Chapter 90 Get out!

Wythe rolled his eyes at Lydia, sitting across from her. "Come on, Mom, everyone in the world can see it except you, right?"

"You know too?" Lydia asked.

Wythe nodded naturally. Otherwise, why would he have listed Uncle Fraine as one of the candidates for Dad?

"Okay, you little rascal, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Lydia pretended to be angry, patting Wythe's head, but her wrist was caught by Lambert.

"Do you think you knew too late? Are you regretting it?"

Seeing the blazing anger in Lambert's dazzling eyes, Lydia felt it necessary to first soothe the vinegar-loving person at home, so she quickly softened her voice.

"Lambert, let me explain. I just firmly rejected him just now. Although I was indeed a bit surprised earlier, and my point is, if you had told me about this earlier, I would have kept a bit of distance from Andrew."

Lambert's anger subsided slightly at Lydia's words, but he didn't let go of her hand. Instead, he pulled her into his embrace, lowering his head to kiss he