Chapter 1282

Quincy had no desire to drink the tea. He wanted to take what he came for and leave. However, the firm look in his mother’s eyes, mixed with a silent plea, held him back.

He still needed to bring the herbal tea ingredients back to Lydia and explain everything. She deserved to know the truth about their lost child. And then there was his mother. Regardless of her actions, she had raised him for over twenty years.

His throat tightened as he picked up the cup and downed the tea in one gulp. “Let this cup of tea be the end of it,” he thought.

Once finished, he grabbed the jar of herbs and headed for the door.

“Quincy, where are you going?” Tiffany’s voice trembled as she stood, but before she could finish her sentence, she staggered, her cheeks flushing deeply.

At the same time, Quincy, who had made it to the entryway, clutched his head and collapsed onto the couch. His legs knocked into the coffee table with a loud scrape.

His lower abdomen felt like it was on fire, an unbearable