Lydia Hu Parents Novels & Stories

” Lydia asked me with a raised eyebrow making me giggle. ”Lydia Marie Claeson!” Natasha scolded her daughter. Lydias' hands flew up in surrender as she looked at Natasha with her big eyes. ”I’m sorry, but hey, it’s a reasonable question.” She said with a shrug and then looked back at me with guilt and a small smirk. I laughed to the point where I nearly fell of the bed. "Lydia you're the daughter of his uncle!" I shrieked, scrunching my nose and shaking my head.

"Nanny, you said you had news about my daughter, didn't you? Where is she? Is she well? How is her foster parents treating her? Is she married? What does she do?" "Lydia kept asking questions, and it was as if the injuries on her body were not so painful anymore." "When Nanny Liu saw how devastated Lydia was, she decided to tell the truth to her" "No, she didn't get married or adopted. She grew up in an orphanage, but she met Mrs. Ye, who is Mango Shen."

Thanks to Yessica, Yale knew Lydia's history like the back of his hand. "Lydia was raised in an orphanage, and because she was always so competitive, she didn't exactly fit in. She had just left the orphanage and started working when she bumped into your dad, Andrew. Back then, Andrew was on the rise in Avalon City, thanks to your mom's savvy in business, and Lydia set her sights on him..." Yale did not need to spell out the rest; everyone there got the picture.

Lydia knew this was exactly the kind of thing her parents would do. She didn’t ask Eugene to leave, but she also didn’t engage with him. Instead, she walked to the window and stared out at the busy streets below, ignoring his constant chatter behind her. It wasn’t until he brought up her parents again that she finally listened. “Lydia, even though you’re married, you’re still their daughter. Do you really think they’d ignore what’s happening with you? They know everything about you and Quincy, including that you’re staying at this hotel, which actually has shares owned by your family.”

LYDIA Julian stood there, glancing at me awkwardly, tightening his belt buckle. “So, Lydia, did you miss Julian so much that you just had to barge into the bedroom without knocking?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. I shook my head, trying to keep my cool. “No, I just arrived minutes ago. I didn't know Julian was in there,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. Ava raised an eyebrow. "At least, she saw us having fun,” she mumbled, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

Joan sneered, eyes full of contempt. Adriana ignored her and drove away. After her parents died, Lydia had helped her youngest son, Hex Adler, seize the family's assets. Logically, they should be living comfortably now—so why was the old woman coming to demand money? The neighborhood where Hex lived had been demolished years ago, and Adriana had no contact information for them. She didn't care whether they were rich or poor—she only feared what Lydia might stir up.

Liam was stunned. “Wasn’t she overseas? When did she get back?” Before anyone could answer, a tall woman with a commanding presence walked in. She seemed to be in her thirties. She had sharp features, calm eyes, and an air of quiet authority. She looked a bit like Moon, but her aura was completely different. She was Lydia Sterling, Moon’s aunt, and the legend of the Sterling family. “Edward. Clara. It’s been a while,” Lydia said calmly. Her eyes swept over Moon, who looked pale and shaken. A faint smile appeared on her face.

Lydia had spent too many years reacting. Surviving. Enduring. Waiting for the next blow she didn’t see coming. But not this time. This time she was ready. The letter sat on the table in front of her. A legal notice. Adrian Wolfe was filing for full paternal rights. Her fingers rested on the paper, but they didn’t shake. Not anymore. “He’s serious,” Noah said quietly from across the table. Lydia didn’t look up. “I know,” she replied.

Lydia scoffed coldly, her gaze icy as she looked at him, “Since you know I won’t forgive you, then don’t say anything.” Solomon: "..." “Lydia, actually, my name is Solomon. I’m from the Schmidt family. The second madam is my mother.” This revelation shocked Lydia. “Why did you lie to me back then?” Lydia asked, her voice filled with anger. “When I went abroad, my father was worried I might be in danger because of my identity, so I used my mother’s surname.”

Lydia's idea of making my life difficult was simple. She dragged our parents onto the internet. In the video she posted, her eyes were swollen from crying. Mother sat beside her with a handkerchief, while Father stood behind them with the heavy expression of a man watching his family fall apart. Lydia looked into the camera and called for me to come home. “I don’t want to accuse my sister,” Lydia said, tears sliding down her face. “But I missed the final trials because of a strange accident, and Eleanor was the only one who benefited.”