CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Mr. Fay maintained outward respect for Quincy in front of the business partner, formally introducing him, though he didn't mention that Quincy was his future son-in-law.

"So, this is one of Mr. Fay's younger associates, huh? He certainly looks capable!" the business partner praised.

""You're too kind," Quincy replied modestly.

Despite the polite introduction, both Quincy and the business partner sensed the subtle distance in Mr. Fay's tone when referring to him. This led the business partner to form a somewhat mixed impression of Quincy.

Still, Quincy remained calm and composed. After a brief round of small talk, they sat down for dinner. The meal, served in a luxurious five-star hotel, was abundant. However, Quincy's mind was elsewhere, focused on Lydia.

He knew she had been struggling with morning sickness lately, and he was usually the one making sure she ate properly. He couldn't help but wonder how she was managing on her own.

Quincy discreetly pulled out his phone under the table and sent Lydia a quick message. She responded almost immediately, and they began exchanging casual messages throughout the dinner.

realizing it, his lips curling up naturally as he texted her. Mr. Fay noticed the interaction and the affectionate way Quincy had saved his daughter's contact. With a soft scoff, he thought to himself, "At least he treats my

all that seriously yet. He had never seen Quincy in action at work. However, when the business partner started asking more pointed questions about the project, Mr. Fay's opinion of Quincy began to shift. The partner posed a tricky question. "I hear your company is fairly new, relying on support

it openly.

stems from that

smiled, putting his phone away. "I'd be happy to discuss that in detail. Would you mind giving me fifteen minutes?" He then pulled out a thoroughly prepared

aspect of the project. Even Mr. Fay, who had initially been uninterested, found himself listening attentively. "Mr. Fay, you've really brought me a top-notch

of his thoughts and, upon glancing at Quincy again, felt a more complex mixture

they walked back to their hotel rooms, Mr. Fay stopped Quincy. Though his tone remained cool, there

do. I'm not sure why someone with your skills was

you want to meet my standards, you're still

a trace of resentment. "And I've already promised I'll work hard to meet