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?"

you been looking at

paying him much attention. After

sandwich, "Mom...we can't keep doing

innocently

pointing her

"Oh dear, Alex's face is injured too.

his

said while taking another sip of her porridge, "They both fell in

"Fell in the bathroom...together? You think I was born

red, while Alexander simply looked

tried to explain, "It's

seriously, "So, you were helping each other with your pants and accidentally

help but

his teeth,

he hadn't even solidified his feelings yet, and here his mom was, digging

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

a loss for words,

away, ignoring

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