Chapter 1401:
“Let’s get you to the hospital,” Jeffry suggested.
Lydia waved a hand lazily.
“Not a chance. I’m too full to move.”
Since she showed no signs of discomfort, he decided not to press the issue. A quick call to his assistant later, Jeffry left the car keys with the restaurant staff and guided Lydia out of the private dining room.
Seeing he wasn’t planning to drive, Lydia asked curiously, “Aren’t you taking the—”
“Someone’s coming to pick it up,” he said without missing a step.
Fingers intertwined, they began a slow walk down the street.
Bare-branched trees stood on either side, stripped by winter, while bundled pedestrians hurried past against the cold.
After a short while, Lydia’s voice dropped into a whine.
“Jeffry, I’m worn out.”
The truth was she didn’t want to walk—she wanted a warm car ride.
“You ate too much,” he said calmly.
“Walking will help.”
“Jeffry, you’re becoming such a nag,” she muttered.
He had a way of hovering over every little thing—at home, it was telling her not to walk barefoot, reminding her to eat on time, and now lecturing her about lying down after a meal. It was almost ridiculous; he was the CEO of a company, not her personal nanny.
Still, he kept his steady pace, her hand secured in his.
With a click of her tongue, she threw out, “Carry me.”
This time, he didn’t argue. Bending down, he waited, and she hopped onto his back without hesitation.
Down the sycamore-lined avenue, they made their way home at an unhurried pace.
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The following day, Wesley was in Nahlens, going over updates on the manor project, when a knock sounded at his office door.
“Come in.”
Felix stepped inside, his tone measured as he said, “Mr. Spencer, Mrs. Stanley is here to see you.”
Wesley’s hands slowed as he leafed through the stack of papers. After a brief pause, he lifted his gaze and said, “Let her in.”
Meanwhile, in the lobby of Spencer Group headquarters, Carola and Lyla waited together.
A flicker of unease crossed Carola’s face.
“Am I disturbing his work?”
Lyla squeezed her hand reassuringly.
“Of course not, Mom. You’ve finally found that Wesley is your son—dropping by isn’t an intrusion. I’m sure he’ll be glad to see you.”
That seemed to soften Carola’s tension.
The night before, Carola and Lucian had broken the news to Lyla that Wesley was her son. They thought it might take her some time to come to terms with it, but she accepted it without hesitation. By morning, it was Lyla herself who’d suggested they pay him a visit.
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