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.

end, Lydia looked at Quincy with concern and asked softly, "Will your dad be okay? He

years. I understand him better

hallway for what felt like hours until, finally, the operating room

approached the doctor. "How's my

mother pulled through, but she's now paralyzed from the waist down. I

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

it through. If she cooperates with her treatment, it could improve her quality of But if she resists, today's surgery won't mean

Quincy picked

intending to repeat them to his mother word-for-word when