“It’s not happening. Lydia is the only woman I’ll ever have as my wife. I won’t look at anyone else,” Quincy asserted firmly.He hoped that by making his stance clear, his parents might finally back off. He also thought Tiffany would have the decency to realize she was unwelcome.But he had misjudged her.Tiffany kept her eyes glued to him. “Quincy, I don’t mind if you can’t let go of her right now. We’re both young and have plenty of time. I believe that, sooner or later, you’ll come around.”And if anything, the fact that you can’t forget her shows your loyalty. When you finally accept me, I know you’ll be just as devoted to me. We’ll have a great life together.”Her words struck a chord with Mrs. Perez, who took Tiffany’s hand, beaming with approval. Lydia might be a wealthy heiress, but the Perez family wasn’t so desperate that they needed to sell their son’s happiness for money. She wanted Quincy to find someone who truly loved him, someone who would make him happy in a stable, loving relationship.As for Lydia, given how indiscreet she had been, who knew if the child she lost had even been Quincy’s? If anything, it was a relief that she had a miscarriage. Otherwise, Quincy might have been duped into raising a child that wasn’t his.”Now that the child’s gone, you two can get a divorce without any extra baggage. Isn’t that better?” Mrs. Perez said, voicing her thoughts out loud.She didn’t realize this was the final straw for Quincy.”What do you mean by ‘baggage’?That was my first child, the one I’d been eagerly waiting for. I’d already picked out a name and bought things for my child. And now it’s all gone. Do you have any idea how much I’m hurting?” he said, his voice raw with emotion. He hadn’t expected his parents to understand completely, but at the very least, he had hoped they wouldn’t twist the knife by calling his child “baggage.”A moment ago, he had wanted nothing more than for Lydia to stay, but now he was grateful she had left before she could hear this. If she had, it would have broken her, and any chance of reconciliation would be gone forever.”Can you even be sure that child was yours?” Mrs. Perez scoffed. “Do you really think the Fay family heiress came to you for love? As her mother, I can tell you she was only looking for a convenient match.”At that, Mrs. Clinton steppedforward. She was around Mrs.Perez’s age and she also had a son She had even become aเอนgrandmother a couple of years ago. Hearing Mrs. Perez speak this way, sheHeadn’t stay silent. “Miss Lydiais a good woman. She’s nothing like what you’re suggesting.” sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ꜰind_ηovel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.In her mind, she immediately lumped Mrs. Clinton in with Lydia. Though Mrs. Clinton was technically the housekeeper, Mrs. Perez saw her as little more than a paid ally, someone Lydia had hired to help deceive Quincy.Mrs. Perez shot her a sharp look. “Since when was it your place to speak?”It was one thing to work for someone, but another to meddle in her son’s affairs. There was no way she could just stand by and let anyone deceive her son.Quincy finally spoke up, his voicelaced with bitter resignation. “Maybenone of you have the right to speak here. My mistake was believing, over and over again, that you’dunderstand. I’ve already lost my child, and now you want me to lose Lydia forever too.” He let out a hollow laugh.