روايات وقصص ضمن Who Is Lydia's Mom In Beetlejuice

Every eye in the room settled on her and did not move. "What are you all looking at?" Her voice came out sharper than she meant it to and she pulled it back. "I know what I said. I stand behind it." A breath. "My instinct isn't wrong." Her chin lifted. "And Lydia claimed she's her daughter. Luna Vela, has Lydia ever taken a mate? Has anyone in this room ever heard of it?" The words moved through me cold and deliberate, and I caught the single unguarded flicker that crossed Lydia's face before she put it somewhere I could not follow.

Lydia giggled then blushed before answering, “don’t worry aunt, I moved on. Very soon, I will marry the love of my life.” “That’s good,” Maria replied, feeling relieved. “Well, we got to go, we have a pregnant momma with us and she needs to rest. See you around dear.” “Sure.. see you around,” Lydia said and after giving Rita a sideways glance, she moved forward, entering the mall. “Mom, why do you like that woman so much, she gives me the creeps,” Jasmine couldn’t help but say what was on her mind. “She’s so fake.” “Pfft, hahahaha,” Rita ended up laughing at Maria’s remark. At least she wasn’t the only one who thought Lydia was a fake, two-faced person.

I let my gaze drag over her, her delusion wrapped in expensive fabric, her obsession with Lucas Blackwood clinging to her like the scent of desperation. “Still chasing Lucas?” I asked softly. “Still telling yourself he’ll leave Selina? That he’ll abandon the mother of his son for you?” Lydia’s face twisted, anger, embarrassment, and denial all warring across her pretty features. “That bitch bewitched him,” she spat. “Once the boy is gone, Lucas will—” I slammed my hand onto the table. Not hard. Not enough to break it. Just enough to make the wood cry and the wolves jump.

Caius pulled her closer, smiling as he let her sit beside him and rest her head on his lap. “You’re worried too, aren’t you? Aunt Lena said she’ll be fine, but why hasn’t she woken up?” her voice cracked. “How about we only say nice things? Who knows, she might wake if she hears one of them.” Lydia went quiet, then whispered, “Mom said I looked a lot like my father. She wouldn’t tell me where he was, and when I tried to ask, she would get angry.” She pouted. “You—” She cut him off. “But I already knew you were my father.”

“It makes perfect sense. Lydia was pregnant and desperate. She would have done anything to…” “Lydia?” my mother cut me off. She fixed Lydia with a perplexed look. Meredith remained silent. “I did no such thing,” Lydia gasped, raising her hand to her collarbone. “Elena’s a liar. I don't know what she thinks she’s doing. But come on. Do you really think I’m capable of that? Murder?” “I do,” I replied, my voice low. Lydia balked. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but clearly you’re having some sort of nervous breakdown,” my mother said.

" Lydia shook her head. "It's fine. Go back to your work." "Thank you." As Becky left, she thought Lydia was a good person. It was shocking that her mom could be so cruel as to harm such an outstanding daughter. If she were in Hodbridge, she would have wanted to confront Jennifer. Lydia sighed quietly, hoping her mom was not lying to her. Henry's phone rang as he finished replying to Jeffery's message. It was a call from Brad, the governor. "Henry, you never stop. How did you get involved in such a big incident again?" Brad's voice was filled with helplessness.

Lydia muttered after Liani had left. "How weird?" asked Reino, followed by Hadi's curious look. "She looks like someone in love." The two men in front of Lydia raised their eyebrows almost simultaneously. Of course, they were surprised that Lydia could read her mother's strange behavior. Even Reino had only become suspicious after a woman had answered the phone earlier. "I'm not sure either, but Mom's acting like this." Lydia shrugged. "Anyway, forget it. I'm in the mood for ice cream." *** Lydia felt more relieved. After Mr. Fendy and his wife were arrested, she felt calmer. At least the person who wanted to hurt her and her husband had been arrested. But who would have thought that Mr. Fen

She went downstairs to look for her mom but she couldn’t find her, even the maids in the house seemed less than usual. She discerned that her mom was about to surprise her so she smiled in anticipation. She went to a room and quietly opened the door and could hear Jewel’s voice and Frankie’s as well. "They were here? This must be part of the surprise,” Lydia said inwardly and moved closer. She saw her friends and was about to reveal herself to them when she overheard their conversation. “She’s just lucky to have been cute and catch the eye of Miss Eunice. It could have been anybody.” Jewel said.

Lydia lay sprawled on the velvet chaise, wrapped in thick blankets after their family doctor came to have a look at her. Her skin was pale, her lips still tinged with blue, and every now and then, a tremor ran through her body. Her eyes, though, burned with intense hatred. “Mother,” she rasped, her voice hoarse. “I’ll kill her. I’ll kill Cassie with my own hands.” “Rest,” her father’s voice cut through her raging storm. Mr. Beaumont, ever the quiet one, sat at the desk with a glass of whiskey in hand. He had been silent for a long while, watching and calculating. His cold eyes lifted to meet his wife’s, and then Lydia’s.