Chapter 109

The first light of dawn crept into the room when Quintessa finally found sleep.

Her shoot was on the afternoon, which allowed her the luxury of a restful morning.

At 8:30 am, Manny returned from his morning errand carrying breakfast for Quintessa. He never forgot the doctor’s advice: three square meals a day, with breakfast being the most important.

He had darted out early to grab some oatmeal, considering its benefits for the stomach, and picked up a few veggie muffins along the way, then he rushed to deliver them to Quintessa.

But could someone explain why, upon opening the door, he was greeted by a man, and not just any man, but the one he loathed and feared the most?

Little Manny was dumbstruck, glancing at the room number: “Sorry, I must have got the wrong room.”

leave, feeling dazed.

“Come back.”

a shiver down Manny’s

door–frame, wearing one of Quintessa’s oversized T–shirts and a pair of trousers, with her slippers on his feet–which were too small, leaving his heels sticking out. Despite the odd attire, he still exuded a disheveled

he gripped the muffins tighter as he sneakily eyed the

got muffins and oatmeal. Quinn has a serious stomach condition. The doctor insisted she

it over, Tyrone demanded.

his teeth and asked, “Mr. York, why are you

internally cursed, wondering when this harbinger of doom

how do I save

not me, should it be you?”

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he knew it, the breakfast was snatched

said, “You’ve got to make sure Quinn eats something, at least finish the oatmeal with dates; it’s good for the stomach. Her condition is serious. Just after you left last time, I took her to the hospital. The doctor said if it’s

Tyrone’s grip faltered.

Mrs. York had told him Quintessa was

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