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.

face, came downstairs just as Wilma was telling Cecilia, "Ma'am,

wear my clothes without any

said 'after having miscarried for your son, wearing one

That deflated Cecilia instantly.

it wasn't too

the little

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

both Tyrone and Cecilia were

breakfast." Cecilia hastily retreated

was about to leave when the house phone rang. Wilma answered

sour mood soured further as

Serenitia and take care of some

Tyrone scoffed dismissively, "No.

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

Mom."

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