CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Lydia's face turned pale as all the blood seemed to drain from her body. Her hands trembled slightly, and she could feel every muscle in her chest tightening painfully. Quincy clenched his fists, barely containing his frustration.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"You're being too harsh. This isn't Lydia's fault, and you owe her an apology," Quincy demanded, his voice firm.

Mrs. Perez scoffed. "Fine, I'll apologize," she said, though her tone was anything but sincere. "Miss Lydia, I hope you can understand. While we may not be some grand, wealthy family, both Quincy's father and I have spent our lives in education. We come from a respectable background, and quite frankly, our family can't accept someone like you."

She didn't mince words, and the effect was immediate.

Lydia felt like she had been stripped bare and tossed out into the street, vulnerable and humiliated. A fire of shame burned in her chest, making it hard to breathe. Every part of her body screamed for her to leave this place, to escape the suffocating tension. The chair scraped against the floor as Lydia rose to her feet, her movements mechanical. "I've overstayed my welcome. I'll be leaving now."

Without looking back, Lydia turned and rushed for the door.

Quincy moved to follow her, but Mrs. Perez stopped him cold. "If you walk out that door, don't expect to come back. Quincy, I'm telling you now, unless I'm dead, I will never approve of this marriage. A woman like that, who's still involved with other men even after marrying you, how can you expect me to accept her?"

Quincy hesitated for just a second. When he finally raced downstairs, Lydia was already gone. He tried calling her, but every attempt rang unanswered, the silence deepening his growing panic.

Desperate, Quincy dialed Nash's number. When Nash picked up, he could hear the panic in Quincy's voice immediately. "Mr. York, please, I need your help. Lydia ran off after we visited my parents. I can't find her, and it's pouring rain out here. I'm really worried about her."

Hearing the desperation, Nash didn't hesitate. "I'll get people on it," he promised.

Despite Quincy and Nash's efforts, Lydia remained out of reach. As the hours dragged on, Quincy slumped in a chair, looking utterly defeated "It's all my fault. If only I'd... If I hadn't taken her there, she wouldn't have run-off like this."

Nash had already heard the whole story, and even he couldn't help but feel for the couple. "Lydia's strong Maybe she just needs some time to clear her head," he offered, trying to ease

omency's guilt. "She'l

back once she's had a chance to think things through."

But Quincy didn't respond. He just sat there, staring blankly ahead, lost in his own despair.

Meanwhile, Lydia, who had been their frantic focus, was sitting quietly in the back seat of a car, ten minutes ahead of them. The car was a sleek luxury car, Eugene's personabride.

She was drenched, her clothes clinging uncomfortably to her skin, cold seeping into her bones. Yet she hardly noticed.

Her gaze was vacant, fixed on the raindrops sliding down the window, her mind seemingly elsewhere.

Eugene handed her a dry towel. "You should dry off. Getting sick wouldn't be good for you."

Lydia didn't move.

He didn't pull the towel away, though. Instead, his voice softened. "If not for yourself, at least think of the baby. You can't afford to get sick."

It was as if his words struck a nerve. Slowly, Lydia took the towel from his hand and mechanically wiped her arms before discarding it beside her, paying no further attention to it.

Eugene glanced at the towel she had tossed aside, his expression unreadable behind his glasses. His eyes darkened, but he said nothing further.