Julian noticed her standing there, but didn't think there was anything wrong with what he had said. Instead, he casually asked, "How's Josie doing?"
Lydia forced a strained smile. "She just doesn't want to talk. I doubt she'll be able to attend school for a while. She needs to stay home and recover."
She walked over to Nelson and glanced at the hearing aid clenched in his fist. "Do you want me to contact a friend to see if it can be repaired?"
Nelson frowned. He didn't want anyone else meddling with this specific memory. "No need."
Lydia felt as though she had been slapped yet again. She gritted her teeth, though her face remained a mask of gentle concern. "You should go check on Josie. She didn't sleep at all last night. She's just hugging her knees and refusing to speak to anyone."
Nearly drowning twice was far too much trauma for a four-year-old to process.
Nelson strode briskly toward Josie's room. Behind him, he heard Julian's nosy voice ask, "What are those marks by your collarbone? I don't remember seeing those before."
Was Julian seeing things?
Nelson casually tugged his collar up, his tone flat. "It's nothing."
He headed upstairs, completely indifferent to the fact that his soaking-wet, sculpted frame was drawing admiring stares from everyone he passed.
Once he was out of earshot, someone finally whispered, "I saw it clearly. He had a bite mark on his jaw, and his chest was covered in scratch marks. Tall, gorgeous, and rich—Lydia really has it all."
"That face is absolutely flawless. Aside from his bad temper, the man has zero flaws."
"When I think about how he and Lydia had a child, I get sick with jealousy."
"Hahaha, speaking of which, Lydia is practically the ultimate winner in life. Even if she doesn't marry Nelson, the Harrington family clearly wants her to join their ranks. Didn't the Harrington heir used to have a massive crush on her? I heard he pursued her aggressively, but she turned him down, and it made things incredibly awkward for everyone."
"That guy has a terrible temper too—even worse than Nelson's. Yet both of them are deeply obsessed with Lydia. I swear, she must have saved the galaxy in her past life."
She sighed heavily. "I have no idea what type of woman Elias even likes. I sent him all those photos, and he hasn't replied to a single one. He probably didn't like any of them."
Captain Elias Harrington was Margot's only biological grandson, the sole heir to the eldest branch of the family.
The elderly matriarch leaned back in her chair. "I put my pride on the line to throw this massive birthday gala, and he couldn't even be bothered to show up. He knows I'm trying to set him up, so he's deliberately avoiding me. He's twenty-eight years old, still running around overseas fighting in wars. What kind of life is that? Sometimes I wonder if the Harrington family is cursed. Why else would our bloodline be so thin?"
She let out another heavy sigh. "I've heard the rumors. People say Elias confessed his feelings to Lydia and was rejected, and that he's still nursing a broken heart. Plus, with Lydia's child being so grown up now, and her relationship with Nelson looking so stable, he probably can't bear to see it. But there is only one Lydia in this world. What am I supposed to do?"
Mrs. Hennessey gently massaged her shoulders, offering quiet comfort. "Madam, children have their own destinies. Perhaps Master Elias will travel the world and eventually bring a lovely girl home all on his own."
Margot gazed out the window, her heart heavy with worry. "I can only hope. I'm just terrified he hasn't given up on Lydia and will cause trouble out there. The Harrington family's status is untouchable, but without an heir, all of this wealth will just end up in someone else's hands decades from now."
A dwindling bloodline was the ultimate nightmare for any powerful dynasty, and she was growing increasingly desperate.

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