CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Quincy mentioned there was trouble at work, so naturally, Lydia asked a few questions. But he didn't want to say much, leaving her no choice but to let it go. "Alright, just come home soon," she finally said.

After they hung up, there was a knock at the door, followed by the concerned voice of the housekeeper.

"Ma'am, I've made some chicken soup. Would you like some?"

Lydia opened the door and let her in to set the soup on the table. The housekeeper was about to leave, but she hesitated, as if she had something on her mind. "What is it, Mrs. Clinton?" Lydia asked.

Mrs. Clinton hesitated for a moment before replying, "A man called earlier. When I asked who he was, he hung up right away."

"Maybe he dialed the wrong number?"

"That's what I thought too. But he called several times," she said, looking at Lydia with uncertainty. "I thought he might be trying to reach someone."

Lydia's eyes flickered with unease. Quincy hadn't come home yet, and aside from Mrs. Clinton, she was the only one in the house.

how would

Eugene, and her expression darkened. Just thinking about

don't answer. In fact, just unplug the phone," Lydia

required a cord. Unplugging it would stop the calls entirely. Mrs.

she stirred, feeling a faint tickling

brushing against her. The moment she fully

her and spoke in a groggy voice, "Quincy? Why didn't you wake

sound asleep and didn't want to disturb you," Quincy replied

head on his lap. Quincy gently helped her get

faint scent

of peace. After some time,

influencers, and we've issued a statement

think... people will believe it?" Lydia asked, hesitating and

real. Eugene wouldn't stoop to something as trivial as editing photos. He had orchestrated everything carefully, using public pressure to