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?"

York snorted and turned away, ignoring

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

Mrs. York, asking, "Auntie, as a woman, how

a moment, "I'd probably want to

me yet still smiled so sweetly and spoke so kindly. Isn't that terrifying?"

conflicted expression, Quintessa

"What?"

to remain so naive,

unaware of the harshness of the

and Tyrone, "I used to worry that my son would get tired of you, thinking someday you'd be the one in tears. Now

we

right. Who knows, maybe it'll be your son crying in the

hand, "Don't talk to me. I can't

you two sitting here? I've been looking everywhere for you." Serena's vibrant voice suddenly

arm in arm