Lydiafroze on the spot, the voices around her cutting through like ice, each word colder than the last.

Her fingers stiffened, and it felt as though her limbs had lost all sensation. All that remained was her body, like an empty shell, standing there like a lifeless puppet. So, this was the secret Quincy had been hiding from her?

It took her a long moment to shake herself free from the shock, but eventually, she made her way upstairs.

Meanwhile, Quincy was already sitting in the living room, his expression even colder than when he first walked in. His eyes seemed to have frozen over, devoid of any warmth.

Across from him, Tiffany sat looking crushed, her disappointment almost palpable. She turned to Mrs. Perez with a confused and hurt expression. "Mrs. Perez..."

She didn't understand. By any measure, she was an ideal match. Even coming here was an act of defiance against her mother, who had disapproved of Quincy the moment she learned he had been married before. But Tiffany couldn't forget her first impression of Quincy and had snuck out to meet him again.

this way? What did his ex-wife have that she

at least be polite," Quincy's

He had come because his mother promised to hand over something important. She had tricked him

on handing it over, then I'll just consider this a wasted trip," he said, making a move to leave. Seeing him about to walk out, Mrs. Perez panicked. She had worked hard to trick him into coming and

didn't say a single word to the woman beside him. Tiffany's

Tiffany," Quincy interrupted sharply, his voice cutting like glass. "I don't think anyone

paled. "So, you're

he said bluntly. "It's my mother who wants to

love my

slicing through Tiffany's budding feelings. The spark of hope she had

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