Chapter 391

Mrs. York's casual mention of "home" struck a chord deep within Quintessa's heart, a concept that felt distant and foreign to her.

But ever since Mrs. York and Tyrone had become part of her life, there was this new warmth surrounding her, much like the bowl of hot porridge delivered to her doorstep early in the morning. It wasn't something you'd pick up from a street vendor; it was the kind of meal only a mother would make.

"We're both fine, just some scratches," Quintessa tried to reassure.

Mrs. York sighed as she glanced at Quintessa, “But those are still injuries. I saw the pictures online; it looked so dangerous."

Tyrone remained silent, quickly finishing the breakfast his mother brought. Frowning, he asked, "Mom, is there no bacon?"

Mrs. York playfully slapped his arm, "Bacon? Early in the morning? Be grateful I brought you something to eat at all."

Quintessa took a sip of her porridge with lily bulbs and dates, not too sweet, but satisfyingly delicious. She smiled, "I like it."

Mrs. York patted her head, "Eat up."

Tyrone grimaced, taking a bland sip of his porridge. Man, his face hurt!

Suddenly, Mrs. York exclaimed, "Oh my, son, how did you get hurt?"

"Mom, haven't you been looking at

her response. She hadn't been paying him much attention. After all, she had been looking at her silly boy for over 20 years. What was there left to

bit into a sandwich, "Mom...we can't

York innocently

York, pointing her

York gasped, "Oh dear, Alex's face is injured too. You guys didn't get into a fight, did

his teeth,

taking another sip of her porridge, "They both fell

her eyes, "Fell in the

Alexander simply looked out

to

were helping each other with your pants

help but laugh

his

solidified his feelings

moving to sit next to Quintessa, "I'm just asking, why so angry?

was at a loss for words, giving Quintessa a pleading look

away, ignoring

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