NovelOnlineChapter 1360
"Get out of my way, stop causing trouble! Tiffany, do you wantto strangle you?" Quincy's eyes were red with
fury.
All he wanted was to explain things to Mr. Fay, but every the tried, someone else jumped in, making
everything even more complicated.
"If you really wantdead, then go ahead and strangle me. | don't care," Tiffany lifted her chin, exposing her
neck to his hands as tears streamed down her face. She knew Quincy would never hurt a woman, much less
strangle her in front of everyone. Tiffany was gambling on the chaos. Even if it made Quincy hate her, it would
be worth it if she could drive a permanent wedge between him and the Fay family.
Mr. Fay, however, was convinced it was all just an act. This was his home, not the set of a soap opera.
Enraged, Mr. Fay kicked at Quincy again. "Make up for it? Over my dead body!"
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"Mr. Fay, if you want to hit someone, hit me, but stop hitting Quincy!" Tiffany cried as she rushed to shield him.
It was at this moment that Lydia emerged, having just read the messages. The scene that greeted her was
shocking. Tiffany standing protectively in front of Quincy, playing the role of the damsel in distress, even going
so far as to push her father.
Lydia saw her father stumble backward, losing his balance. Panicked, she rushed to catch him, but they were too
far apart. She wasn't fast enough to reach him before he fell. Luckily, Eugene stepped in, grabbing Mr. Fay just in
time.
Relieved, Lydia helped steady her father and thanked Eugene. But when she turned to Quincy, her eyes were
filled with disappointment. "Leave. | don't want to see you anymore."
"And what about Quincy? Your father
beat him like this. Are we supposed to just let it go?" Tiffany wasn't backing down, her righteous
indignation spilling over as shea
to place all the blon Mr Fay.
Eugene, well aware that he was responsible for most of Quincy's
injuries, didn't admit a thing
he nodded in agreement with Tiffany's accusations. "He deserved it. Honestly, | think Mr. Fay didn't hit him hard
enough."
"This is assault. We could call the police," Tiffany threatened, pulling out her phone, ready to dial 911.
Both Lydia and Quincy knew that with all the media attention on them right now, even the smallest incident
could blow up.
Mr. Fay, being a company president, would be dragged into a scandal that could tank the company's stock if he
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmended up at the police station. Understanding the consequences, Quincy snatched Tiffany's phone from her and
smashed it to the ground. "Enough! Stop causing trouble!"
"Quincy, this is my house. We're
divorced. You brought your mistress here without permission. That's trespassing. | can call the police just as
easily as you can. Don't think everyone's a fool who'll fall for your threats," Lydia said coldly, her eyes fixed on
him.
Quincy had brought Tiffany here, stirring up her father to the point of rage. And worse, Tiffany had tried to push
her father down. Lydia had seen it all with her own eyes. As for Quincy's injuries, she couldn't find it in herself to
care.
First, he had cto her house uninvited. Second, his pain was nothing compared to the suffering she had
endured.
After all, she had lost their child. A few bruises couldn't cclose to that. If they were both hurting now, at
least it was fair.
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