Cecilia rolled her eyes at Quintessa, "Oh, stop your nonsense. I know my son better than anyone. His interest in you is merely a fleeting infatuation. Once the novelty wears off, he won't even remember you. I' advise you to take whatever money you can from him now and leave before he grows tired of you and, well, let's just say he's not exactly the saint you think he is, you..."

Cecilia went on a tirade, only to realize that Quintessa wasn't listening-she had already fallen asleep.

Cecilia scoffed and turned away.

After Cecilia fell asleep, Quintessa opened her eyes. The room was decorated warmly, not in a pursuit of sheer opulence but for comfort.

Lying on such a soft bed, Quintessa found herself unable to sleep.

The next morning, Cecilia woke up to find Quintessa gone. She thought Quintessa had snuck into her son's room in the middle of the night, but when she knocked on Tyrone's bedroom door, she found Quintessa was not there either.

Both the mother and the son came to the realization that the wily girl had left on her own.

Wilma was telling Cecilia, "Ma'am, Ms. Young left a message that

wear my clothes without

difficulty, replied, "She also said 'after having miscarried for your son, wearing one of your

That deflated Cecilia instantly.

too much

found it strange, the little vixen leaving so

with a dark expression, "She also said thanks

Tyrone

see about breakfast." Cecilia hastily

leave when the house phone rang. Wilma answered and quickly called

sour mood soured further as he picked

drop by Serenitia and take care of

Tyrone scoffed dismissively, "No.

at it; leave everything to him. I've got things to do. That's all for now, Dad. In the future, just call my cell directly, don't call the

Mom."

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