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.

way? What

all this way, you could at least be polite," Quincy's

promised to hand over something important. She had tricked him into showing up. He had no reason to be anything but

He stood up abruptly, his sharply defined face cold as ice. "If you're not planning 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 couldn't let it all fall apart now.

a single word to the woman beside him. Tiffany's heart raced, torn between infatuation and disappointment. "Mr. Quincy, I've been meaning to

anyone should entertain the

paled. "So, you're

mother who wants to

as he continued, "But I need you to know that I love my

spark of hope she had

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