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.

as Wilma was telling Cecilia, "Ma'am,

was momentarily stunned. "Who gave her the right to wear my clothes without

"She also said 'after having miscarried for your son, wearing one of your dresses isn't too

That deflated Cecilia instantly.

too much

strange, the little

behind her with a dark expression, "She also said thanks for letting

expressions on both Tyrone and

Cecilia hastily retreated to

rang. Wilma answered and quickly called Tyrone back, "Sir, it's your father on the

further as

take care of some affairs here?

Tyrone scoffed dismissively, "No.

busy trying to give me a little brother? Keep at it; leave everything to him. I've got things to

Mom."

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