CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery novel Chapter 1283

Quincy coldly pushed her away, and Tiffany fell back onto the bed with a muffled groan. If he hadn’t held back a bit, she might have ended up on the floor instead of the bed.

“I told you already, I’m not interested in any other woman,” Quincy said, his voice icy as he left the words hanging in the air.

He walked toward the door and gripped the handle. His brows furrowed as he turned it, again and again, but the door wouldn’t budge. It seemed to be locked from the outside.

Behind him, he heard soft sobs. He turned back and, seeing that Tiffany might also be a victim in all of this, his expression softened slightly. “You can take a cold shower if it helps.”

Tiffany looked up with teary, red eyes. “I don’t have any clothes to change into.”

Quincy paused, sighed internally, and said, “...Then never mind.”

There wasn’t anything he could offer her to wear, and giving her his own clothes would be inappropriate.

Meanwhile, Lydia was outside the building, having climbed several flights of stairs to reach Quincy’s apartment. Her hand hovered over the doorbell, hesitating for what felt like an eternity before she finally pressed it.

Moments later, Mrs. Perez answered the door. Like the last time, the moment she saw Lydia, her first reaction was to close the door.

But this time, something flickered in her eyes, and she stopped. A strange smile curled on her lips, and she opened the door wider.

“You’ve come at just the right time, Miss Lydia. Come on in.”

Lydia found Mrs. Perez's sudden change of attitude odd. She had clearly been ready to shut her out again just moments before. What could have caused her to change her mind so suddenly?

Was it related to what the old women outside had been gossiping about? Was Quincy inside with another woman?

“You’re a smart woman, Lydia. You know exactly what I mean,” Mrs. Perez said, her tone sharp. “I’ve never thought you were right for Quincy, and now that the baby is gone, he has better options. Isn’t it better this way?”

Lydia’s heart raced. Without a second thought, she bolted for the stairs, rushing up to the second floor.

Mr. Perez didn’t stop her, too guilt-ridden to intervene. Mrs. Perez didn’t stop her either. She saw no point.

In fact, she believed this was exactly what needed to happen. Lydia needed to see for herself, to witness the scene that would shatter any remaining hope.

The smirk on Mrs. Perez’s face grew as Lydia disappeared up the stairs.

Racing down the hallway, Lydia’s breath caught as she reached the tightly shut bedroom door. The key was still in the lock.