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.

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

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

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

made up an excuse about wanting to stay home for the day, and once she got his approval, Lydia slipped out and headed straight

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

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

was quick, and Lydia, 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 of pain through her body. Tears welled

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

bet your family's never seen one of these in their fancy life, huh? Maybe you should think

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

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