Chapter 96

After hanging up the phone, Tyrone was left scratching his head in confusion. This was the first time his mom had ever blown up at him like that. Normally, the feisty old lady was the one tiptoeing around him.

Figuring something serious must be up, he said, “I gotta swing by the house. Mom’s got something going

on.”

Alexander nodded in understanding, “Alright, you head home. This search isn’t gonna wrap up in a flash anyway. You’ve got a solid network back here–keep an eye out for me, will ya?”

“You got it.”

With that, Tyrone took off.

As soon as he walked into the living room, Wilma signaled to him on the down low.

There was his mom, lounging on the couch with an ice pack on her forehead, looking worse for wear.

“What’s so urgent you had to drag me back here?”

In a split second, Cecilia surged to her feet and flung the ice pack at Tyrone. “Urgent? What have you been up to that’s so great, huh?”

Tyrone frowned, “Mom, what’s got you eating firecrackers?”

The mention of firecrackers seemed to make her chest hurt with anger. “Firecrackers? I wish I had swallowed an atomic bomb! Spill it, what were you up to today?”

Tyrone’s face set in a cool mask, “My business isn’t your concern.“

“Not my concern? Did you go see that little siren today?”

“Who?”

Cecilia slapped the table, “That little siren we ran into at your place last time.”

Remembering Quintessa’s smug smile, Tyrone murmured, with his expression chilling further, “Oh, where did we run into her?”

Cecilia, infuriated by his nonchalant demeanor, shot back, “‘Oh‘ is all you can say? Of course, it was at the hospital!”

Tyrone looked up sharply, “The hospital?”

“Yes, the hospital! You little rascal, give me back my grandson.” Cecilia grabbed whatever was at hand and hurled it at Tyrone.

Tyrone dodged nimbly; he couldn’t recall ever seeing his mother so unhinged.

are you ranting about? Since when

white with rage, “You still won’t admit it? That siren is pregnant with your child. Did you tell her to get rid of it? If you don’t even want your own kid, what

Cecilia had ever been

sort out his thoughts, “She

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would you think?”

mind was a jumble, “She

to do the deed but not own up to

feel, “Mom, I thought you disliked

that temptress, I never liked women who reek of trouble. But she’s

a hollow laugh.

glared, “You

thought this woman was playing some

angle–it was probably just

just a grandson, right? I promise you’ll have

the line.”

produce one for me!” Cecilia demanded.

replied, “It’ll happen sooner

that woman was

for real since she came back. Without seed being sown, how

be a

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else would you

jumble, “She said

dare to do the deed but not own up to it? Are you saying you

know how to feel, “Mom, I

of trouble. But she’s carrying a York, and

a hollow laugh.

glared, “You laugh?”

Tyrone thought this woman was playing some

he could guess her angle–it was probably just to make

a grandson, right? I promise you’ll have plenty more down

the line.”

produce one for

happen

was something

even been with her for real since she

a

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the phone, Tyrone was left scratching his head in confusion. This was the first time his mom had ever blown up at him like that. Normally, the feisty old lady was the one

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