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 th
As Lydia’s gaze swept over the room, her smile faltered when her eyes landed on someone unexpected. Eugene had just reached the reception desk with a group of people, but suddenly stopped, his piercing gaze locking onto hers.Her heart began to race, and she quickly looked away.“Miss Lydia, are you okay?” someone beside her asked, noticing the sudden change in her expression.She forced a weak smile and shook her head. “I’m fine, let’s keep moving.”But on the way back, she couldn’t shake the unsettling image of Eugene from her mind. It played on a loop, dragging her into a spiral of growing unease. Lately, Eugene seemed to haunt her like a living nightmare. Why had he shown up today? After everything he had already done to her, what more did he want?These unanswered questions piled up, fueling an uncontrollable sense of frustration. Without realizing it, Lydia started walking faster, her emotions getting the best of her.“Miss Lydia, please slow down.” someone called after
Nearly fifteen minutes had passed when Eugene finally emerged. His expression hadn’t changed. He was calm and unreadable, just as it had been when he went in. There was no hint of whether the deal had gone through or not. Everyone around was left speculating."I bet it didn’t go through. You know how Mr. Quincy is. He’s easygoing most of the time, but once he sets his mind on something, he doesn’t let go.""Who knows? Maybe it worked out after all.""Ha! Care to place a bet on it?"With no official word from Quincy, the employees could only guess. But Lydia had a different approach. She could just ask.When she entered the office, there was an unopened file on Quincy’s desk, next to a pen that seemed freshly used. Her heart skipped a beat.Had the rumors been true? Did he really agree to work with Eugene?Lydia, feeling a surge of anxiety, took a deep breath and decided to ask directly. There was no point in dwelling on assumptions when she could face the truth head-on. “Quinc
On the other end of the phone, Mrs. Perez continued her tirade. Lydia, who had been leaning into his embrace, suddenly went limp, sliding toward the floor in defeat. Quincy could no longer listen. “That’s enough, Mom. I’m hanging up now.”Without waiting for her reply, he quickly ended the call and pulled Lydia back to her feet.“Lydia, don’t listen to her. She doesn’t know the full story, and she certainly doesn’t know you.”“But she’s your mother, Quincy,” Lydia whispered, her eyes filled with uncertainty. “Can you really go against her?”Quincy was silent for a moment, his eyes steady as they met hers. Then, his voice came, low but firm. “I can.”Lydia froze. It was an answer she hadn’t expected.Quincy drew her back into his arms, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone get in the way of us. Right now, the most important thing to me is you and our baby.”His gaze softened as it drifted to her still-flat belly, his deep eyes filled with te
Mrs. Perez shot a sharp look at her husband, clearly annoyed, and jabbed him with her elbow. "Really? You’re acting like you’ve never seen whiskey before. Didn’t one of your old classmates send you a bottle just last year?" She wanted to imply that the liquor wasn't anything special and to stop behaving as though he had been bought off. Mr. Perez paused for a moment, then corrected her seriously, "This is aged, top-tier whiskey. It's different."Mrs. Perez’s face darkened, but after seeing his reaction, he finally clammed up, though somewhat reluctantly.After this brief exchange, Mrs. Perez couldn’t exactly demand that Lydia take her gifts back. She coughed lightly, trying to regain her composure. “Well, we’ll accept these, but only because he doesn’t have many hobbies besides this,” she said, casting Lydia a pointed glance, her lips curling into a faint, sarcastic smile. “You really did your homework.”Lydia’s expression stiffened, feeling the sting of her kindness being tw
"Miss Lydia, why aren’t you going in?" Lydia jumped, startled by the voice of her colleague, Layla, who had appeared behind her. Forcing a smile, she said, "It's nothing… Oh, actually, can you hand this in for me? Something just came up." She handed the documents to Layla and, before she could respond, Lydia hurried away.Feeling overwhelmed, Lydia rushed out of the building, her emotions tangled and heavy. She wandered aimlessly down the busy street, unsure of where to go. The steady flow of cars and rushing business professionals only deepened her sense of disconnection. Nowhere felt right, and the world seemed to spin around her without a place for her to belong. Lost in thought, she felt utterly out of place.Just then, her phone rang.Without thinking, she answered, and to her surprise, it was Mrs. Perez."Miss Lydia, do you have a moment?" Mrs. Perez's voice was calm, almost too casual. "If you're free, I'd like to meet you somewhere."......Fifteen minutes later,
"Is Miss Lydia home?" Mrs. Perez asked, glancing past the housekeeper into the foyer.Mrs. Lucy froze for a moment, hastily wiping her hands, clearly taken aback. Mrs. Perez had never visited before, making her appearance all the more surprising.Lydia, who hadn’t gone to the office that day, overheard and hurried to the front door. Seeing Mrs. Perez there in person, she was just as startled. "Mrs. Perez? Oh, wait… Mrs. Lucy, please, let her in."Lydia rushed to tidy up, feeling slightly flustered. The house wasn’t often used for entertaining guests, and she even had trouble finding tea. Despite her best efforts, she didn’t have much experience making tea and fumbled through it, struggling to figure out what she was doing.In the end, the tea didn’t quite turn out as it should have."Here you go, Mrs. Perez," Lydia offered, handing her the cup carefully.Mrs. Perez glanced at it briefly, hiding her disdain. Both she and Mr. Perez were long-time educators, and he had a particular
The next day, Mrs. Perez visited Lydia again, this time carrying a thermos. Handing it to her with a serious expression, she said, "Lydia, take this. It’s really good for you.""I got it from an old friend," she explained. "It’s a special herbal tea that’s supposed to be great for your health. My friend said it’s especially beneficial for pregnant women.""Herbal tea?" Lydia frowned slightly.She had heard of it but didn’t recall anything about it being particularly helpful during pregnancy. Still, Mrs. Perez was persistent, urging her to drink it. Reluctantly, Lydia took a few sips and ended up finishing the whole bottle. Only then did Mrs. Perez seem content, staying for a little while longer to chat.Since Lydia had been more tired than usual during her pregnancy and often needed an afternoon nap around 3 or 4 p.m., Mrs. Perez didn’t stay long. After she left, Lydia went to her bedroom for her nap, as usual.She was sleeping soundly when, halfway through her rest, a sudden, s