Chapter 144

He knew Cecilia wasn’t one for pearls; emeralds were more her style. These days, with pearls being farmed left and right, they hardly seemed special enough for her to wear. It meant that this particular necklace couldn’t have been her purchase.

Among her acquaintances, those who’d dare gift her jewelry were few, and even then, she’d only accept pieces that resonated with her

taste.

This pearl necklace had Rachel written all over it. That woman always aimed to be unconventional.

The thing was, it wasn’t worth much–a mere trinket. Just enough to make it awkward for Cecilia to decline.

Cecilia whispered, “I do like it. The craftsmanship is quite exquisite and it’s just a bit of fun to wear, that’s all.”

Tyrone squinted his eyes at her, “Take it off. Toss it. Don’t dawdle.”

When Tyrone got heated, family ties meant zip for him. It didn’t matter if she was his mother.

Cecilia couldn’t stand up to him. Through clenched teeth, she retorted, “Fine, I’ll toss it. Humph.”

the floor.

hurried over, scooped up the

called out, “Throw

thing, ma’am,” Wilma

was icy, “Mom, remember what I said. Keep your

gou’re just a

her game.”

huffed and sat down, “I’m just bored, okay? You’re never home, and I’ve

could go abroad and live with dad,” he suggested.

face turned to ice. “Unless he’s dead, don’t you dare mention him. I want to

had always been this way, and nothing was going to change

played cards yesterday, Mrs. Harrington asked about her daughter’s

his forehead, “We’ll

you’re tossing, you owe me a new one. I want the best.”

a couple of quarters Quintessa had

then.”

felt like shoving the

of quarters for

the

turned around. He wasn’t usually

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