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.

on her forehead. "Don't worry. I won't let anyone get in the way of us. Right now, the most important thing to me is you

softened as it drifted to her still-flat belly, his deep eyes filled with tenderness, warm enough to melt away the anxiety that had been gnawing at her. For a moment, all the fear and doubt

She couldn't just rely on Quincy to handle everything, not when she knew how strong and capable she was herself. So, while Quincy was busy

excuse about wanting to stay home for the day, and once she got his

door, her face immediately turned cold upon seeing

Perez, please don't shut the door!" Lydia blurted

in her haste, stuck her hand out to stop the door. The sharp metal frame of the old iron door clamped down on her hand, sending a jolt

barely reacted. She looked at Lydia's pained expression with only the slightest flicker of sympathy "See? This

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

strength to endure. With her hand still on the door, she smiled through the pain. "Well,

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