On the other end of the phone, Mrs. Perez continued her tirade.

Lydia, who had been leaning into his embrace, suddenly went limp, sliding toward the floor in defeat.

Quincy could no longer listen. "That's enough, Mom. I'm hanging up now."

Without waiting for her reply, he quickly ended the call and pulled Lydia back to her feet.

"Lydia, don't listen to her. She doesn't know the full story, and she certainly doesn't know you."

"But she's your mother, Quincy," Lydia whispered, her eyes filled with uncertainty. "Can you really go against her?"

Quincy was silent for a moment, his eyes steady as they met hers. Then, his voice came, low but firm. "I can." Lydia froze. It was an answer she hadn't expected.

arms, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Don't worry. I won't let anyone get

tenderness, warm enough to melt away the anxiety that had been gnawing at her. For a moment, all the fear and

to handle everything, not when she knew how strong and capable she was herself. So, while Quincy was busy

once she got his

the door, her face immediately turned cold upon seeing Lydia. Without a word, she moved to close

don't shut the door!" Lydia

sharp metal frame of the old iron door clamped down on her hand, sending a jolt of pain through her body. Tears

Perez barely reacted. She looked at Lydia's pained expression with only the slightest flicker

to mix. We have iron doors here, but I bet your family's never seen one of these in their fancy life, huh? Maybe

cared for her. That gave her the strength to endure. With her hand still on the door, she

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