CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Mrs. Fay's expression turned stern as she addressed Lydia sharply, "I've arranged a blind date for you, and your date will be here soon. If you don't want your father to lock you up at home, you'd better cooperate." Though she sat calmly on the sofa, her piercing gaze and commanding presence left no room for argument.

Just then, Mr. Fay, who had been pretending to be ill, emerged from the room.

"Your mother is being kind. If it were up to me, I'd be even harsher. If Quincy keeps showing up, I won't hesitate to have him thrown out."

Lydia's breath caught in her throat. She never imagined these words could come from her own parents. They were well-educated, successful people, yet here they were, saying such things and even trying to force her into a blind date. What did they take her for?

Some commodity to be traded?

Lydia let out a bitter laugh. "The Fay family is already powerful. Just how much is enough? When will you ever be satisfied?"

She scoffed bitterly. "And why not go after someone like Nash York, the richest man in Birkham?"

Her words were biting, but she didn't care. They had started this, and she wasn't about to back down.

The truth was, her parents had considered the idea. But Nash was already married with children, completely devoted to his wife and family, leaving no room for their ambitions.

Lydia saw the truth in their eyes and couldn't help but laugh. "So that's why you were okay with me working at the York Corporation as just a secretary. You actually thought might get close enough to him for your schemes!"

They had hoped she would have a chance to win Nash over.

"Why is it that you can accept Nash York, a man who's already married with children, but you can't accept Quincy, a man who's worked his way up through his own hard work? Quincy hasn't done anything to harm you. If you think the Fay fami

needs more wealth, then keep building it yourself. Do you really think an arranged marriage is going to bring more to this family?"

Lydia's voice was filled with frustration. "Others aren't going to add to the Fay family's wealth. They'll just look for ways to take from it. If you're scheming, why can't others scheme too?"

Her father remained composed. "There's nothing wrong with powerful families joining forces. We don't want to support Quincy, and we have the right not to. Are you really willing to leave the family for him?"

Her mother nodded in agreement. "Lydia, a marriage without family support won't last. You might make it through a year or two, but you won't survive a lifetime like that."

Lydia hated hearing them talk this way. It felt like a bucket of cold water being dumped over her head. Quincy had promised he would work hard, but they weren't even willing to give him a chance.

With a cold resolve, Lydia said,

"What happens between Quincy and me is my business. It's true that parents can sometimes break up a relationship, but I don't think Quincy is as bad as you're making him out to be Parents often end up destroying something beautiful. I won't go along with your plans. If you insist on pushing me, you'll only end up with my corpse."

Lydia didn't want things to go this far, but their pressure was suffocating her. In desperation, she grabbed a fruit knife and held it to her own throat.

She was their cherished daughter, the apple of their eye, someone they had raised with so much love and hope, all so she could make the family proud.

But now, seeing Lydia turn against them and threaten her own life for Quincy, her parents were both heartbroken and devastated.