She picked up the phone and asked for the time she had to be there.

Lydia went back home and changed into a new set of clothes that covered her entire body.

She had a good figure, fair skin, and good facial features. However, the last time she wore a short skirt, the Dunbar Family scolded her for being indecent, saying that she must be selling her body, and even asked how much it cost for a night, she was so angry that she almost lost control of her fists.

At 6 o'clock in the evening, Lydia came to the Dunbar Residence. When Jude opened the door and saw that it was her, she raised her face high and said, "You're quite punctual. Are you afraid that you won't be able to get free dinner?"

Lydia held back her anger and sneered, "Is your leg getting better?"

As she said that, she reached out her hands to Jude's legs and clenched them. The pain gradually spread out, and Jude immediately recalled the moment when Lydia injured her leg. Her expression immediately changed for the worse, and she obediently shut her mouth and stopped talking.

Lydia walked into the courtyard. Before she stepped into the hall, Julie hurriedly walked over and pulled Lydia to the side hall. She opened her mouth and scolded, "How do you not know the rules? That's the main hall. Is that a place where you can enter as and when you want?"

Lydia did not care about the main hall or the side hall. She did not want to enter this place at all. If it was not for the serial phone calls, she would not have bothered with them. She said impatiently, "What is it that you want? Tell me quickly."

Julie's face was full of anger. "What happened to you during the day? How dare you hang up on me?"

"I didn't hear you then. What is it? Tell me quickly."

"What kind of attitude is this? Who talks to their elders like this?"

Lydia was impatient and was turning to leave. Seeing this, Julie had no choice but to put away her anger temporarily.

She pulled Lydia aside and pointed at some pastries on the table beside her. "What is wrong with you, child? You get angry after just a little scolding. You haven't had dinner yet, right? Eat first and talk while you eat."

"Shoot."

Julie's anger rose again, but there seemed to be a force suppressing it. Her anger quickly subsided, and her tone became gentle. "It's like this. You're not young anymore. We've found a rich second-generation man for you. He's very satisfied after seeing your photo and wants to meet you. His family is very rich. The huge department store across your old school belongs to his family."

Lydia's heart suddenly froze. She finally knew why they had called her back in such a hurry. At that moment, her heart turned cold. "Finding me a partner? Who are you to find me a partner?"

Julie was stunned by this question, but she immediately said angrily, "You know who I am. Can't I make decisions about your life for you?"

"It's my grandmother who will make the decisions."

"With your grandmother's poor appearance, what kind of decent person can she find for you? Listen to me, I guarantee that you won't have to worry about food and drink for the rest of your life." Julie took out the other party's information. "Take a look, to be able to match with such a rich person given your identity, it's a blessing."

Lydia glanced at it and her breathing suddenly paused.

This rich second generation was already 61 years old. His face was full of wrinkles, and his smile was extremely wretched.

Lydia immediately looked up his information on the internet. Oh, he had already married several people before. Every one of them fair-skinned, beautiful, and had long legs. However, they all appeared extremely exhausted during the divorce, and there were even some who had mental problems from it.

Most importantly, these people would rather separate from him empty-handed than get a divorce splitting his assets. They had completely forgotten that they had married him for money.

This is the man her biological mother had found for her, what a great mother!