Cecilia was so furious she turned almost green, clutching her chest as she moaned, "Oh, my chest hurts, I can't breathe."

Tyrone remained unmoved, "Mom, stop pretending in front of me."

Cecilia shot back, "How can you talk to your mother like that, you ungrateful child?"

Tyrone glanced at the bedroom door and said, "Mom, you should head back. That little vixen in there, you're no match for her."

Quintessa, what league is she in? And what league is his mom? Quintessa could irritate and obliterate her in a matter of seconds, leaving nothing behind.

Even so, Tyrone felt Quintessa was holding back, probably thinking his mom was too easy to target, and didn't use her full strength.

Cecilia pleaded earnestly, "Yes, yes, I'm no match, but you think you are? Rachel is a far better catch than that little vixen. You could at least play along with Rachel. How can you be with her?"

felt nauseous, "What's Rachel but a downgrade? I've told you before, stop bothering with

being with

"Nope, it doesn't. I

be as shameless as that little vixen?" Cecilia, teeth clenched

door, said, "Mom, I don't meddle in your business, so don't meddle in mine. When I'm tired of playing around, when it's time to marry or have children, I'll take care of it myself. You said you can't

You better keep your

"Of course!"

"That little vixen, you're just letting her be so cocky

come on, do you really not know me by now? No matter how cocky someone is, can they

did believe this; her son was a little devil capable of

careful, okay? Don't let make someone pregnant again, especially after

help but roll his

"What did you say?"

you better

the door, Cecilia left, still unwilling and

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