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Chapter 1245
Lydia was woken by Quincy's voice, his expression filled with concern. Groggily, she opened her eyes and saw him leaning over her. "Quincy... why are you here? My head hurts so much," she murmured, pressing a hand to her temple. It felt like her head was about to split open.
She tried to recall what had happened before she blacked out, but her memory was a blur. The last thing she remembered was seeing a waiter, and then... nothing. She couldn't even piece together how Quincy had found her. Lydia asked Quincy about it, but his expression grew complicated. He hesitated, as if he had something on his mind but wasn't sure whether to say it.
Finally, he chose to hold back. "You're not feeling well, so don't worry about it too much. It's almost morning, and the yacht is returning to the harbor. Let's just get off and head home."
Seeing how evasive he was, Lydia instinctively felt that Quincy was hiding something from her. But her headache was too severe to focus on it. For now, she let it go and pushed the thought aside.
After they disembarked, Quincy took her to a nearby hospital for a checkup. His insistence made her feel uneasy, but she didn't argue. Fortunately, when the results came back, everything seemed fine. "The test shows she inhaled a small amount of anesthesia," the doctor said, frowning slightly. "This type of drug isn't safe for pregnant women. How could you let this happen to your wife?" "Anesthesia?" Lydia's mind raced, trying to remember when she could have come into contact with something like that. And then it clicked.
She quickly spoke up to defend Quincy, "Doctor, it's not his fault. I must've accidentally come into contact with it."
The doctor gave her a skeptical look but didn't press further.
On the drive home, Lydia couldn't shake her suspicions. She finally asked, "Quincy, are you hiding something from me?
"You looked really worried when you found me," she continued. "I remember running out, but when I woke up, I was in a private room. Something doesn't add up."
Quincy knew he couldn't keep it from her any longer. With a sigh, he admitted, "It was Eugene's men who took you."
Lydia froze for a moment, her mind scrambling to process what he had just said. Then, bits of a memory she had almost forgotten resurfaced.
She recalled hearing a man's voice while she was half-unconscious.dt wasn't Quincy's voice, and at the time, it had struck her as odd. Now, with what Quincy had told her, it all made sense.
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Noticing her troubled expression, Quincy added, "Eugene isn't someone you can trust. It's best if you stay away from him."
"I know," Lydia said, frowning. "But I can't figure out why Mrs. Ford would be helping him, or why Eugene has changed so much."
She had always believed that her relationship with Eugene was nothing more than a childhood friendship. Sure, they had grown up together, but that was in the past.
Yet, because of the long-standing connection between their families, Lydia had never really seen Eugene as a threat. She had never expected him to exploit that trust.
What unsettled her the most was that Mrs. Ford, who had always treated her with kindness, seemed to be involved in whatever Eugene was planning. The betrayal weighed heavily on her mind.
Sensing her exhaustion, Quincy
urged her to let it go for now and
rest. Overwhelmed by the floodet
new information, Lydia nodded. absentmindedly, feeling too drained to untangle the mess in her head.
In the days that followed, Lydia did everything she could to avoid the Ford family. Whether it was Mrs. Ford calling her or Eugene sending gifts to her office, Lydia found ways to dodge their advances. Lydia was either making excuses to decline or outright refusing the gifts that were sent to her.
She didn't just avoid the situation but also took a direct approach by confronting Mrs. Ford, "Aunt Nancy, I don't understand why you didn't attend the event that night."