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.

Lydia looked at Quincy with concern and asked softly, "Will your dad be

dad. I've known him over twenty years. I understand him better than anyone." Quincy shook his head, brushing off

didn't press further, and they waited in the hallway for what felt like hours until, finally, the operating room doors

doctor. "How's my

I can't say when, or if, she'll improve. It depends on

cases, but none quite like hers. She had been admitted but stubbornly refused treatment until her condition was critical, and now it was too late

chose his words carefully. "Your mother barely made it through. If she cooperates with her treatment, it could improve her

you, Doctor." Quincy picked up

the doctor's words firmly in mind, intending to repeat them