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.

worry. I won't let anyone get in the way of

deep eyes filled with tenderness, warm enough to melt away the anxiety that had been gnawing at her.

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

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

cold upon seeing Lydia. Without a word, she moved to close

shut the

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

pained expression with only the slightest

when people from different 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? Maybe you should think twice before forcing your way into places where

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

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