Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Watching the backs of the three, Rachel couldn't maintain her composure any longer. She gritted her teeth, her body trembling, and hissed venomously, "Quintessa, just you wait. Let's see how long you can keep that smug smile."

Quintessa had stepped on Rachel's left foot so hard that the skin broke and bled, possibly even damaging the bone. Every movement was excruciatingly painful. Her hair was also tousled, making her look like a madwoman.

Ignoring the mocking glances from those around her, Rachel hobbled towards the restroom. She needed to tidy up her appearance.

She couldn't let all her previous efforts go to waste now.

After sitting down, Mrs. York glanced at Quintessa, lips twitching as if she wanted to speak, then closed her mouth again.

Quintessa could guess what was on Mrs. York's mind. She must have unintentionally scared this innocent old lady. Quintessa asked, "Auntie, are you afraid of me?"

"Don't worry. Auntie, you're so sweet, so good. How could I bear to harm you?"

snorted and

while, feeling the need to speak her mind, Mrs. York turned back hesitantly,

Mrs. York, asking, "Auntie, as a woman, how would you react

thought for a moment,

She clearly wanted to kill me yet still smiled so sweetly and spoke so kindly. Isn't that

Mrs. York's conflicted expression, Quintessa

"What?"

to remain so naive, so carefree. How

and innocent, unaware of the harshness

at Quintessa and Tyrone, "I used to worry that my son would get tired of you, thinking someday you'd be the one in tears. Now realize, neither of you is any good. I was

"Mom, can we not say things

Who knows, maybe it'll be your son

brushed off Quintessa's hand, "Don't talk to me. I can't

suddenly rang out, like a lively warbler coming out of its nest.

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