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Quincy had no desire to drink the tea. He wanted to take what he came for and leave. However, the firm look in his mother's eyes, mixed with a silent plea, held him back.

He still needed to bring the herbal tea ingredients back to Lydia and explain everything. She deserved to know the truth about their lost child. And then there was his mother. Regardless of her actions, she had raised him for over twenty years. His throat tightened as he picked up the cup and downed the tea in one gulp. "Let this cup of tea be the end of it," he thought.

Once finished, he grabbed the jar of herbs and headed for the door.

"Quincy, where are you going?" Tiffany's voice trembled as she stood, but before she could finish her sentence, she staggered, her cheeks flushing deeply.

At the same time, Quincy, who had made it to the entryway, clutched his head and collapsed onto the couch. His legs knocked into the coffee table with a loud scrape.

His lower abdomen felt like it was on fire, an unbearable heat coursing through his body. Sweat began dripping from his face as a desperate thirst built within him. His throat was dry, and an unfamiliar, powerful desire overtook him. Tiffany, on the other hand, was faring even worse. While Quincy fought to maintain control, she was already burning up, starting to tug at her clothes.

Quincy couldn't bear to look at her, keeping his distance as far as possible. A horrifying realization crept over him.

"Did you drug the tea?" he demanded, staring in disbelief at his mother, his eyes wide with shock.

He could hardly believe that his own mother had done this to him.

Mrs. Perez avoided his gaze, unable to face him. She knew from Quincy's reaction that the drug was working, and she rushed to fetch Mr. Perez, who had been waiting in the back room.

Mr. Perez took a moment to hear her, given the thick walls.

When he finally emerged, Mrs. Perez was already urging him, "Hurry up and get Quincy and Tiffany upstairs to one of the bedrooms."

There were three bedrooms on the second floor, two of them on opposite sides of the hallway, far enough apart that any noise wouldn't carry downstairs.

Despite this, Mr. Perez hesitated. "You drugged our own son? How could you even think of doing something like this?"

"Now you're having secondText content © NôvelDrama.Org.

thoughts? Where was all this

concern before?" Mrs. Perez shot

back with a bitter laugh. "Don't forget, this is your son too. Do you really want to watch him waste his life in the trap Lydia's set for him?"

In the end, Mr. Perez gave in to her argument.

Quincy, still dazed and struggling to keep his focus, locked eyes with his mother. He could taste blood as he bit down on his tongue in a desperate attempt to keep control, but it wasn't enough. The drug was too strong, and the effort only provided slight relief. It was clear Mrs. Perez had gone to great

lengths to ensure her plan worked.

As they carried him upstairs, Mrs. Perez avoided his gaze, muttering under her breath, "One day, you'll thank me for everything I've done for you."

Once Quincy and Tiffany were tossed onto the bed and the door slammed shut, Quincy lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling. The heat and discomfort were only growing in intensity in the small, stuffy room.

He felt a soft hand slide across his chest, the touch sending waves of temptation through him under the drug's influence. Quincy's eyes flashed cold as he pushed her away and shot up, rushing to the bathroom. The sound of cold water running filled the room as he desperately tried to cool himself down.

But it wasn't enough.

Quincy had stayed in the bathroom for ten minutes, but the cold water had barely dulled the effects of the drug. Frustrated, he ran a hand through his damp hair, dried himself off, and got dressed. When he opened the door, a soft, warm body suddenly lunged toward him.

"Quincy... you want me, don't you?," Tiffany whispered, her voice heavy with desperation. "I know you're struggling too."