CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

"Dad, don't get too worked up," Quincy said, noticing his father's face turning red with anger. "People your age can easily stress themselves sick. Look at Mom. She's in the hospital for that very reason." If she hadn't been so consumed with pointless meddling, she wouldn't be on an operating table today.

Mr. Perez nearly choked in frustration. "Is that how you talk to your father? Forget it. Let me speak to Lydia."

"She's busy. Whatever you need to say, just say it to me. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up," Quincy replied, blocking the attempt.

He wasn't foolish. He could tell his father wanted to pressure Lydia directly. But there was no way he would let her face any of that alone.

"This was all my decision. There's no one else for you to blame."

"Fine. You're acting like you've grown wings and flown beyond my reach." Mr. Perez hung up, barely restraining himself from a full-blown rant. That son of his would be the death of him.

and asked softly,

I understand him better than anyone." Quincy

press further, and they waited in the hallway for what felt like hours

approached the doctor. "How's my

she's now paralyzed from the waist down. I can't say when, or

of practice, he had seen many difficult cases, but none quite like hers. She had been admitted but stubbornly refused treatment until her

barely made it through. If she cooperates with her treatment, it could improve her quality

understand. Thank you, Doctor." Quincy picked up on the doctor's genuine

in mind, intending to repeat them to his mother word-for-word when they got