CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

"Miss Lydia, are you alright? Maybe you should go to the hospital or call Mr. Quincy."

"The stuff online isn't always true, don't worry too much about it."

"Yeah, don't let it get to you."

The people who were gossiping just moments ago suddenly acted concerned, crowding around Lydia with worried faces. But their concern didn't warm her, it left her feeling cold.

Ignoring their offers to help, Lydia grabbed one of the employees from the planning department and asked, "Where is Quincy?"

The planning department was right next to Quincy's office. The employee informed her that Quincy was inside his office, but the door was locked.

even Quincy's assistant was standing outside, unable to enter. "Miss Lydia, you're here! We can't get in. Quincy saw something on his phone earlier and then locked us all out," the assistant explained, frustration

his head in annoyance. "I hope he opens the door soon. There's an important meeting in

it face-to-face! It's not what you think!"

Lydia, you should stop. Look at your hand, it's all red. Quincy would

listen, continuing to knock

gentle, "Why do you always hurt yourself like this? If I didn't open the door, you didn't need to keep knocking." "That's not an

box of ointment, and carefully applied it to her hand. Throughout the entire time, he didn't say much, only asking if it hurt. He showed

up. The water uncoiling yet, but the uncertainty was unbearable. She was caught in a painful limbo, waiting for the inevitable, unsure if

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