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.

woman she had been praising endlessly, Tiffany. Next to

to something Mrs. Lucy had said, "That drink Mrs. Lydia had, I heard it was some kind of special herbal tea that your mother's

her mother, making them both shift uncomfortably

closer to her mother, clearly uneasy

mother, unsure.

you're late!" Mrs. Perez exclaimed, quickly masking her tension with a bright smile. "Comez over and meet Aunt Clara. We've been friends since middle school and we went all

smiling even wider. "And this is

studied music abroad and she's top of her class in the arts. She's been touring with an

the compliments, clearly embarrassed. "Mrs. Perez, you're too kind. It's really not that big of a deal," she said

the door earlier, his cold expression and fierce demeanor had frightened her. He looked more like he was here