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Quincy had no desire to drink the tea. He wanted to take what he came for and leave. However, the firm look in his mother's eyes, mixed with a silent plea, held him back.

He still needed to bring the herbal tea ingredients back to Lydia and explain everything. She deserved to know the truth about their lost child. And then there was his mother. Regardless of her actions, she had raised him for over twenty years. His throat tightened as he picked up the cup and downed the tea in one gulp. "Let this cup of tea be the end of it," he thought.

Once finished, he grabbed the jar of herbs and headed for the door.

"Quincy, where are you going?" Tiffany's voice trembled as she stood, but before she could finish her sentence, she staggered, her cheeks flushing deeply.

At the same time, Quincy, who had made it to the entryway, clutched his head and collapsed onto the couch. His legs knocked into the coffee table with a loud scrape.

His lower abdomen felt like it was on fire, an unbearable heat coursing through his body. Sweat began dripping from his face as a desperate thirst built within him. His throat was dry, and an unfamiliar, powerful desire overtook him. Tiffany, on the other hand, was faring even worse. While Quincy fought to maintain control, she was already burning up, starting to tug at her clothes.

Quincy couldn't bear to look at her, keeping his distance as far as possible. A horrifying realization crept over him.

you drug the tea?" he demanded, staring in disbelief at his

that his own mother had done this

Quincy's reaction that the drug was working, and she rushed to

to hear her, given

Perez was already urging him, "Hurry up

bedrooms on the second floor, two of them on opposite sides of the hallway, far enough apart that any noise wouldn't

our own son? How could you even think of doing something

was all this concern before?" Mrs. Perez shot back with a bitter laugh. "Don't forget, this is your son too. Do you really want to watch

Perez

locked eyes with his mother. He could taste blood as he bit down on his tongue in a desperate attempt to keep control, but it wasn't enough. The drug was too strong, and the effort only provided slight relief. It was clear Mrs.