บททั้งหมดของ CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery: บทที่ 1391 - บทที่ 1400

She wasn’t just laughing at Eugene. She was laughing at herself. Time and again, she had trusted the wrong person. “Trust isn’t something that’s just given. It’s something you earn. Just go. There’s no reason for you to be down on one knee in front of me. Don’t do this. It doesn’t mean anything.”“Lydia!” Eugene reached out again, desperately gripping the hem of her coat. He held on tightly, not daring to let go for even a second, fearing that if he loosened his grip, he would lose her forever.“Just go home. You’ll have your life, and I’ll have mine,” Lydia said firmly, slipping out of her coat. “I told you before that we can’t even be friends.”Eugene was left holding nothing but the coat, watching helplessly as Lydia walked away with her parents. Mrs. Fay glanced back several times, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she just picked up her pace and disappeared with Lydia from his sight.Once they were home, Lydia didn’t bring up Eugene. Instead, she dove straig

Seeing his daughter collapsed on the floor, Mr. Fay was terrified. He rushed over in just a few strides, scooped her up, and bolted out of the office. “Call an ambulance!” he shouted. One of the nearby employees quickly dialed 911, and within minutes, an ambulance was at the building entrance. Mr. Fay rode with his daughter to the hospital, anxiously pacing outside the emergency room, his worry mounting. She was his only child, his greatest treasure. If anything happened to her, he didn’t know how he or his wife would cope. Just the thought alone was overwhelming.Lost in his thoughts, he nearly jumped when the doctor approached. He grabbed the doctor’s shoulders, his voice frantic, “Doctor, how’s my daughter? What’s wrong with her?”The doctor glanced at Mr. Fay’s grip, considering stepping back, but the desperation in his eyes was unmistakable. With a deep sigh, the doctor replied, “Your daughter’s fine, Mr. Fay. She just had low blood sugar. She’s recently pregnant, so she

“With what would she get pregnant?” Mrs. Perez laughed, dismissing Lydia entirely. “I asked the doctor last time. With her condition, it’s hard for her to conceive, especially after a miscarriage. Even if she tried to lure Quincy, it wouldn’t bring about a child.”Suddenly, the door to the room was thrown open.Quincy stood outside, his face filled with anger. He could no longer hold back. Every word he had just overheard pushed him to his breaking point. He never imagined his mother could be so ruthless, so selfish, so downright despicable.“Quincy, what are you doing back so suddenly?” Mrs. Perez was genuinely panicked. With only Mabel in the room earlier, she hadn’t held back, saying exactly what was on her mind. She hadn’t expected Quincy to come back like this.“If I hadn’t come back, how would I have known about all the ‘good deeds’ my mother’s been doing behind my back?” Quincy’s voice trembled with frustration. “You’re a woman too. How could your heart be so twisted?”Not

“Her condition is very severe. Even if she undergoes surgery now, she’ll most likely be bedridden for the rest of her life.” When it came to his mother, Quincy could only think, “she brought this on herself”.In the beginning, Lydia had treated her so well, always considerate and caring, visiting her regularly and even making various nutritious soups. If his mother hadn’t created so much trouble, the family would be happy together, eagerly awaiting the arrival of a new life. But life would not work on “what ifs”; only actions and consequences.Lydia was silent for a long time. “How did it come to this?”Back when they were still married, Mrs. Perez’s health had seemed fine. She looked perfectly healthy. How did things deteriorate so quickly?“She’s been faking her illness for ages, but now she’s genuinely sick, and her condition has worsened fast. She’s missed the best treatment window,” Quincy explained briefly.Lydia nearly blurted out “serves her right,” but held her tongue,

Lydia looked outside. The once-bustling street was now eerily quiet. It was rush hour. Vendors should have been seizing the moment to rake in profits, not closing shop all at once. The only explanation? Eugene had orchestrated it all.“You’re truly despicable,” Lydia’s disgust deepened.Eugene, far from being ashamed, looked proud. “Thanks for the compliment. I paid each vendor two thousand dollars to clear out. Now, you have two options: willingly be with me, or be forced to.”One way or another, he was determined to have Lydia.Lydia’s hand moved to her bag’s zipper as she scoffed. “I’m not choosing either.”She was human, not about to be treated like a captive animal. Eyeing her chance, she began to unzip her bag to retrieve her pepper spray, but Eugene moved in, wrapping his arms around her from the side.He buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. “Mmm, you smell amazing, my dear. You’re getting your divorce next week, right? How about you marry me on the same day?”