“Is there really any difference between him and a desperate fool right now? Is Lydia really worth all this?” Tiffany thought.Quincy ignored Tiffany entirely, his back turned, treating her as if she wasn’t even there. Tiffany knew her words had no effect, so she resorted to calling for backup. Less than half an hour later, Mrs. Perez showed up. Seeing her, Quincy almost lost it. “Mom, you’re not in good health. You just had surgery. What are you doing out of the hospital?””Good thing I came. Who knows how long you would’ve stood out here acting like an idiot if I hadn’t shown up?” She tapped his forehead hard, her voice sharp with frustration. “Quincy, I’m practically on my deathbed. Can’t you just let me have a little peace?” If Lydia’s background had been ordinary, Mrs. Perez would have gladly paid her to leave. But Lydia wasn’t just anyone. She was the daughter of the influential Fay family.Mrs. Perez couldn’t interfere directly with them, so she had no choice but to pressure her son instead. “I’m begging you, let me spend my last days in peace. Stop giving me reasons to worry. If you insist on staying out here, fine. I’ll stand here with you.” Quincy’s mother slipped off her coat and handed it to Tiffany. Beneath, she only had on a thin shirt that barely kept the chill away.Tiffany tried to put the coat back on her, but she waved her off. “It’s my fault as a mother that my son’s out here in the cold, so I’ll stand here with him. Why should I be comfortable in the hospital while he’s shivering out here?””Mom, do you need me to beg just to get you to stop?” Quincy’s voice was flat, his expression full of resignation. The people who could wound him the most were always the ones closest to him.”Quincy, I don’t need you to beg. I just want you to let Lydia go, once and for all. It’s my dying wish. Can’t you grant me that? Or am I supposed to go to my grave with this regret?” She looked as if she would sit down right there on the ground to make her point. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ηᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.Quincy grabbed her arm to keep herstanding. Once again, he caved. “You want me to go home with you? Fine, I’ll go Just please, don’t do this.” QUMS”Quincy, I knew you were a sensible kid,” Mrs. Perez said, nodding in approval.As she got into the car, she suddenly felt a faint pain in her chest but brushed it off, assuming it was just from the stress of dealing with her son.If Lydia saw Quincy standing out here so late, she would probably be overjoyed, feeling she had won. What a disappointment of a son.During the drive, Mrs. Perez tried to make small talk, but Quincy only responded with single words until he finally shut his eyes, pretending to rest. She didn’t think anything of it, never noticing the quiet tear that slipped down his cheek. That night, she slept soundly, but Quincy sat by her bedside, awake until dawn. As sunlight filtered through the curtains onto her hospital bed, he looked over at her sleeping figure, a growing unease gnawing at him. How could someone who just had surgery leave the hospital to stand outside in the cold?Even if his mom didn’t care about her health, where were her doctors in all this?They had gone over her condition in painstaking detail, emphasizing its seriousness. So, how had they let her just walk out?
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