Without waiting for Lydia to speak, Lambert wrapped his arm around her slender waist, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. Then he commanded, "Bob, throw this fucking asshole out for me!"Upon hearing this, Bob stepped forward, grabbed Ron by the collar, and swiftly tossed him out the door!Ron fell to the ground and grumbled as he scrambled away.The interruption dampened Lydia's mood slightly, and Lambert reached out, pulling her closer. "Lydia, there's no need to let these insignificant people ruin your mood. Remember, I'm here for you through it all."Lydia nodded slightly, feeling somewhat uneasy.Ron's sudden appearance had thrown her off balance. Suddenly, she gripped Lambert's arm. "Where's Wythe? Why haven't I seen him?"Lambert paused, quickly scanning the crowd. Disappointed, he couldn't spot the little guy darting around anymore!Lydia widened her eyes in panic. "Is Wythe missing?"Lambert's expression darkened, but he tried to reassure Lydia. "Don't worry just yet. L
After tearing off the veil, Lydia's long hair cascaded messily over her shoulders, complementing her enraged expression, making her breathtakingly beautiful."Lambert! I don't want to get engaged to you anymore!" Lydia declared loudly, causing a stir in the crowd!Lambert's handsome face had darkened, like a sky covered in storm clouds. His deep eyes brewed a tempest, his thin lips pressed into a tight line, his fingers clenched into fists, veins bulging on the back of his hand, as if struggling to suppress his inner rage!Odgen and Nydia, standing aside, exchanged a glance after a moment of stunned silence. Then, their eyes twinkled with delight.They had been thinking about how to separate these two, but unexpectedly, they themselves encountered a problem first. However, if someone were to be dumped, it should be Lambert dumping Lydia, right?With this thought, the elderly couple's faces didn't look so good anymore. Hurt pride!After a long pause, Lambert spoke coldly, "What did you
South Quay wasn't too far from where they got engaged, and the pier in this area had been abandoned for years, appearing somewhat dilapidated.Lydia got out of the car at the pier, anxiously looking at the several warehouses in front of her.At that moment, as she stepped out of the car, one of the warehouse doors suddenly opened, and a person inside smiled satisfactorily, saying, "Finally, you've arrived!"Just as Lydia didn't know where to go, her phone rang."Keep walking straight ahead for a hundred meters, then come to the left warehouse here! Don't try any tricks; everything about you is under our control!""I'll do as you say. Just don't hurt my son!"Click... The phone was mercilessly hung up again. Lydia bit her lip, the pain making her more alert. She walked resolutely according to the instructions of the kidnappers.Step by step, Lydia cautiously moved forward. Suddenly, a figure darted out of the warehouse, forcefully dragging Lydia inside and throwing her to the ground.T
Lydia looked at this wolf-like family, her heart pounding.It seemed that they indeed had murderous intentions towards her and Wythe.She wondered about the situation with Lambert. But for now, every second she could delay was a second gained!"Dad! Are you really going to stand by and watch them kill us? I'm your biological daughter! Wythe is your grandson! Don't you feel anything at all for us?" Lydia shouted at Harlan, trying to awaken his conscience.But to her disappointment, Harlan had long become one with these people. He sneered, "Lydia, is it too late to call me dad now? You're quite something, aren't you? Not only did you compete with me for Natalie's inheritance, but you also took over G Group. Do you know that it's the result of my half a lifetime of hard work?""So you're just going to watch us die? Murder is illegal. Aren't you afraid?" Lydia retorted.Before Harlan could reply, Mildred shouted sternly, "Shut up, Ron! Get on with it!"Maggie, on the side, with a fierce g
Lambert's tone was icy, his gaze as cold as if he were looking at dead men.Suddenly, Harlan dropped to his knees with a thud, groveling at Lydia's feet."Lydia, please don't turn me over to the police. I don't want to go to jail! Please, I'm begging you. After all, I'm your father, right?"Lydia closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.When she opened them again, her gaze was clear. "Harlan, from the moment you wanted to kill me, you ceased to be my father. You never saw me as your daughter, did you? I may have pleaded with you just now, but what about you?""I was wrong, Lydia. I truly know I was wrong!" Harlan pleaded, tears and snot running down his face.Then he pointed at Mildred. "It's all because of this woman. She wanted to kill you. She's ruthless. She even killed your mother. I have nothing to do with it!"Mildred couldn't believe it. "Harlan, are you really blaming everything on me?""Isn't it true? If it weren't for you seducing me, I wouldn't have betrayed Natal
Lambert's tone oozed with confidence, his handsome face softened with a hint of tenderness.Andrew sighed, "I admit defeat to you! But I want to tell you, if you ever mistreat her, I'll take her away!"Lambert narrowed his eyes, a cold gleam in their depths. "Rest assured! That day will never come!"Andrew paused, a smirk playing on his lips. "I hope not!"As Andrew rose to leave, Lambert suddenly spoke up, "Aren't you going to check on Lydia?"Andrew hesitated mid-step. "No need, you take care of her."Watching Andrew's retreating figure, Lambert felt a wave of relief wash over him. It seemed Lydia still had something hidden from him! But now wasn't the time to investigate.Lambert opened the door to the room.Lydia and Wythe were curled up on one side of the bed. Lambert approached Lydia, sitting beside her, and gently wiped away the cold sweat from her forehead.Lydia groggily opened her eyes, relieved to see Lambert. "Are we home?"Lambert kissed her forehead gently. "Yes, you can
The domineering touch of his lips elicited a soft moan from her, her beautiful face veiled with a hint of desire, her eyes shimmering with a crystal-clear glow, like crimson flowers awaiting plucking.Lambert's agile hands gradually traced downward, delicately caressing her sensual navel, his gentle touch flowing through Lydia's limbs like an electric current, causing her toes to curl involuntarily, unable to withstand the sensation.A deep chuckle resonated by her ear, Lydia bit her lip, casting Lambert a shy glance. Already exuding allure, her gaze was particularly enchanting.Lambert's proud self-restraint crumbled in an instant, merging with her completely with a firm press."Ah..."Lydia's breath hitched urgently, the overwhelming sensation leaving her mind blank in an instant.She shifted restlessly, only to incite more intense thrusts."Lydia, you're so tight..."Lambert's voice, husky and seductive, was accompanied by beads of sweat trickling down his forehead, sliding onto Ly
"From that moment on, I became insignificant in his eyes. After that, my grandfather passed away, and ZQ Corporation completely fell into my father's hands, giving him more excuses not to come home!"I don't know how others perceive it, but to me, my father changed. I felt deeply wronged and scared during that time. Once, there was a school outing, and I went home to tell my dad about it as usual, expecting him to join us as before. But instead, he just scolded me.""Then, my mom died in a car accident, and Mildred entered our home, even bringing along Maggie, who was just a few years younger than me. And then, the father I once knew returned, but his beloved had changed. I finally realized that I was no longer his little princess!"Lydia's voice grew lower, tears streaming down her cheeks, unable to suppress her sobs any longer.She buried her face in Lambert's chest, her tears soaking his shirt, melting his heart.He stroked her hair gently, his voice tender to the bone. "It's okay.
"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