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?"

talk to anyone, especially not you. She asked me to tell you not to call 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 finished

like ages, Quincy's voice finally came through again, sounding utterly drained. "I understand... just make sure she takes care of

She was of a different generation, unfamiliar with the intricacies of young love. "Mrs. Lucy, you can leave.

be off the hook, Mrs. Lucy quickly excused herself,

his dark eyes seemed to cloud over as he watched her. "Is he really worth all of this?"

wouldn't understand," Lydia replied, her voice hoarse from

rusted tin box from a drawer don't understand what makes Quincy so special that he's worth giving

the familiar box. Her eyes locked onto it, and

of the

box,

a collection of small trinkets, each worn with age.

had clearly been carefully preserved