CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

"People who are sick get treatment to stay alive, but if you're perfectly healthy, taking treatment is like asking for trouble," Mrs. Perez laughed. "I just made it up to fool him a little." After all, a mother knew best, and her son was no match for her.

The doctor thought of mentioning that Quincy had already paid for her treatment, but he reconsidered. Whether the money had been paid or not, she didn't actually need any treatment. If he refunded it, Quincy would immediately suspect something was up. After a moment, the doctor proposed a plan, "Here's an idea. I'll bring your medication every day, but you don't take it, no IVs or anything. If Quincy checks in, we'll both be covered."

"Good thinking! You really know your stuff," Mrs. Perez grinned, completely unaware of the trouble looming ahead.

Meanwhile, Lydia had just landed. When she got home, she found Eugene standing at the door, carrying his usual load of gifts for her parents, putting on quite the show. But her parents, unlike before, were cool and distant. "Eugene, there's no need to keep bringing us all these things," Mrs. Fay said.

"We appreciate the thought, but you should take it all back," Mr. Fay added. "You've spent enough on these wines and cigars, and we really don't have anything suitable to give in return, so let's leave it."

Eugene understood the subtext that they didn't want him here, didn't want him visiting, and certainly didn't want him as their son-in-law.

The more he tried to win them over, the more Mrs. Fay stood her ground. "It's best if you head on home."

"Please, if I've done anything wrong, just tell me," Eugene begged, dropping to his knees suddenly. "I'll change whatever you ask. Just don't shut me out like this!"

His unexpected gesture shocked

both her parents, who rushed to pull him up, but Eugene was set on

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staying kneeling, saying, "If you won't even tell me what's wrong and just want me gone, then I'll stay right here."

A clear voice rang out from behind, "Eugene." Lydia had returned.

Still kneeling, Eugene turned to look at her, his expensive trousers now stained with dirt, and reached for her hand.

Lydia pulled back, asking, "Were you the one who leaked those stories online?"

"I don't even know what stories you're talking about."

"The rumors about our families arranging a marriage. Eugene, if it was you, then say it outright. Don't treat us all like fools. If you won't admit it, we can find out another way. Lydia's expression was skeptical.

On the way home, she had pieced it all together, realizing that Eugene's perfect timing, over and over again was no coincidence. Someone had been manipulating things, and he was far from the innocent person she had once thought.

"Lydia, is this really where we've ended up?" Eugene deflected, dodging her question. "Is there really no trust left between us?" Lydia's lips curled into a mocking smile.