CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

On the other end of the phone, Mrs. Perez continued her tirade.

Lydia, who had been leaning into his embrace, suddenly went limp, sliding toward the floor in defeat.

Quincy could no longer listen. "That's enough, Mom. I'm hanging up now."

Without waiting for her reply, he quickly ended the call and pulled Lydia back to her feet.

"Lydia, don't listen to her. She doesn't know the full story, and she certainly doesn't know you."

"But she's your mother, Quincy," Lydia whispered, her eyes filled with uncertainty. "Can you really go against her?"

Quincy was silent for a moment, his eyes steady as they met hers. Then, his voice came, low but firm. "I can." Lydia froze. It was an answer she hadn't expected.

Quincy drew her back into his arms, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Don't worry. I won't let anyone get in the way of us. Right now, the most important thing to me is you and our baby."

His gaze softened as it drifted to her still-flat belly, his deep eyes filled with tenderness, warm enough to melt away the anxiety that had been gnawing at her. For a moment, all the fear and doubt faded.

But Lydia wasn't one to let things slide so easily. She couldn't just rely on Quincy to handle everything, not when she knew how strong and capable she was herself. So, while Quincy was busy with work, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

She made up an excuse about wanting to stay home for the day, and once she got his approval, Lydia slipped out and headed straight to Quincy's parents' house.

When Mrs. Perez opened the door, her face immediately turned cold upon seeing Lydia. Without a word, she moved to close the door in her face.

"Wait, Mrs. Perez, please don't shut the door!" Lydia blurted out, panicking.

But Mrs. Perez was quick, and Lydia, in her haste, stuck her hand out to stop the door. The sharp metal frame of the old iron door clamped down on her hand, sending a jolt of pain through her body. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Mrs. Perez barely reacted. She looked at Lydia's pained expression with only the slightest flicker of sympathy "See? This is what

happens when people from different worlds try to mix. We have iron doors here, but I bet your family's never seen one of these in their fancy life, huh? Maybe you should think twice before forcing your way into places where you don't belong."

Lydia winced from the pain and the cruel words, but she held her ground. She thought of Quincy's kind eyes and how much he cared for her. That gave her the strength to endure. With her hand still on the door, she smiled through the pain. "Well, if it means fitting in, Mrs. Perez, I can have an iron door installed at my house too."

Mrs. Perez was momentarily stunned, clearly not expecting that response.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Lydia softened her tone, hoping to appeal to her. "Please, just let me in. There's something important I need to talk to you about."

Mrs. Perez eyed her suspiciously but eventually stepped aside to let Lydia in. To her surprise, instead of getting right to the point, Lydia headed. straight for the kitchen and began unpacking a gift box she had

brought with her.

"Hey, what are you doing? We don't want any of that," Mrs. Perez said, trying to stop her.

But Lydia calmly pulled out two bottles of top-tier whiskey and placed them on the table. Then, she retrieved two boxes of high-end tea.

At the sight of the bottles, Mr. Perez's eyes lit up. He picked up one of the bottles, admiring it. "Is this the real deal?"

"I heard you're a fan of good whiskey, so I brought these for you," Lydia said with a gentle smile.