At six o'clock in the afternoon, Lydia returned home exhausted.Lambert and Wythe were engrossed in playing the video game "Rapid Racer" together, each with a controller in hand, thoroughly enjoying themselves.Lydia slumped onto the couch, unwilling to move, and casually tossed the court summons onto the coffee table.Lambert and Wythe exchanged glances, then set down their controllers. "What's wrong?" Lambert asked."Take a look!" Lydia replied.Lambert picked up the summons and quickly scanned through it, feeling a storm brewing inside.Though equally angered by the situation, he glanced at Lydia's despondent expression and nonchalantly remarked, "It's just a court summons."Lydia suddenly sat up straight, her beautiful eyes filled with distress. "Just a court summons? This is slander! They're just turning the tables on me!"Furrowing his brow slightly, Lambert placed the summons back on the table and reached out to grasp her shoulder. "Don't dwell on it too much..."With a sharp s
Wythe swayed his way to SAC.Ever since the last concert he attended with Lydia, Andrew returned utterly lost in spirits.He hadn't contacted Lydia in these past few days, even delegating the collaborative matters between their companies to others.He seemed to have buried himself like an ostrich, seeking solace.Wythe's unexpected arrival surprised him.Similarly, when Wythe saw Andrew, he was equally taken aback. Normally, Andrew exuded an air of sophistication, especially when he smiled, he seemed incredibly gentle.But after just a few days of absence, he appeared gloomy, like a sky about to rain.Especially with that weary look on his face, stubble clinging to his chin, his once gentle eyes now filled with pain and emptiness.Wythe was startled.Was this the same Uncle Fraine he knew? He looked like he could be a homeless man thrown on the street.Concerned, Wythe asked, "Uncle, have you encountered something upsetting?"Andrew looked up, unable to utter a word in the face of Wyt
Early the next morning, Andrew drove to Lydia's apartment building.Today, he was accompanying Lydia to the law firm.Moments later, Lydia emerged, holding Wythe's hand.Andrew waved to them before Lydia and Wythe got into the car together.Little did they know, this scene was closely observed by the owner of a nearby car.Watching Lydia and Andrew, seemingly like a family of three with Wythe, Lambert's eyes darkened.Bob, seeing his boss's mood sour, sighed inwardly.His boss had been like a ticking time bomb lately. Just yesterday, the young master came to the company to talk to him about something, and the boss had resolved to apologize.But now, seeing this scene just as he stepped out, it seemed the boss's plans for apology might change!Lambert's expression was gloomy, especially upon seeing Andrew.He felt a murderous intent rise within him.Was Lydia going to be cozying up to others after a little spat?Seeing them laugh and chat, Lambert clenched his fists, his veins bulging.
No matter how much Lydia wished for more time, the time for the trial had come!The day was sunny and pleasant, but Lydia felt unusually heavy-hearted.Despite finding decent lawyers in recent days, they still hadn't found any evidence.Even Queena, who had resigned, was nowhere to be found!As most law firms had predicted, they were likely to lose this time!Andrew had also come early to wait for Lydia. His expression was equally serious.To reassure Lydia, he softened his expression and smiled gently, "Don't worry, Lydia. The truth will come out in court, and until the very end, we might not necessarily lose!"Lydia nodded. That's right. It hadn't started yet; how could she give up? That wasn't her style! It wasn't something she would do!The black Bentley stopped at the courthouse entrance, and reporters swarmed around Lydia, bombarding her with questions."Miss Amélie, it's said that the evidence against you in this plagiarism case is overwhelming. The head of Twilight Studio has
As the two conversed, Jarek began his rhetoric."Your Honor, my client Miss Lydia is the internationally renowned designer Amélie, who has won numerous awards in Paris. Given her status, there's no reason for her to plagiarize from an obscure company. Furthermore, I have here a draft of my client's design with a timestamp proving she couldn't have plagiarized."Vanessa stood up, interjecting, "Your Honor, design drafts can be forged. Anyone with artistic skill can replicate a design. This can't serve as evidence.""Your Honor, I also have a joint statement from the studio's staff who can testify for my client," Jarek continued.Vanessa scoffed, "Defense counsel, are you lacking common sense? In a case like this, relevant personnel can't testify. We're dealing with the lead designer from Lydia's studio, but who's to say other designers weren't involved?""You!" Jarek was rendered speechless, and Lydia's face turned pale. The situation looked dire for her.Whispers erupted in the audien
Kevin approached Queena and introduced her to the audience, then began his questioning."Miss Queena, during your tenure at Lydia's studio, did you steal designs belonging to my client, Miss Lydia?"Queena lowered her head. "Yes, I did covertly copy the designs.""Why did you do that? Miss Gilford is known for her generosity towards her employees, and you had a good relationship with her. There was no need for you to steal her designs."Queena, filled with shame, replied, "Yes, Miss Gilford and I had a good relationship, and I deeply regret my actions! But I was misled at the time! They promised me that if I obtained the designs, I would become the chief designer at their studio after resigning, with a salary twice what I was earning. I was tempted and made a mistake. I'm sorry!"The courtroom erupted into murmurs, but the trial continued."Who are 'they' that you mentioned?" Kevin inquired.Queena's resentful gaze landed on the plaintiff's side. "They were employees of Twilight Studi
In the penthouse office of Universal Conglomerate, Lambert set down the document he was about to sign, rubbing his temples wearily.Leaning back in his expansive leather chair, he closed his eyes slightly.Bang!The office door swung open, the sudden noise causing Lambert to furrow his brow.Opening his eyes, he beheld a figure he had longed to see.With one hand on the door frame, she was gasping for breath as if she had run all the way. Sweat glistened on her forehead, strands of hair stuck to her face, cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkled brightly, like stars in the night sky.Lambert hesitated for a moment, instinctively wanting to rise, but realizing they were in a standoff, he composed himself and glanced at her with indifferent eyes."Madam, It seems you didn't schedule one for today."Following closely behind her, the front desk secretary, also catching her breath, respectfully explained, "Sir, I'm terribly sorry. This young lady rushed in suddenly, and we couldn't stop her!"
Ten minutes later, Lambert emerged from the bathroom, catching Lydia's gaze.His jet-black, thick hair was tousled and dripping with water, a stark contrast to its usual meticulousness.He was shirtless, revealing a perfectly sculpted physique, despite years spent in an office chair.His wheat-colored skin was adorned with a thin layer of muscle, defined yet not exaggerated, with a sexy V-line extending from his eight-pack abs, partially obscured by the towel wrapped around his waist. Despite this, Lydia could sense tension emanating from him.Glancing downward, she observed his long, powerful legs standing firmly.Lydia shyly lowered her eyes, swallowing nervously.The thought of his sensual body about to embrace her made her heart race uncontrollably, a strange heat rising within her, causing her to awkwardly adjust her neckline.Lambert smirked slightly, taking deliberate steps toward her.Just as he stopped in front of her, preparing to embrace her, Lydia felt a sudden panic in he
Using their son as a shield might seem a bit embarrassing, but it was undeniably effective. Sure enough, upon hearing Wythe's name, Lydia paused her resistance to Lambert. She struggled to move her legs and began to make her way toward her home.What should have been a short ten-minute walk turned into a half-hour ordeal due to Lydia's difficulty in moving. During this time, she even awkwardly made a trip to the restroom. As she entered the later stages of her pregnancy, not only had her legs swollen, but her trips to the bathroom had also increased significantly. Just moments ago, she had finished a latte, which made the situation even more awkward—suddenly needing to find a restroom while walking.Lambert, while unaware of the many inconveniences pregnancy could bring, couldn't help but feel like a negligent husband and father as he watched Lydia struggle. He realized he knew nothing about what she was going through. Seeing her in such discomfort made his heart
Lambert closed his eyes, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart. He had truly found Lydia!"Sorry, Lydia, I think I got a bit carried away!"Could this be a dream? If it is, he hoped he'd never wake up.Lydia was at a loss for words. This wasn't just being a bit excited; he was clearly overwhelmed!She decided to change the subject. "Lambert, how's Wythe doing?" Her son was the person she cared about most, and the one she felt she owed the most to."He's fine, but he really misses you. I didn't expect that after all this time, you wouldn't even call once."Hearing this, Lydia lowered her head, guilt washing over her. In some ways, she knew she hadn't been a very good mother. She had neglected her son for her own feelings."I'm sorry..."Lambert sighed softly, a mix of emotions swirling within him. "You don't need to apologize, Lydia. It's all my fault. If I hadn't misunderstood you, you wouldn't have felt the need to leave Nov
Debby felt a sudden jolt, her ears turning bright red. Being caught doing something wrong and exposed in public was a uniquely uncomfortable experience."Uh, I..."Lambert's heart raced. Could it be that he finally found the right place? Was Lydia really at this kindergarten?Fearing he might startle her, he spoke gently, his tone patient. "Debby, there's been a misunderstanding between Lydia and me. I care about her deeply, and I can't lose her. I don't know how you've interpreted our situation, but as her friend, I assume you want her to be happy too?"Debby hesitated at his words. Was this man truly a scoundrel? Upon reflection, Lydia had only mentioned that she had divorced her partner and left Nova City due to some circumstances. She had never spoken ill of her ex-husband, so perhaps she had misjudged him?Debby's expression shifted, yet she still seemed unsure. Lambert seized the moment to ask, "Debby, Lydia hasn't left, has she?""How
Lydia could hardly believe her ears, but Debby wouldn't lie to her. So, Lambert had really come looking for her.Her emotions were a whirlwind. It had been nearly five months since she left. During this time, she had come to Y City alone, found a job at a kindergarten, and gradually found some peace.Being away from the chaos allowed Lydia to reflect on herself, and she realized that the situation with Lambert wasn't entirely his fault. While he sometimes acted presumptuously, his intentions were good—he always acted out of concern for himself. Each argument only chipped away at their relationship.No bond can withstand constant fighting.Lost in thought, Lydia absentmindedly traced her fingers over her phone screen. Should she reach out to Lambert? According to Debby, he was probably headed to Rong City.She lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes casting shadows over her troubled eyes. When she first heard that Lambert was looking for her, her
As Lambert stepped out of the apartment, a lost look lingered in his eyes. For the past few months, he had been caught in a cycle of hope and disappointment almost every single day.He should have been used to it by now, but each time he felt let down, hurt, and increasingly restless. The longer the search went on, the more he worried about whether he would ever find Lydia."Hey, don't be too downcast. Finding someone is like this; as long as you persevere, you will eventually locate them!"Lambert nodded at her comforting words, knowing well that now wasn't the time to give up."Lambert, since you haven't found her yet, what's your next move?"He frowned slightly. "I think I'll stay here for a while. According to the information my friend gave me, there might be another Lydia in City Y."She sighed. "You really have it tough. How long do you think it will take to find her? It's like searching for a needle in a haystack!""It's okay;
Upon seeing the information, Lambert felt as though he'd been tirelessly searching, only to stumble upon the answer effortlessly.Watching him hold the household registry, his hands trembling, the elderly woman knew that this young man truly loved his wife. She couldn't help but sigh. Why couldn't people just talk things out calmly instead of storming off? When this Lambert finally found his wife, she made a mental note to have a good talk with her. After all, finding someone who genuinely loves you these days isn't easy, especially someone as handsome and devoted as him.As she shared more advice, Lambert listened attentively. A couple of hours later, there he was, standing outside apartment 803 of Building 6, disguised in a delivery uniform, complete with a sunhat and a package in hand.*Ding dong, ding dong...*Lambert stood at the door, feeling anxious. He feared the person inside wouldn't be Lydia, but also worried they wouldn't answer at all.
The intense longing Lambert felt was like ants gnawing at his heart—an unbearable pain that consumed him. Yet, this separation made him realize even more clearly how deeply Lydia had become a part of his life. Without her, he felt utterly lost, as though she had completely permeated his existence without him even noticing.After a brief rest, Lambert began his search for information. He quietly arrived at the neighborhood where one of the pregnant women named Lydia was living and started asking around about her."You seem unfamiliar. You're not from around here, are you?" An elderly woman approached him, curiosity in her eyes.Lambert's heart leaped at the question. He had been wondering how to start the conversation, and now someone had given him the perfect opportunity. "You've got a sharp eye, ma'am. I'm new here.""I thought so! We don't usually see such a handsome young man in our neighborhood," the woman commented."Are you here for work, or are you planning to settle down? You
Lambert knelt down, meeting Wythe's eyes, and asked gently, "Wythe, are you sure this is what you want? Staying here while we're away—won't you feel lonely?"Though Wythe didn't want to be separated from his father, he wanted even more for his dad to focus fully on finding his mom, so they could all be together again. There's a saying about temporary separation being for a longer reunion—something like that."If I miss you, I can always call or video chat! Don't worry, Dad, I'm all grown up now—I won't embarrass you!"Lambert ruffled Wythe's hair, pride swelling in his chest. "You'll always be my best son! Both your mom and I are so proud of you."Wythe blushed a little. "Dad, don't praise me in front of everyone like this, I might actually get too proud!"Thera, standing nearby, burst into laughter at his bashful expression and swooped in to pick him up, giving him a playful kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry, Lambert. I've got Wythe covered. He'll be just fine with me."Andrew chimed i
Lambert carefully tucked Wythe into bed before solemnly opening the letter Lydia had left behind."...Lambert, by the time you read this letter, I'll probably already be in another city. I'm not sure if we'll ever see each other again.Sometimes, I wonder how we ended up like this. We once loved each other so deeply, but now, we've only caused each other endless pain.There's nothing going on between Andrew and me. I don't know if you'll believe me when I say this, but when I first found out I was pregnant again, I wanted to tell you the truth. Sadly, it seemed like you weren't willing to listen.I tried, again and again, to get back together with you, but no matter how hard I tried, it felt like we were two parallel lines—never to intersect again.Lambert, I don't know if I'm making the right decision, or even why I'm doing this. I just know that if I stayed in Nova City, I would lose my mind. So I've decided to leave. I need to find a place where no one knows me, and I don't know an