However, everything was just a facade. Beneath it all, Hope harbored a deep jealousy, though she hadn't yet found the right moment to act.

Meanwhile, over on Quincy's side, Lydia was spiraling. She felt completely drained, emotionally and physically. Curled up under the blankets, tears streamed down her face, soaking into the fabric. Quincy noticed every tear, and each one broke his heart a little more. Quincy wasn't doing well either. For days, he had been consumed by guilt and helplessness, unsure of what to do. Just as he was lost in thought, someone approached him. Quincy looked up, surprised to see it was Nash.

Nash nodded, glancing toward Lydia's hospital room. He had already heard about everything that had happened.

"How's Lydia?" Nash asked.

Quincy's expression turned bitter. He tried to force a smile, but it was clear he didn't have the strength for it anymore. "Not good. She doesn't even want to see me. She kicked me out."

"Lydia's definitely been set up. When I find out who did this..." Quincy's fists clenched, his unfinished sentence trailing off, but the cold fury in his eyes said it all. He was seething. Whoever had harmed Lydia and taken their child had crossed a line.

to talk to you about that." Nash paused, his gaze sharp. "Have you considered that it might be

at him,

for questioning. Through her, Quincy learned that his mother had visited

"Yes, sir. Your mother often comes to visit Mrs. Lydia.

"A thermos?"

had some special herbal tea, something really good for

Lucy, noticing the deepening coldness in

Perez found out about Lydia's miscarriage. At first, she felt a surge

For a few days, she was on edge, constantly looking

mother. What can Quincy do? Would

initial fear faded, a new sense of relief washed over her. "Now that the problem's been dealt with, Quincy

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