Chapter 972 Lydia Left


    Once Vivian''s video rifying the issue was posted online, the public opinion on the Larson Group


    became less and less negative. There were still a few badments on the Inte but nothing


    that could damage their reputation again.


    J''s meeting with a client of the W Marks Studio just ended that day.


    She was just walking out of the meeting room when her phone started ringing.


    The second J saw the caller ID, she answered the phone excitedly, "Lydia, have you been


    discharged? How are you and your daughter?"


    Thest time J saw Lydia was that day she attempted to jump off the building. Since then,


    J had not seen Lydia and her baby.


    "My daughter and I are safe now. We have been discharged from the hospital. Mr. Larson has sent


    a car that will take us out of Barnes. I called to thank you for what you did that day. Without you, my


    life would have ended on the rooftop." Lydia''s voice faltered and a series of sniffs filled the line.


    "You don''t have to call just to say thank me, Lydia," J said, her tone gentle as usual.


    She didn''t ask more. Judging from Lydia''s attitude, she knew the woman was in a much better


    ce.


    Lydia inhaled deeply before continuing. "This time, my baby and I will leave Barnes for good. I


    wanted to meet you before leaving but everything was happening so fast. And I know you still have


    work to do. So, I thought it was better not to disturb you. I''ve always considered the Larson Group


    as my enemy. I''m sorry. I''m really sorry."


    Lydia apologized again and again on the phone. She didn''t know what else to say but she let her


    sincerity be heard in the words.


    J was moved, "You can call me whenever you have time. It''s easy to travel to ces now. Even


    if you go abroad, I''m sure we will have a chance to see each other again. Lydia, I wish you a safe


    and smooth journey."


    Perhaps it was time to board the ne because Lydia suddenly said goodbye to J and hung up


    the phone.


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    Up in the sky, a ne flew over and disappeared into the clouds.


    J stood by the window, seemingly in a trance. Then a noise from behind brought her back to


    reality. She looked back and found Tasha struggling to pick up documents on the ground.


    "Let me help you." J squatted down and reached for the documents. Once she was done, she


    handed them to Tasha. "Your belly has grown a lot bigger recently."


    Tasha put a hand on her back before taking the documents from J using the other. She said


    with worry, "Thank you. I''m getting heavier too. I can''t even pick up the papers on the ground."


    J was also worried about her. "If it''s really getting hard for you to move about, why don''t you ask


    Mr. Wesley to let you work from home?"


    Tasha smiled, rxing now. "Don''t worry. I can still do my work here. I''m nning on working


    overtime to finish all the projects that can be aplished during this period. Then I will stay home


    until I finally give birth."


    J knew Tasha wasn''t only a capable but a determined woman too.


    She may still be an assistant, but Tasha could easily and perfectlyplete all the projects a real


    designer could.


    Recalling what was on the papers she had just picked up, J asked in confusion, "Did we get


    any design projects for childrentely?"


    Tasha didn''t answer.


    J looked up and noticed Tasha''s strange expression. She immediately apologized. "I''m sorry. I


    saw it when I picked it up. It''s very cute."


    Embarrassed, Tasha held the documents tightly in her hands and said, "I drew these by myself. I


    designed them for my baby."


    "You should submit it to thepetition. Then, all the children worldwide can wear the lovely


    clothes you designed. Maybe you can profit from it too!" J encouraged Tasha to participate in


    the children''s clothing designpetition. It had recently started epting entries.


    "No, it''s been years since I participated in anypetition," Tasha said with obvious hesitation.


    Just then, J saw Elizabeth walking towards them, a cup of coffee in hand. J pulled her over.


    "Elizabeth, look at this design Tasha drafted. I think she should join the children''s clothing design


    competition. I''m sure she''ll get good results. What do you think?"