Chapter 7 She's Back.

Six years later—

Nova City Airport, just landed from Paris.

Among the crowd, a woman slowly walked out from the exit passage. She had long, golden hair, so silky and shiny that it could rival those models in shampoo commercials.

The woman had slender wrists, and delicate fingers were holding onto a soft and adorable Wythe. Wythe was about five years old, with a round face that looked serious at the moment, only his eyes were darting around mischievously, making him look particularly cute and clever.

Since landing from the plane and setting foot on the land of Nova City again, Wythe noticed that his mother's mood seemed somewhat off. Therefore, he behaved very well along the way, not causing any trouble.

Lydia's heart was filled with mixed emotions. She was back!

After jumping into the sea years ago, she miraculously survived, rescued by a kind person and taken out of the country. It was the lowest point in her life, being alone in a foreign land with no family, no friends, and no job.

She almost couldn't make it.

Ironically, it was during that time she was found to be pregnant. Wythe's arrival was truly unexpected, but it also became her motivation to stand up again.

So step by step, she started from being a seamstress and gradually reached where she was today!

All the events of six years ago were buried deep in Lydia's heart, never to be forgotten. Ron and Maggie's framing and betrayal, the truth about her mother's unjust death—everything felt like a nightmare buried deep within her, constantly reminding her to stay strong.

One day, she would come back for revenge! And now, she had returned!

"Mama, you're hurting me!"

Wythe's voice brought Lydia back from those sad memories. Lydia then realized that she had accidentally applied too much force on Wythe's little hand, making it red.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Let mama massage it for you."

Lydia felt both heartache and guilt, gently kissing Wythe's little hand before carefully massaging it.

Wythe, with a serious face, rolled his eyes. It hurt more when she massaged it, but this was his mother's loving care. Even though it hurt a bit, as a little man, he couldn't show it.

"Okay, Mama, we can continue walking now! This is the exit, staying here will cause congestion, and we shouldn't trouble the airport staff uncles and aunties."

Watching her son earnestly educating her, Lydia found it amusing yet exasperating. Many times, she even doubted whether she was the adult or if the child was.

"Got it, I'm back!"

A low, sexy voice came from beside her, causing Lydia to freeze in place. Her gaze involuntarily followed that figure.

It was an extremely tall man, dressed in a perfectly fitted smoke-gray suit. From her designer's perspective, it was definitely tailor-made, most likely by a master craftsman. His well-defined fingers held a cellphone to his ear, occasionally uttering a word or two. He exuded a certain aura and aloofness that kept people at a distance.

That figure overlapped with someone from Lydia's memory, causing her steps to involuntarily pause, then she averted her eyes, self-mockingly shaking her head. After so many years, even if this person was that person, so what?

Since the man she had a one-night stand with six years ago left no messages or clues, Wythe belonged to her alone now!

During Lydia's momentary distraction, Wythe followed her gaze and saw the man's figure. He tilted his head curiously, wondering if Mama had finally come to her senses and was planning to find him a dad as soon as possible?

Wythe shook his head. Mama wasn't that self-aware! It seemed like he would have to take matters into his own hands if he wanted to find a dad!

The mother and son walked a little further. Lydia felt the urge to use the restroom, so she asked Wythe to wait outside while she went in.

Walking through the long corridor, Lydia unexpectedly saw the familiar figure again.

The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace.

Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do.

Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself.

The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!"

Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes.

Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir.

It was her!