CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery
Chapter 1230

Both Lydia and Quincy decided to keep the pregnancy a secret for now, especially from her parents.

Lydia was particularly anxious. She feared that if her mother found out, she might cause a scene at Quincy's company.

But Lydia's frequent absences from home, along with her early departure from the Ford family banquet, had made her mother increasingly worried.

One evening, her parents had a discussion and decided to call her back home.

In the Fay family living room, Mr. Fay sat on the sofa, glasses perched on his nose, pretending to read a newspaper. In reality, he was glancing toward the door, tapping his fingers as if waiting for someone. "Now, Hubby, remember what we talked about. You can't lose your temper this time! You promised to speak kindly to our daughter, no yelling. We don't want another argument," Mrs. Fay reminded him.

"I know, I know. Let's wait until she's back," he responded, somewhat dismissively. After so many years together, Mrs. Fay was used to her husband's stubborn pride and didn't take it to heart. Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she heard the front door click open.

"Lydia, you're back! We've been waiting for you. What do you have there?" Mrs. Fay walked over to greet her.

Lydia, masking her surprise, paused for a moment before handing her mother the bag she was carrying. "Tea leaves, for Dad," she said.

Mr. Fay wasn't someone with many interests, but he did have a fondness for fine tea. Few people knew this about him. Outsiders would rack their brains trying to figure out the perfect gift, but as his daughter, Lydia knew exactly what to get. She had brought him his favorite tea.

When Mrs. Fay handed the tea to her husband, she noticed the slightest smile tugging at the corners of his lips, though he tried to hide it.

He still put on his usual stern act. "You're always buying these impractical things," he muttered, but as he spoke, he carefully placed the tea aside. Lydia's face fell, thinking he didn't appreciate the gift.

Noticing this, Mrs. Fay shot her husband a disapproving look before turning to Lydia with a smile. "Now, tell me, what have you been so busy with lately? "We have our own family business, but you're always running off somewhere else. And what about your Aunt Nancy-"

Lydia quickly interrupted, not wanting to hear more about the Ford family.

Sensing that Lydia didn't want to continue the conversation, Mrs. Fay, who had intended to take a softer approach this time, held her tongue.

Throughout the exchange, Lydia was

careful to keep her distance from her mother, making sure she didn't get too close to her stomach. Although she wasn't visibly showing yet, Lydia didn't want to take any

chances. This made her a little more

cautious in her movements.

Mr. Fay seemed to pick up on this. While they were eating, he glanced at her and casually mentioned, "I heard Quincy's company has been having some issues lately." Lydia froze for a moment.

"What your father means," Mrs. Fay quickly clarified, "is that if he needs help, we can introduce him to some clients."

Lydia wanted to refuse. She knew

Quincy wasn't the type to accept help, even from her. He always encouraged her to rest rather than assist with the business. There was no way he would agree to let her father get involved.

But Mrs. Fay persisted, offering various reasons and assurances leaving Lydia with no choice but to reluctantly agree. "I'll talk to Quincy about it. Tomorrow, I'll ask him what he thinks."

Mr. Fay nodded and said, "Once you've discussed it, bring him directly to the Fay Corporation." The next day, Lydia went to Quincy's office to tell him about the conversation with her parents. "Do you want to meet my dad?" she asked cautiously, unsure of how Quincy would respond.