CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Quincy turned back to Lydia, his expression softening. "I have something to take care of tonight. If you need anything, just call me, alright? I'll be back as soon as I can." Lydia's lips moved, as if she wanted to ask where he was going, but in the end, she didn't say a word.

Quincy left the hospital and headed straight to a four-star hotel. Mrs. Perez had reserved a private dining room there earlier, and Quincy was the last to arrive.

As he stood outside the door, he could hear the laughter and lively conversation from within. He clenched his fists, his eyes darkening as he recalled what Nash had told him the other day.

"Your housekeeper, Mrs. Lucy, took leave recently, right?" Nash had asked. "Before she left, I had a word with her. If you spoke to her too, you should know who was around the day Lydia fell ill."

That conversation had sent a chill down Quincy's spine, sparking a suspicion he didn't want to believe. Deep down, he had probably suspected this person all along, but he had refused to entertain the thought.

But now, here he was, standing in front of the door, forced to confront the truth.

With a loud thud, Quincy pushed the door open.

chatter inside came to an abrupt halt, and all eyes turned to him. There was his mother, and sitting beside her was the woman she had been praising endlessly, Tiffany. Next to Tiffany was an older woman, who seemed to be

drink Mrs. Lydia had, I heard it was some

gaze fixed on Tiffany and her mother,

instinctively leaned closer to her mother, clearly uneasy

unsure. "Is

exclaimed, quickly masking her tension with a bright smile. "Comez over and meet Aunt Clara. We've

Tiffany, smiling even wider. "And this is Tiffany,

she's top of her class in the arts. She's been

clearly embarrassed. "Mrs. Perez, you're too kind. It's really not that big of a deal," she said modestly, though her gaze kept flicking over to

door earlier, his cold expression and fierce demeanor had frightened her. He