CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery
Chapter 1407

"Dad, don't get too worked up," Quincy said, noticing his father's face turning red with anger. "People your age can easily stress themselves sick. Look at Mom. She's in the hospital for that very reason." If she hadn't been so consumed with pointless meddling, she wouldn't be on an operating table today.

Mr. Perez nearly choked in frustration. "Is that how you talk to your father? Forget it. Let me speak to Lydia."

"She's busy. Whatever you need to say, just say it to me. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up," Quincy replied, blocking the attempt.

He wasn't foolish. He could tell his father wanted to pressure Lydia directly. But there was no way he would let her face any of that alone.

"This was all my decision. There's no one else for you to blame."

"Fine. You're acting like you've grown wings and flown beyond my reach." Mr. Perez hung up, barely restraining himself from a full-blown rant. That son of his would be the death of him.

On the other end, Lydia looked at Quincy with concern and asked softly, "Will your dad be okay? He looked really upset."

"He'll be fine. He's my dad. I've known him over twenty years. I understand him better than anyone." Quincy shook his head, brushing off her worry.

Lydia didn't press further, and they waited in the hallway for what felt like hours until, finally, the operating room doors opened.

Quincy approached the doctor. "How's my mother?"

"The surgery was partially successful. Your mother pulled through, but she's now paralyzed from the waist down. I can't say when, or if, she'll improve. It depends on her body and some luck." The doctor sighed.

In all his years of practice, he had seen many difficult cases, but none quite like hers. She had been admitted but stubbornly refused treatment until her condition was critical, and now it was too late to fully remedy it. "If only she'd been willing sooner," he thought.

But, facing the patient's son, he chose his words carefully. "Your mother barely made it through. If she cooperates with her treatment, it could improve her quality of But if she resists, today's surgery won't mean much in the long run.

"I understand. Thank you, Doctor." Quincy picked up on the doctor's genuine concern.

He kept the doctor's words firmly in mind, intending to repeat them to his mother word-for-word when they got to her room.

When they arrived, Quincy repeated

the doctor's warning to Mrs. Perez. She looked up at him, eyes filled with tears, regret, and fear. "I understand now. I was wrong, and I'll follow the treatment plan from now on. But, Quincy, please tell me that you were just joking last time, right? You didn't really go through with that surgery?"

Quincy could hear the desperation in her voice.

He shook his head, incredulous. "If having a grandchild mattered so much, why did you go out of your way to hurt Lydia?"

Mrs. Perez now felt the full weight of her mistake but struggled to put it into words To her, having children seemed so much simpler for a man. All he had to do was want them, without any of the risks women face during pregnancy.

She had never really grasped the pain of it until now, when her actions came back to haunt her. If only she had known Quincy would go this far, she would never have done something so drastic. "I know I was wrong. Please, I'm begging you. There's still time to reverse it," she pleaded, trying a gentler approach with him.