Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 92

Quintessa nodded, and said with a hint of gratitude in her voice. “Thanks, Doc.*

in one ear and out the other.

The doctor just shook his head, clearly sensing that his advice had gone He had Quintessa set up for an IV drip and wrote out a prescription. The nurse swiftly inserted the needle, and Manny held the IV bag. Supporting Quintessa as they made their way to a seat in the hallway.

The drip was clow and it took a full hour for the liquid to empty. But by the end, Quintessa felt that the gnawing pain in her stomach had finally subsided.

During that hour, her mind was haunted by Tyrone’s face.

She was not about to let him off the hook that easily.

Even if playing with a guy like Tyrone was out of her league, she was willing to take the risk. After all, she had nothing to lose–what was there to fear?

a gamble was what

empty, Manny quickly said, “It’s

finish his sentence before Quintessa ripped off the tape securing the needle to the back of her hand and pulled it out herself, blood

Manny gasped, “Quinn!”

stood up,

Manny stuttered, “O–okay.”

handed Quintessa a couple of tissues, “Quinn,

small wound. They were instantly soaked.

put on her face mask; barely taking a few steps, she

“Quintessa

around, she saw the caller and smile intuitively.

here. Oh, that’s right, you’re here to see Ms. Abbott, aren’t you? How’s your little fling? Her face still pretty?” Jerome looked quite well, not the least bit ill. It had been a week since Zenobia was

sauntered over to Quintessa, “Was it you who deliberately had those photos taken, then gave them to Miranda to make her

the hospital for some time, and Miranda was supposed to be making a fuss with him. Surprisingly, he seemed unbothered, which confirmed

work this man was.

Miranda had only herself to blame