chapter1281

Work had always been Lydia's everything. She threw herself into it, morning to night, until there was nothing left to give. Sure, she liked good food as much as anyone, but she could eat plain pickles every day and not even complain.

Connor reached over, took a tissue, and gently wiped the corner of her mouth. "Once we wrap things up here, let's go straight to Mount Gemspire," he said softly.

He always saw Lydia as an eagle, meant to soar higher than anyone else. But now, with her eyesight gone, it was like her wings had been broken. She acted calm, even more collected than the rest of them, but Connor knew the truth. Deep down, this was devastating for her. Watching her pretend like nothing was wrong made his heart ache.

Lydia just nodded. "Okay." She didn't really expect much from this trip to Mount Gemspire. The last time she'd been there, she hadn't found even another Vision Rejuvenation Grass. Maybe this was just her way of finally letting go.

Meanwhile, at the Reynolds' place, the dinner table was set and the family gathered around. Peyton glanced at her parents and tried to sound casual. Hey, Dad, Mom, is my sister super busy right now? She hasn't been home at all this month."

Just mentioning their oldest daughter made Adrian and Ivonne light up with pride.

Ivonne smiled. Your sister's got a mountain of work every day. Of course she's busy."

Adrian nodded. You're still young. Once you graduate and start working, you'll be just like her. Every day, spinning around, barely stopping for breath."

Peyton grinned. "Well, your thirtieth wedding anniversary is coming up. Do you think she'll make it home for that?"

Ivonne hesitated for a second. "I'm not sure. She's so busy lately. If she can't make it, that's fine. It can just be the three of us, and we'll invite your grandparents over for a nice dinner. That's enough for me."

Peyton rolled her eyes. She'd known

her mom would say that. "Mom, come on, it's your thirtieth anniversary with. Dad. Look at everyone else your arcle. Whic else has a marriage like yours?"

Ivonne looked pleased at that. She gave a soft laugh. "That's all thanks to your father. He's always been patient with me, never interested in anyone else."

Most men who'd reached Adrian's position had a line of mistresses trailing behind them. It was almost expected. But Adrian wasn't like that. He was loyal, responsible, and Ivonne felt lucky every single day that she'd found him.

Peyton blinked at her, still all smiles. "That's because you're gorgeous, Mom, and smart too. Dad just knew a good thing when he saw it."

Adrian laughed so hard he nearly choked. "Come on. Did you eat a pound of sugar today? You're being extra sweet."

Peyton giggled. "I just think thirty years together is a big deal. You've been through so much together. Shouldn't we celebrate properly?"

Ivonne gave her a knowing look. What are you scheming this time, you little devil?"

Peyton flashed her a mischievous grin. I just think, for such a special day, we should have a real celebration. Invite friends and family, make it a big party."

Ivonne shook her head. "A party? For what? It's not like we're getting married again. Your dad and I are old news."

Peyton groaned. "Come on, Mom. You and Dad should set an example for everyone else. Marriages like yours are rare Let's really celebrate, Pas, want to invite my friends over, and this is the perfect excuse, don't you think?"