Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 97

Tyrone asked with a mix of frustration and disbelief, “Why do you hate that siren so much, ma? With the baby gone, she can’t use that to worm her way into our family. Isn’t that a good thing? If she actually managed to get her foot through our front door, do you really think life would be a bed of roses?”

Cecilia huffed with an air of Irrefutable authority, “Good or bad, that’s my business. Don’t you try to sidestep this, or feed me any of your tall tales. You’re not getting any younger, Tyrone. Do you really think you can just snap your fingers and have kids whenever you want? You’ve lost your own flesh and blood, and I tell you, you just wait and see. Hmph!”

Rubbing his temple, Tyrone felt a headache brewing from his mother’s relentless nagging.

Quintessa was an absolute nightmare. He rose abruptly, “I’ve got to run. Something’s come up.”

Cecilia’s voice boomed behind him, “Tyrone, you think you can just sweep this under the rug? Think again!” He halted midstride, and turned back briefly, “Mom, you should wise up a bit, too.”

“Wise up? Who are you calling clueless? You stay right there!”

After escaping the family drama, Tyrone made a call to his assistant. “James, can you dig up what Quintessa was up to at the hospital today?”

that Quintessa was just being her usual thorn–in–the–side self,

part of him

He

but

there to get

The following mongst

handed Tyrone a stack of papers. “Mr. York, Ms. Quintessa Young went to the hospital for a gastric issue yesterday. She was on an IV drip. And here’s the information you asked me to compile on Ms. Young’s past three years abroad. It took some time because she moved around quite a bit in Serenitia, and some

concern eased–but only momentarily. Upon reviewing

had been nothing short of a harrowing series of odd jobs and

escapes.

their persecution. She had

hunted.

lived on the streets,

her darkest moments, when she was close to death, not a soul offered her warmth or a helping hand to shield her from life’s

land, amidst the cold indifference of strangers and relentless attacks from her own kin, she fought like a cornered animal–bloody and battered, but somehow she

was

woman, the harder it seemed for her to live in this era.

knew the hardships Quintessa endured, nor could anyone