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
Lydia fell silent and closed her eyes. "I just want to be alone for a while."Quincy respected her need for space and quietly stepped back.......Meanwhile, over at Nash's place, Nash had decided to leave work early today, something he rarely did. With Lydia and Quincy now running their own operation, he had been single-handedly managing everything at York Corporation, which kept him busy beyond belief.His wife, Nina, had been holding down the fort at home, handling all the household tasks with grace. Their two kids, Gemma and Orion, had been nothing but sweet and helpful. Little Gemma was always calm, and Orion eagerly helped with whatever he could. But Nash didn't want this hectic lifestyle to become permanent. While work was important, spending time with his family was what truly mattered to him. So today, he seized the rare opportunity to sneak away early and surprise them at home with gifts.As he pulled up in the driveway, he stepped out of the car with his arms full o
Cooking together made things go much faster. Nina chopped the vegetables while Nash took care of the stir-frying, and before long, the four dishes and a soup were ready.As Nina was about to carry the food out, Nash suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. "Nina, you've been working so hard lately. I feel bad. I've been so focused on the company, and you've had to handle everything at home by yourself."“Don’t say that,” she replied, turning to face him. “We’re married, we’re partners. There’s no need to feel like you owe me anything.” With a soft smile, she added, “Besides, you’re working hard to provide for us, not off doing something shady. As your wife, it’s my job to support you. We’re a team, and I would never give you a hard time for it.”Nina understood the pressure Nash was under, managing the company and shouldering so much responsibility. The last thing she wanted was to add more stress by asking too much of him at home. Looking into her eyes, Nash felt