Quincy turned back to Lydia, his expression softening. “I have something to take care of tonight. If you need anything, just call me, alright? I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Lydia’s lips moved, as if she wanted to ask where he was going, but in the end, she didn’t say a word.Quincy left the hospital and headed straight to a four-star hotel. Mrs. Perez had reserved a private dining room there earlier, and Quincy was the last to arrive.As he stood outside the door, he could hear the laughter and lively conversation from within. He clenched his fists, his eyes darkening as he recalled what Nash had told him the other day.”Your housekeeper, Mrs. Lucy, took leave recently, right?” Nash had asked. “Before she left, I had a word with her. If you spoke to her too, you should know who was around the day Lydia fell ill.”That conversation had sent a chill down Quincy’s spine, sparking a suspicion he didn’t want to believe. Deep down, he had probably suspected this person all along, but he had refused to entertain the thought.But now, here he was, standing in front of the door, forced to confront the truth.With a loud thud, Quincy pushed the door open.The lively chatter inside came to an abrupt halt, and all eyes turned to him. There was his mother, and sitting beside her was the woman she had been praising endlessly, Tiffany. Next to Tiffany was an older woman, who seemed to be her mother. This was the “old friend” Quincy’s mother had been talking about for so long.His mind flashed back to something Mrs. Lucy had said, “That drink Mrs. Lydia had, I heard it was some kind of special herbal tea that your mother’s friend brought over.” Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Findηøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.Quincy’s icy gaze fixed on Tiffany and her mother, making them both shift uncomfortably in their seats.Tiffany instinctively leaned closer to her mother, clearly uneasy under his stare.The older woman glanced at Quincy’s mother, unsure. “Is this your son?” she asked hesitantly.”Quincy, you’re late!” Mrs. Perez exclaimed, quickly masking her tension with a bright smile. “Comez over and meet Aunt Clara. We’ve been friends since middle school and we went all through high school together too!” She gestured toward Tiffany, smiling even wider. “And this is Tiffany, the one I’ve been telling you about.””Tiffany studied music abroad and she’s top of her class in the arts. She’s been touring with an orchestra. Isn’t that impressive?” Mrs. Perez continued to beam.Tiffany blushed at the compliments, clearly embarrassed. “Mrs. Perez, you’re too kind. It’s really not that big of a deal,” she said modestly, though her gaze kept flicking over to Quincy.When Quincy had burst through the door earlier, his cold expression and fierce demeanor had frightened her. He looked more like he was here to settle a score than have dinner.But despite the initial intimidation,she couldn’t help but admire his striking appearance. His chiseled features and sharp jawline were flawless giving him an almostsculpted look. The tailored netsuit hewore accentuated his tall, lean frame, while his cold,almond-shaped eyes radiated anintimidating intensity.He was unlike any man she had ever encountered. She had met many attractive men while studying abroad, but none of them carried the same intensity as Quincy. Tiffany found herself stealing glances at him, her curiosity growing.Tiffany’s mother, sitting nearby, noticed every one of her daughter’s subtle glances. Seeing the way Tiffany was acting, Mrs. Clara quickly realized that her daughter had probably taken a liking to Quincy. And why wouldn’t she? Mrs. Clara herself was quite impressed by him.Smiling, she put down her utensils and turned to Mrs. Perez, “Quincy seems so young. Does he have anyone special in his life?”She added with a casual tone, “At his age, I imagine most men are already married, aren’t they?”
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