The airport announcement rang out: "Attention all passengers, we regret to inform you that your flight YX668 has been delayed due to weather conditions, and the departure time is pending. Please remain seated and wait for further instructions. Thank you for your understanding and cooperation!" The flight number is YX668. Lyra had an ominous feeling. She lowered her head to check her flight number, and sure enough, it was the flight she was supposed to take! How could this be so coincidental? Lyra gritted her teeth. As long as she could get into the waiting area, she would be relatively safe. She still handed her ID to the security officer. The security officer checked her ID and apologetically said, "I'm sorry, due to the weather conditions, your flight is delayed, and you can't get your boarding pass now." Lyra walked away disappointed. How could the flight be delayed just as it was her turn? Was it just a coincidence? After all, flight delays due to weather conditions wer
Ronan lifted his eyelids slightly, pretending not to notice. Along the way, Lyra was so nervous that her palms were sweating. She forced herself to appear calm and pretended to look at the scenery outside the window. The man lounging lazily beside her gave her a tremendous sense of oppression, making her deliberately suppress her breath. Sometimes the more worried you are, the more likely things are to happen. While waiting at the red light, Ronan squinted his eyes in the rearview mirror. The driver immediately understood, getting the CEO's meaning. He had been driving for Ronan for three years and had never seen Ronan sitting in a car with any woman before. There must be something about this mess. Greenlight, the driver stepped on the gas to start. As they turned at an intersection, he suddenly deliberately jerked the steering wheel outward. The driver smugly gave himself 32 thumbs up in his mind. He was a godsend! Sitting in the back seat, Lyra was caught off guard, and
Matthew suddenly whimsically said, "Little White, how about I find you a mom?" Little White barked twice, indicating he didn't understand. Matthew thought of Lyra's gentle demeanor and chuckled. With his chubby little legs kicking the edge of the bed, Matthew shyly said, "Little White, would you like Mia to be your mom?" Before Little White could respond, the hospital door was abruptly pushed open. Lyra appeared at the doorway, shouting, "Matthew!" Matthew paused for a moment, then immediately jumped off the bed. Bounding toward Lyra with joy, he rushed over like a gust of wind. He was just thinking about Mia, and Mia showed up. It was like they were on the same wavelength! Today he wore a Captain America hoodie and matching sweatpants, looking incredibly cute. "Mia, you came to see me!" he exclaimed excitedly, throwing himself into Lyra's arms. Dad said if he came to the hospital to play for a while, he'd bring Mia over. Dad wasn't lying after all; everything he said was
Five years ago, when Lyra was wheeled out of the operating room, he was injected with a sedative by the hospital doctors because his emotions were too intense. Now, upon reflection, it's clear that doctors at the Mayo Medical Center would never have had the audacity to do such a thing. Moreover, he secluded himself for several days, and when he emerged, Lyra's body had already been cremated. Was the rush to cremate her, not an attempt to destroy evidence? At the time, Matthew had just been born prematurely, and his health was much weaker than that of a full-term baby. For the sake of his son, he gradually pulled himself together. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there were too many strange aspects to the whole affair. When he first saw Mia Vale, he almost thought he was dreaming. He could be certain that Mia Vale was Lyra, his deceased wife of five years. Some might argue that there could be people who look so similar in the world. But he could swear one hund
"I finished my business and came over. I am your guardian, it's perfectly normal for me to come and find you," Ronan replied loftily. Matthew was almost driven crazy by his clueless father, wearing a face full of disdain, completely unwilling to hide it. "I'm already grown up, I don't need a guardian!" Ronan looked down at him disdainfully. Matthew tilted his head up to meet his gaze and realized just how much shorter he was compared to his father. Damn, being short was a disadvantage; he felt completely overshadowed by his dad! Matthew deflated, feeling disappointed. He had planned to confess to Mia today. How could he do it with his dad around? The standoff between father and son intensified, the tension thickening. Lyra stood awkwardly on the side. Ronan was already here, she couldn't just ask him to leave! So she delicately said, "Matthew and I are going to have dinner now. I've already reserved a table at the restaurant." The implication was clear: there's no seat reserve
Matthew nervously snatched the phone, only to find that it hadn't been dialed at all. "Dad, you lied to me!" The little guy immediately became furious. "So what if I lied to you?" Ronan snorted. "Lying makes your nose grow longer!" "Hmph, that's just a scare tactic..." Ronan initially wanted to say it was just to scare the kid, but then thought better of it. He couldn't say that, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to scare his son in the future. With a smug expression, he said, "That kind of thing only works on children, it does not affect me." "You lied, the teacher says everyone is the same!" "Ignorant little brat!" The two of them argued back and forth, refusing to give in to each other, leaving Lyra dumbfounded. She hadn't expected this father and son pair to argue so immaturely for a full ten minutes. Matthew was only five years old. But Ronan? Lyra's eye twitched. Was he really this immature, arguing with a child? Suddenly, she understood. So, this was how they interac
Lyra felt warm inside. But she also felt a bit worried, afraid that Matthew might do something mischievous. Seeing the little guy's confident demeanor, Lyra didn't want to discourage him, so she just nodded. Ronan gave his son a deep look, then tapped the table and called the waiter, "Get the manager over here." Soon the manager came over, saying politely, "Hello, is there anything wrong? Is it about the food or the service?" Matthew felt ignored and immediately became displeased. Why did the manager only speak to Dad when he came in? He was being completely ignored! Matthew climbed onto the stool (his short legs couldn't reach), put his hand in his pocket, and leaned to the side, looking arrogant and just like a miniature version of Ronan. "The hygiene in this restaurant is terrible!" Matthew looked down at the manager disdainfully. The manager was momentarily stunned, seeing that the two adults didn't speak, then turned his gaze to the little guy. Politely, the manager as
The manager was stunned. He had originally intended to have the waitress apologize, at most firing her. But he didn't expect Matthew to demand that the waitress shave her head! This waitress was his niece, and they had a somewhat ambiguous relationship, having rolled in the sheets before she was promoted to head waitress. Firing her in front of Ronan and his group would just be for show. But shaving her head would be going too far. "This request is difficult to fulfill," the manager said through gritted teeth. "Is it?" Matthew mimicked Ronan's posture, squinting at the manager. "Can we change the punishment to something else? Treating a girl like this is a bit..." The manager hesitated. "Change it?" Matthew scoffed. "Change it to shutting down this restaurant?" Matthew's cold smirk was just like Ronan's. The manager trembled under his intimidating aura, realizing that this little devil was not easy to deal with. The manager looked at Ronan with a troubled expression. "Mr.