Chapter 958 Visiting Lydia


    "You can leave now. Don''t talk nonsense here." The conversation between the three employees


    was cut short by a curt voice.


    They immediately recognized J''s voice and scrambled to greet her with a bow.


    J walked forward, stopping right in front of them. "If you want toin, feel free to do so at


    somewhere no one can hear you. You didn''t even bother to lower your voice. Have you not


    considered the possibility that Lydia might hear you?"


    The door to the ward was still open. Chances were Lydia heard every word loud and clear.


    None of the employees had realized it until that moment. One of the three spoke up, looking


    contrite. "Forgive us, Mrs. Larson. Our behavior was uneptable. We let our emotions get the


    better of us and spoke without thought. Should we go in and apologize?"


    "It''s fine. Just go back. I''ll go in and talk to her." J had a feeling that things would only get worse


    if these people went back in. Lydia wouldn''t show them mercy.


    Visibly relieved, the three thanked J and hurriedly left.


    Outside the door, J took a moment topose herself. She tried her best to wear a friendly


    smile as she walked inside the ward.


    All her mental preparation seemed to have been in vain. She was still seized with shock the


    moment she saw Lydia.


    The woman looked much more haggard than J remembered from yesterday. Her messy hair


    was sticking to her scalp, and her face was red and swollen, with telltale streaks of tears drying on


    her cheeks. She must have cried her eyes out.


    Even in this state, Lydia didn''t forget to hold her daughter in her arms to feed her. The baby kept


    crying though.


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    Noticing another person''s presence, Lydia turned her head and red at her visitor. The ferocity in


    her gaze turned to hesitation when she saw who it was. Lydia said nothing, the vicious words that


    had been ready to pierce the next person lodging heavily in her throat.


    "May Ie in?" J stood by the door, her feet barely inside the ward. Her eyes took in the


    mess. She didn''t know where to stand.


    Lydia offered no response. She lowered her head, pouring her attention on trying to soothe the


    crying baby in her arms. J took her silence as acquiescence and walked further in, cing the


    fruit basket on the table. She looked around next for a vase to hold the bouquet but her eyes found


    several pieces of broken porcin littering the floor. "Do you need me to clean up?" J stood in


    the middle of the disarray, at a loss for what to do next. The baby''s crying had not ceased for a


    moment. Embarrassment started to creep into J, and she decided to break the ice herself. "I''m


    just here to see you and your baby. You didn''t look well yesterday in the Larson Group. Luckily the


    doctors came in time, and I''m d to see that you and the baby and both safe and sound."


    With these words, J was subtly reminding Lydia of the help from the Larson Group. She was


    hoping that it would change Lydia''s opinion of them. They were far from the cruel people the media


    presented them to be.


    "As you said, my daughter and I are both fine. I already thanked you for letting me stay inside the


    Larson Group''s building yesterday." Even as Lydia was devoid of any expression, she could feel


    J''s respect from her words and demeanor.


    But the thought of her husband''s death brought anger rising to the surface once again. Her voice


    turned cold as she asked, "There''s something I want to know. Last night, a worker from my


    husband''s factory came to see me. He told me that your husband is the cause of my husband''s


    death. The police just killed Jethro from an unconfirmed usation. Is this true?"


    J had thought she was prepared to answer all Lydia''s questions, but she still found herself


    stunned.


    Was it because the outside world was too prejudiced against Brandon, or was it from the influence


    of public opinion? What led Lydia to misconstrue Brandon this much?


    "Brandon didn''t need to go through such danger." J kept her voice soft but there was no hint of


    falseness on her face. She was being sincere. "The truth is... it was Jethro himself—"


    "Shut up!" Lydia''s scream cut in angrily before J could finish. She covered her ears and


    screamed, "I won''t listen to you nder and condemn my husband here!"