All Free Novel
Chapter 1276
Mrs. Perez used the special herbal tea to cause Lydia to lose her child. Despite the nightmares that plagued her every night afterward, she convinced herself it was worth it. After all, anything was better than having that woman marry into their family. "Watch your mouth," she snapped at Mr. Perez, glaring at him. "When I call our son later, you better not let anything slip, or I swear, you'll regret it!"
"Whatever, do as you like. I'm staying out of this," he muttered, shaking his head.
Five minutes later, Mrs. Perez dialed Quincy's number.
"Are you coming home for dinner tonight? I've invited Tiffany and her mother over. You remember Tiffany, right? She's my old friend's daughter. Great girl! She's highly educated, just got back from overseas, and, most importantly, she comes from a good family. Why don't you come and meet her?"
Whatever Quincy said on the other end brought a wide smile to Mrs. Perez's face. "Two days from now? That works too! As long as you'll meet her. I'll set it up. But you promised, okay? You have to come!"
After hanging up, Mr. Perez sighed. "Do you really think Quincy will move on so quickly?"
Mrs. Perez snorted, waving off his concern. "You don't get it. He'll come around. Lydia was never truly good for him. Quincy has to see that by now."All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.
She crossed her arms, confidence oozing from her stance. "Before, he was just blinded by her, and the baby kept him tied to her. But now that the child is gone, there's no way he's still hung up on her."
At her constant mention of the baby, Mr. Perez's frown deepened. A horrifying suspicion began creeping into his mind, but it was so unthinkable, he dared not voice it. In the end, he let Mrs. Perez carry on with her plans.
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Meanwhile, Lydia had been in the hospital for five days. Since waking up, she hadn't spoken to anyone. No matter who tried to talk to her, she remained silent, offering no response. She wouldn't even acknowledge Quincy.
Quincy was at a loss, visiting her day
after day, telling her about work in the hopes of getting through to her. But nothing seemed to lift the weight from her heart.
The nurses watched his devotion with envy.
"The woman in room 302 is so lucky," one of them whispered. "Her husband is not only handsome and wealthy but also totally devoted."
"Right? He comes here every single day. I've never seen him miss a visit."
"Ugh, where can I find a husband like that? If I had someone like him, my life would be complete."
But Lydia didn't hear their chatter.
She sat in silence, her eyes fixed on a small pot of ivy on the windowsill
Hospitals often placed small plant
in rooms to cheer up patients, providing a touch of life and color. But to Lydia, the thriving green plant only served as a cruel reminder of what she had lost.
The healthy plant contrasted sharply with the stillness inside her. Every time she looked at it, her thoughts would drift back to the child she had lost.
Just a couple of days ago, the
doctor had reassured her that the baby was developing well and was perfectly healthy. But in the blink of an eye, it was gone and reduced to nothing but a pool of blood. It never even got the chance to open its eyes and see the world.
Why? Why did it have to be her child? If someone had an issue with her, they could have come after her directly. Why go after an innocent baby?
Tears fell silently onto her hands, one after another, as Lydia's emotions spiraled out of control.
"Please, Lydia, don't do this!" Quincy rushed in and wrapped her in a tight embrace.
Caught off guard, Lydia stumbled backward and sank onto the bed.