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.

I won't let anyone

with tenderness, warm enough to melt away the

on Quincy to handle everything, not when she knew how strong and capable she was herself. So, while Quincy was busy with work, she decided to take matters into

and once she got his approval, Lydia slipped out and headed straight to

face immediately turned cold upon seeing Lydia. Without a

shut the door!"

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

pained expression with

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

from the pain and the cruel words, but she held her ground. She thought of Quincy's kind eyes and how much he cared for her. That gave her the strength to endure. With her hand still on the door, she smiled through the pain. "Well, if it means fitting in, Mrs. Perez, I can have an iron door installed at my

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