CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 1226

Lydia was about to leave when Mr. Fay, who had remained silent until now, spoke up, his tone carrying an undeniable authority. "You're not going anywhere.

"There's a banquet tonight, hosted by the Ford family, to welcome back their son who just returned from studying abroad. He's your childhood friend, Eugene Ford. You're going, and that's final." There was no room for refusal in his voice.

The frustration Lydia had been holding in finally boiled over. "I'm not going."

Mr. Fay's expression darkened immediately. He was a man who rarely spoke, but when he did, he didn't like to be challenged. Lydia's defiance was testing his patience, and the only reason he wasn't already furious was because she was his daughter.

"Lydia, don't talk to your father like that," Mrs. Fay interjected, trying to calm the situation. "The Ford family has been close to us for generations, and Eugene is your childhood friend. It's only proper for you to show up and give them some respect." Lydia let out a cold laugh. "I know exactly what you're trying to do. You want to set me up with him, right?"

Mrs. Fay didn't deny it, but she pressed on. "It's not unreasonable. Eugene has always been fond of you, and-"

"I'm not going. There's no chance of that happening," Lydia cut her off, her voice firm.

Mr. Fay stood up abruptly, his face now mirroring the same cold smile. "Then don't expect to leave this house."

banquet. They even confiscated her phone, leaving her no way to contact Quincy. She was filled

dress and headed to the Ford family's event, accompanied by Mrs. Fay, who had come along

of the car, Lydia's face was etched with displeasure. She barely acknowledged anyone

"Fix your expression. Mrs. Ford is coming

walking toward them. Dressed in a tailored women's suit, her short hair giving off

more

business

executive.

Nancy Ford had spotted them too and smiled warmly as

many years, but

hello to your Aunt Nancy," Mrs.

hadn't seen in years. "Oh, Eugene is here! Come over and see your Lydia," Mrs. Ford called out to her son, who was

first instinct

her arm in a tight grip, preventing any chance of

the guest of honor,