CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 1256

Chapter 1256

Under Lydia's insistence, Mrs. Lucy reluctantly handed her the phone, which was still charging. As soon as Lydia unlocked it, she saw a string of missed calls, including one just five minutes ago. The familiar number on the screen made her hesitate. She wanted to hear Quincy's voice more than anything, to feel his concern, but every time her fingers hovered over the screen, memories of his mother's harsh words flooded her mind. Just as she was wavering, the phone buzzed again, startling her so much that she almost dropped it.

"Mrs. Lucy, could you answer that for me?" Lydia asked, her fleeting courage draining away. "I'm not ready to talk to anyone right now."

Though puzzled, Mrs. Lucy agreed and picked up the call. To her surprise, the voice on the other end belonged to a man, and he sounded exhausted.

"Lydia, you finally answered," Quincy's relief was palpable, almost bursting through the phone. "Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you and couldn't find you. I'm sorry for what my mom said. Please, come back." Mrs. Lucy, caught off guard, awkwardly interrupted, "Sir... I'm not Lydia."

There was a long, stunned pause on the other end before Quincy's voice, now more uncertain, came back. "Then who are you?"

again. She... she just needs some time alone." Lydia gestured anxiously from the side as Mrs. Lucy struggled to relay her message to Quincy. When she

came through again, sounding utterly

to console her. She was of a different generation, unfamiliar with the intricacies of young love. "Mrs. Lucy,

Mrs. Lucy quickly excused

slightly as Eugene sat down beside her. Lydia shifted subtly, widening the space between them. Eugene noticed but said nothing, though his dark eyes seemed to cloud over as he watched

Lydia replied, her voice hoarse

out an old, rusted tin box from a drawer don't understand what makes Quincy so special that he's worth giving up everything-your life as the Fay family's daughter, your friendship and even

when she saw the familiar box. Her eyes locked onto it, and Eugene noticed the shift

advantage of the moment,

the box, revealing

collection of small trinkets, each worn with

that had clearly been carefully preserved despite