CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

However, everything was just a facade. Beneath it all, Hope harbored a deep jealousy, though she hadn't yet found the right moment to act.

Meanwhile, over on Quincy's side, Lydia was spiraling. She felt completely drained, emotionally and physically. Curled up under the blankets, tears streamed down her face, soaking into the fabric. Quincy noticed every tear, and each one broke his heart a little more. Quincy wasn't doing well either. For days, he had been consumed by guilt and helplessness, unsure of what to do. Just as he was lost in thought, someone approached him. Quincy looked up, surprised to see it was Nash.

Nash nodded, glancing toward Lydia's hospital room. He had already heard about everything that had happened.

"How's Lydia?" Nash asked.

Quincy's expression turned bitter. He tried to force a smile, but it was clear he didn't have the strength for it anymore. "Not good. She doesn't even want to see me. She kicked me out."

"Lydia's definitely been set up. When I find out who did this..." Quincy's fists clenched, his unfinished sentence trailing off, but the cold fury in his eyes said it all. He was seething. Whoever had harmed Lydia and taken their child had crossed a line.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"I came to talk to you about that." Nash paused, his gaze sharp. "Have you considered that it might be someone close to you?"

Quincy looked at him, stunned.

Soon, Mrs. Lucy was called in for questioning. Through her, Quincy learned that his mother had visited Lydia that day, which seemed normal based on Mrs. Lucy's account. "Normal?" Quincy asked.

Mrs. Lucy nodded. "Yes, sir. Your mother often comes to visit Mrs. Lydia. You know that. Oh, and that day, she brought a thermos for her."

"A thermos?"

"Yes, she said it had some special herbal tea, something really good for her health."

Quincy remained silent for a long time after hearing this. Mrs. Lucy, noticing the deepening coldness in his eyes, was startled. She had never seen him like this before.

Two days later, Mrs. Perez found out about Lydia's miscarriage. At first, she felt a surge of fear, worried that her involvement would be

discovered. For a few days, she was on edge, constantly looking over her shoulder.

But then she reassured herself, "I'm his mother. What can Quincy do? Would he really turn his back on me for a woman?"

As her initial fear faded, a new sense

of relief washed over her. "Now that the problem's been dealt with,

Quincy can finally move on," she

muttered to herself. "He deserves

someone better."

She even started planning. "I'll call Tiffany right now. We'll have Quincy over for dinner tonight. They're a perfect match!" She was almost giddy with excitement.

Mr. Perez, however, was hesitant. "Aren't you moving a bit too fast? The baby... well, it was still his child."

Though he wasn't particularly fond of Lydia, the loss of their grandchild weighed on him.

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Perez shot back. "You think I didn't care about the baby? I was over there all the time, wasn't I? But now that the baby's gone, it just wasn't meant to be." Even as she said it, Mrs. Perez's hands trembled slightly. She couldn't meet her husband's eyes, the guilt starting to gnaw at her.

Not even Mr. Perez knew the truth.

That day, she hadn't brought some harmless herbal tea to Lydia. What she had really brought was a tea with ingredients that, while fine for most people, were dangerous for pregnant women. It was carefully planned so that it was just enough to cause a problem without raising suspicion.