CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Quincy coldly pushed her away, and Tiffany fell back onto the bed with a muffled groan. If he hadn't held back a bit, she might have ended up on the floor instead of the bed. "I told you already, I'm not interested in any other woman," Quincy said, his voice icy as he left the words hanging in the air.

He walked toward the door and gripped the handle. His brows furrowed as he turned it, again and again, but the door wouldn't budge. It seemed to be locked from the outside. Behind him, he heard soft sobs. He turned back and, seeing that Tiffany might also be a victim in all of this, his expression softened slightly. "You can take a cold shower if it helps." Tiffany looked up with teary, red eyes. "I don't have any clothes to change into."

Quincy paused, sighed internally, and said, "...Then never mind."

There wasn't anything he could offer her to wear, and giving her his own clothes would be inappropriate.

Meanwhile, Lydia was outside the building, having climbed several flights of stairs to reach Quincy's apartment. Her hand hovered over the doorbell, hesitating for what felt like an eternity before she finally pressed it.

Moments later, Mrs. Perez answered the door. Like the last time, the moment she saw Lydia, her first reaction was to close the door.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

But this time, something flickered in her eyes, and she stopped. A strange smile curled on her lips, and she opened the door wider.

"You've come at just the right time, Miss Lydia. Come on in."

Lydia found Mrs. Perez's sudden change of attitude odd. She had clearly been ready to shut her out again just moments before. What could have caused her to change her mind so suddenly?

Was it related to what the old women outside had been gossiping about? Was Quincy inside with another woman?

Crossing the threshold, Lydia

prepared herself for the worst. She braced for the possibility of walking in on Quincy and another woman, wrapped up in an intimate moment.

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But as she stepped inside, she found the living room surprisingly empty. Only Mr. Perez was sitting there.

Had she been wrong? Was Quincy not here after all? Her heart, wound tight with anxiety, started to relax.

Just then, Mrs. Perez's voice cut through her thoughts like a knife. "Looking for Quincy? Too bad! He's upstairs with Miss Tiffany right now.

"If you don't mind waiting, you can sit here. Though who knows how long that will take," Mrs. Perez added with a casual, almost cruel tone. Lydia froze. Her mind reeled, a mix of disbelief and pain flooding her.

Mrs. Perez's words had left little to the imagination. A man and a woman alone upstairs for who knows how long. What else could she be implying? "Mrs. Perez, I'm not sure I understand what you mean," Lydia managed, forcing a smile despite the turmoil inside.

"You're a smart woman, Lydia. You

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know exactly what I mean," Mrs. Perez said, her tone sharp. "I've never thought you were right for Quincy and now that the baby gone, he has better options. Isn't it better this way?"

Lydia's heart raced. Without a second thought, she bolted for the stairs, rushing up to the second floor.

Mr. Perez didn't stop her, too guilt-ridden to intervene. Mrs. Perez didn't stop her either. She saw no point.

In fact, she believed this was exactly

what needed to happen. Lydia

needed to see for herself, to witness the scene that would shatter any remaining hope.

The smirk on Mrs. Perez's face grew as Lydia disappeared up the stairs.

Racing down the hallway, Lydia's breath caught as she reached the tightly shut bedroom door. The key was still in the lock.