Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Being genuinely livid this time, Mrs. York spouted the harshest words she had ever said in her life.

But then, Mrs. Harrington really crossed the line, daring to utter such words right in front of her, as if she were invisible. To have the usual small squabbles were one thing, but to audaciously make such a remark was another thing; it was like signing her own death warrant.

Quintessa looked at Mrs. York in shock. She thought she had seen Mrs. York's most cutting side at dinner last time, but who knew there was more to come?

Quintessa suddenly wanted to grab Mrs. York's hand, just like the way she held her mom's hand for comfort when she was a little girl.

Mrs. Harrington spun around furiously, "Cecilia Farley York, say that again."

Mrs. York lifted her chin, "Oh, well done. The snotty little brat who used to trail behind me is now ordering me around."

Mrs. Harrington's face turned beet-red with anger, "Cecilia, don't you bully me just because you can."

I am bullying you with it. What are you going to do about it? You always loved to compete with me, didn't you? Come on then, let's

unintentional dependency in her gaze; she felt that she had

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cautious, worried that people would accuse her of using her status to bully

felt that it was actually quite satisfying to be able to use

she saw Mrs. Harrington's face turn

Harrington, trembling with rage,

the room, started to cry, "Mom, my

her fists and angrily declared, "We're moving to a new room

retorted,

are you calling despicable? Who was it that cried

to turn

it now?"