เข้าสู่ระบบAfter last week’s incident, however, Lydia had hoped things would finally settle down. Hayes had apologized to Ethan, Ethan had apologized to Hayes, and the school counselor had assured both families that the boys were fine. Judging from Hayes’ cheerful mood that morning, he seemed to have forgotten the entire thing. Apparently, Vera hadn’t. Lydia was standing near the school reception area when she heard a voice behind her. “Hayes’ mother.” Lydia turned. Vera was approaching her, stopping a few feet away. There was nothing openly hostile about her expression, but Lydia had already learned that Vera didn’t need to raise her voice to make a point—she could do it with a single sentence. “Hi, Vera.” “Hello,” Vera replied. “I heard the boys are getting along again.” Lydia nodded. “They are.” “That’s good.” There was a brief pause before Vera added, “Although I suppose children tend to forget things quickly.” Lydia looked at her. “They’re children.” “Exactly.” Vera smiled faintly
The phone call came just before breakfast. Lydia was standing in the kitchen, spreading butter over a slice of toast while Aurelia sat in her high chair, happily playing with a spoon. Adrian was pouring coffee when his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. "Hello?" His expression changed almost immediately. Lydia looked up. "What's wrong?" Adrian listened for several seconds. "Yes. Of course. We'll be there." He ended the call. Lydia immediately knew. "The school?" He nodded. "They want to see us." Her stomach tightened. "About Hayes?" "Yes." *** Thirty minutes later, Lydia and Adrian walked into Hayes' school together. The familiar hallway felt strangely different. Lydia held Adrian's hand for a moment before letting go. "I hate school meetings." Adrian gave her a faint smile. "Me too." "Even when you were a child?" "Especially then." She looked at him. "You got into trouble?" "Occasionally." "Occasionally?" He smiled. "Fine. More than occasion
By the time Lydia arrived at the penthouse that afternoon, she already knew something was wrong. Hayes usually ran toward her the moment he heard the front door open. Today, he didn't. His backpack was still hanging from one shoulder when he walked into the living room. His head was lowered. His usual energetic expression was gone. Lydia immediately put down the phone in her hand. "Hayes?" He stopped. "Hi, Mommy." His voice was quiet. Too quiet. Lydia walked toward him and crouched down. "What's wrong?" "Nothing." She smiled gently. "That doesn't look like nothing." Hayes looked away. Lydia knew her son well enough not to push immediately. She reached for his backpack. "Come here." He let her take it. "Let's sit." They moved toward the sofa. Lydia sat beside him and gently smoothed his hair. "Did something happen at school?" Hayes shrugged. "No." "Did someone hurt you?" "No." "Did you get into trouble?" He shook his head. "Then why do you l
The rumor didn't disappear. It grew. What had started as a few whispered comments about Lydia's Heart being backed by a wealthy husband slowly became something more damaging. By Friday morning, Lydia noticed the difference. A customer who had been coming almost every day stood at the counter, staring at the pastry display with uncertainty. "Excuse me." Lydia smiled. "Yes?" The woman pointed toward the croissants. "Are these really made with imported butter?" Lydia blinked. "Yes." The woman frowned. "I heard they're made with cheap ingredients." Lydia's smile faded slightly. "Who told you that?" "I don't know." The woman looked uncomfortable. "Someone said your bakery uses inexpensive ingredients but charges premium prices because people think the brand is luxurious." For a moment, Lydia couldn't speak. She looked at the pastries behind the glass. Every ingredient had been selected carefully. She knew exactly where their butter came from. She knew the flour
Chapter 72: By the end of the second week, Lydia's Heart had become one of the most talked-about new bakeries in the neighborhood. The morning lines were getting longer. The new pastries were selling faster than Lydia and Julian could produce them. Customers were posting photographs online. Food bloggers had started mentioning the bakery. For Lydia, it was everything she had hoped for. For Vera Lin... It was becoming unbearable. She stood behind the counter of Lin's Bakery, watching another group of customers cross the street. One of them stopped briefly to take a photograph of the golden sign. Vera's jaw tightened. "Again." Mei looked up from the register. "What?" "Another group." She glanced outside. "They're going to Lydia's Heart." Mei didn't respond. Vera turned away from the window. "How long has that bakery been open?" "Two weeks." "And they're already this busy." "Yes." Vera crossed her arms. "That isn't normal." Mei sighed quietly. "People l
By Monday morning, Vera Lin had made a decision. She wasn't going to sit quietly and watch Lydia's Heart take over the neighborhood. If Lydia wanted a competition... Vera would give her one. The first change appeared before the bakery even opened. A large red banner was placed across the front of Lin's Bakery.GRAND REOPENING SPECIAL30% OFF ALL PASTRIES Mei stared at it in disbelief. “Thirty percent?" Vera stood beside her, arms crossed. “Yes." "That's a lot." "We need customers." "We've never offered thirty percent before." "Then it's time." Mei hesitated. “Won't we lose money?" Vera looked across the street. Lydia's Heart was already preparing for the morning rush.“We'll make it back." She turned toward her bakery. “Once people remember us, they'll come back." *** The promotion worked. By nine o'clock, Lin's Bakery had a line. By ten, the tables were full. Vera smiled triumphantly from behind the counter. “See?" Mei forced a smile. “Yes." "We're still here." Acros
The hallway smelled like antiseptic and exhaustion. It clung to Lydia’s skin, seeped into her lungs, and settled somewhere deep inside her bones. She hadn’t slept—not really, and certainly not in any way that counted. Every time her eyes closed, she saw the line: flat, endless, and final. Then sh
Lydia watched him for a heartbeat, the reality of his presence finally breaking through her shock. Before he could take another step toward the furnace, she moved. She threw her arms around his neck, burying her face in the damp of his jacket. "Noah," she sobbed. Noah froze for a split second, hi
Adrian didn't sleep that night.The penthouse lights stayed on until dawn, the chocolate torte long abandoned on the coffee table, one bite missing like a ghost of her presence. He paced the living room, replaying the hospital hallway exchange, the returned five million, the dead phone number, the
Lydia stepped out of the examination room with the envelope clutched tightly in her hand. Too tight. The thin paper crinkled under her grip, but she didn’t loosen it. Inside it—seven weeks of a truth she wasn’t ready to face. Seven weeks of something that could destroy what little control she had l







