly open neckline, and the softness of her breaths, quickening, almost teasingly elusive.A surge of heat rushed through Lambert, his throat tight.His gaze grew even deeper as he lowered his head, capturing Lydia's lips in a possessive, dominant kiss.The fiery sensation from the depths of her being left Lydia feeling utterly defenseless. Her hazy eyes carried a hint of anticipation, like a fish waiting to be pulled from the grill, yearning for someone to extinguish the flames."Mama! Your favorite TV show is starting!"The sudden sound from outside abruptly snapped the two out of their desire-fille
Lydia's eyelashes fluttered lightly like dancing butterflies, the warmth still lingering on her cheeks.Seeing Lambert's determined gaze, as if he wouldn't give up without a kiss, she reluctantly relented.After all, she couldn't deny the stirring of her own heart, could she?Taking the initiative, Lydia leaned in, her cherry lips brushing against Lambert's sensual jawline.A fleeting touch, but before she could pull away, Lambert's large hand firmly held her head in place.His gentle yet authoritative tongue ventured into Lydia's mouth, leaving her breathless before releasing her, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest as he rested his head on her shoulder, infecting Lydia with its vibrations.She knew Lambert was genuinely happy, and suddenly, many of her worries from before seemed to dissipate.Perhaps, even if he left the Halsey household, it wouldn't be as dismal as she imagined?Besides, who's to say who would compromise first in the end? Lydia felt strangely certain about this i