CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

As Lydia stared at Quincy with questioning eyes, his usual calm demeanor cracked slightly, revealing a trace of pain.

He turned his head away, avoiding her gaze. "Your parents are right," he said quietly. "They're just looking out for you. I'm just an assistant. I can't give you the life you deserve." "You don't really believe that! If you did, why can't you even look me in the eye?"

"Lydia..."

"Look me in the eye and tell me it's over. If you can't do that, I won't believe a word you say."

With that, Lydia walked away.

Not long after she left, Nash returned to his office and found Quincy sitting with his head hung low. "This is the first time I've seen you like this. Didn't go well, did it?"

Quincy forced a bitter smile. "She wants me to look her in the eye and tell her it's over. But I can't do it."

Nash sighed and put a hand on his shoulder. "If that's the case, stop hesitating. If her parents don't think you're good enough, prove them wrong. Start your own company and show them what you're capable of. The Quincy I know doesn't give up so easily." Quincy looked at Nash, feeling a wave of gratitude, and then a new resolve sparked in his eyes. Without wasting another second, he rushed out, determined to find Lydia.

But when he reached the street, he realized she hadn't gone far at all.

Lydia was sitting in a nearby café, staring blankly out the window, lost in thought.

A server approached her. "Excuse me, miss. Can I get you anything?"Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Just a cappuccino, please."

The violin music in the café played softly in the background, but Lydia couldn't hear it. All she could think about was Quincy avoiding her gaze. He was running from her, from them.

"Idiot! Who cares about whether

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you're good enough or not? If I say you're good enough, then that's all that matters!" Lydia slammed her bag on the table, her eyes welling up with tears. "You're usually so smart, so why are you being so stubborn now?"

"Lydia!" a familiar voice called out.

She blinked, looking up in disbelief. There, standing in front of her, was Quincy. He was out of breath, disheveled, and clearly having rushed to catch up with her.

She had never seen him look so unkempt. Quincy was always meticulous about his appearance, but now, it was clear he didn't care about any of that. All that mattered was her.

"You... why did you come down? I thought you didn't want to see me?" Lydia asked, her voice faltering.

Quincy shook his head vigorously. "No, that's not it. Lydia, everything I said earlier, it was all a lie. I don't want to be apart from you. Not for a second."

"Then why did you say all that?"

"I lost my way for a moment," he admitted. "Thankfully, Mr. York snapped me out of it. I realized that the only reason your parents don't approve is because I haven't built something of my own yet."

He took a deep breath, his voice filled with determination. "So, I'm going to build my own business. Lydia, will you stay by my side while I do it?"

Lydia's eyes welled up with tears. She threw herself into his arms, her voice shaky with emotion. "Of course I will."

"Congratulations, you two," the server said cheerfully as he placed her cappuccino on the table.

It was only then that Lydia realized they were still in the café. Embarrassed, she quickly let go of Quincy, her cheeks flushed.

Quincy didn't rush to leave. Instead,

he sat with her for a while longer, and the two of them enjoyed a quiet moment together. Around them, other patrons couldn't help but admire the couple, stealing glances filled with envy.

With Nash's full support, Quincy's company took off smoothly, focusing on real estate. Thanks to the connections introduced by the York Corporation, everything fell into place. Deals were closed swiftly, and Quincy's company quickly gained momentum.

Lydia often stopped by to lend a hand, and together they became a powerhouse team, securing major contracts and watching the business flourish.