CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery novel Chapter 1232

"Who told you to go off on your own without me? Do you dare try that again next time?" Lydia playfully scolded.

Quincy could only chuckle in resignation. He glanced at her stomach, thinking, "Well, I definitely won't be taking any chances now." Lydia had become his top priority, and he knew he had to be extra careful from now on.

The two of them understood the situation perfectly, but from Mr. Fay’s perspective, it looked quite different. His daughter had just run into Quincy’s arms without a second thought.

"Lydia, get up! Look at yourself!" Mr. Fay’s angry voice cut through the air, jolting Lydia back to reality. She immediately remembered her father was watching and quickly pulled away from Quincy.

“Dad…”

“Whenever I ask you to come to the company, you always find excuses. But when it’s to bring Quincy here, you’re here in no time,” Mr. Fay said coldly.

Lydia was at a loss for words.

Mr. Fay let out a heavy sigh, clearly displeased with Quincy, but he couldn’t go back on what he had promised. “I know someone who’s looking to subcontract a plot of land for an office building. It’s a big project with decent profit potential. If you’re interested, come back in two days and I’ll introduce you to them.”

Quincy glanced at Lydia, who looked guilty and avoided meeting his eyes, and instantly understood what was going on. He frowned slightly.

Quincy wasn’t one to accept help from others. He knew that favors often came with strings attached, and people offering help usually expected something in return later on. But this was Lydia’s father, and it wasn’t as if Mr. Fay had any reason to cause trouble for him.

After a moment of hesitation, Quincy nodded in agreement.

This time, Lydia didn’t insist on going with him. She knew it wasn’t a leisure trip, and Quincy was heading out for work.

Plus, with her frequent bouts of morning sickness, she worried that traveling would only make her feel worse. The bigger concern, though, was the chance her father might notice something was off. If he found out about the pregnancy, it would be a disaster.

Two days later, Quincy boarded a flight to Salt City, the neighboring city.

That evening, after checking into the hotel, he met with Mr. Fay’s contact. He was a refined, scholarly-looking middle-aged man dressed in a vintage suit, exuding a quiet elegance.

“Mr. Fay, may I ask who this gentleman is?” the man inquired politely, his eyes shifting to Quincy.