After setting down her phone, Mrs. Perez continued to criticize Lydia, egged on by Tiffany. The conversation flowed easily between them, filling the hospital room with laughter and smug remarks.

That was, until Quincy opened the door, his face red with anger as he glared at everyone inside. "What are you doing? Why do you keep going after Lydia like this?"

He was furious at the way they were gossiping about her, slandering her character without a second thought.

"Quincy, your mom is sick. You can't just come in here and start shouting," Tiffany said in a falsely sweet voice, stepping over to him and taking his hand. "If you don't like the topic, we can stop talking about it."

"Cut the act, Tiffany. Your performance is terrible." Quincy shot back, unphased.

He had overheard enough standing outside the door to realize just how well Tiffany and his mother worked together. He had even been thinking earlier about treating his mom with more care, but what he had just heard felt like a slap in the face. He had been such a fool. "Quincy, why are you so worked up? If you keep acting like this, you might as well not come back. I don't want to see you. Don't even come to my funeral!" Mrs. Perez knew Quincy would feel guilty enough to back down.

After all, the doctor had warned him how serious her condition was. There was no way he would start a fight over his ex-wife.

Quincy, however, didn't respond the way she expected. "Mom, it costs over two thousand dollars a day to keep your here. I've prepaid for the next month, and I'll arrange for nurse to take care of you. I have more important things to handle right now, so I won't be back."

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"What could be so important, Quincy?" Tiffany asked, clearly disapproving. "Even if it's company business, nothing should take priority over your mother."

To her, this was an opportunity

slipping away f Quincy stopped

coming, how would she ever manage to secure a place as his wife? She had done her homework, and she knew the company's growth was on an upward trajectory Soon, they could go public, and his wealth would skyrocket. She was

determined to cash in on that.

"It was last time I came home to get the herbal tea, but I was drugged. The tea should still be on the coffee table." Quincy's face was ice-cold.

Each word seemed to make Mrs. Perez more uneasy. She had indeed tampered with the tea, mixing in bits of certain herbs that were harmless for most but could be dangerous for a pregnant woman. If Quincy went back and uncovered the truth, it would destroy their relationship. She couldn't let that happen.

Mrs. Perez shot a pleading glance at her husband, and Mr. Perez quickly stepped in, "Quincy, it's just some herbal tea. Why are you so hung up on it? I tossed it. If you want more, I'll ask a friend to bring a new batch." "Such a great tea, and you two couldn't bear to drink it yourselves, yet you were so eager to give it to my wife," Quincy said, his eyes flashing with a hint of sarcasm. "Now you're saying you just threw it away?"

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