Chapter 959 She Was Willing To Help


    The more irritated Lydia got, the calmer J became. "Okay, I won''t say anything more about it,"


    J said in a soft voice. "Can you tell me first who told you about your husband''s death?"


    A worker who suddenly appeared and told Lydia the twisted version of Jethro''s death was clearly


    intended to sow discord between them.


    "You want me to tell you who he is? So, you and Brandon can kill another good man?" Lydia


    sneered. "Well, I won''t tell you, J. My husband is dead. I won''t let another innocent person die


    in vain."


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    J shook her head and sighed. She knew Lydia could be really stubborn when it came to her


    husband. "Look, there''s no use of me exining things to you since you don''t want to listen. But I''m


    curious that you can still trust Jethro after what he did to you. He was lucky to be married to you


    because he didn''t deserve a woman like you."


    Lydia closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. Her mood seemed to waver because of what


    J had just said. Her eyes were still filled with resentment when she opened them again, "My


    husband was not all that bad. He was actually good to me at home. He did what he did because he


    knew you wouldn''t hurt me since I am pregnant. Because of my condition, he wouldn''t be able to


    take me far away. I might die if he took me with him. So I can totally understand him."


    J was speechless. Jethro obviously mistreated Lydia, but she still spoke for him. J hadn''t


    expected Lydia to be so stupid.


    If Jethro were still alive, J would like him to hear this sentimental speech about him.


    "As long as you believe in that. I am also the wife of a man, so I understand that you may implicitly


    believe that Jethro would not have escaped from prison, but even if you were his wife, you cannot


    lose your own judgment. And now you are a mother. You have to think of your baby. Jethro is dead


    and even your survival will be a problem after leaving the hospital. You may be okay live on the


    streets and starve, but don''t let your baby suffer with you." J couldn''t help but feel softhearted


    as she gazed at the baby girl in Lydia''s arms. Babies had a way of making people forget about their


    problems.


    Lydia fell silent after hearing what J said. In the quiet room, only the cries of the baby could be


    heard. J touched the girl''s soft cheek. Putting her hand in her mouth, the baby stopped crying


    and started babbling, curiously looking at the flowers in J''s hands.


    "Now, look at that! She likes me," J said, seemingly pleased with the baby. The look in J''s


    eyes was soft.


    As soon as the baby stopped crying, Lydia started to rx. "I won''t ept the sympathy of the


    Larson Group, and I won''t attend the press conference to rify it. You have seen me and my


    daughter. Can you leave here now?" she said, holding the baby firmly and turning her back to J.


    Since Lydia had asked J to leave, it wasn''t appropriate for J to stay long.


    Before leaving, she asked, "Can I have your phone number? I really like this baby. When you get


    out of the hospital, I''ll send her some baby stuff."


    Lydia frowned and gave J a confused look.


    J shrugged and said, "It''s for the baby, not for you. And it''s not sympathy, not even ttery.


    Don''t think much of it. I simply like the baby."


    Lydia looked at her daughter and spoke quietly to J, giving her phone number.


    "I''ll call you. You can save my number." J put the flowers on the table and said, "Even if you


    don''t attend the press conference, I''m still willing to help you. Being a single mother won''t be easy. If


    you need anything, please call me at any time."