Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone )

Quintessa's smirk slowly faded from her face.

Well, after all, Alexander had saved her. Let it be.

Suddenly, Mrs. York pinched both Tyrone and Quintessa on the cheek, scolding, "What are you two staring at? Eat up. Those filthy things won't do any good to your appetite. If you don't finish your meal, you're not getting any tomorrow."

Mrs. Harrington trembled with rage. She had been trying to intimidate Mrs. York for years and often taking pleasure in stomping over her whenever she got the chance.

It's a strange feeling when the person you've been bullying suddenly stands up for themselves. The bully finds the newfound balance unsettling.

Quintessa immediately lifted her head and smiled sweetly, "Auntie, your cooking is delicious."

Without realizing it, Quintessa felt a closeness to Mrs. York. Speaking softly, she had her usual sharp edges softened; she looked just like an everyday girl enjoying her meal, her cheeks puffing with each bite. Mrs. York couldn't help but itch to pinch them more.

Rubbing her fingers together, Mrs. York patted Quintessa's head, "Then eat up, dear. Let me know what you want, and I'll bring it over tomorrow."

The old Quintessa might have said, "No trouble," or, "I eat anything, I'm not picky."

But today, she admitted, "Actually, I have a sweet tooth."

Tyrone chimed in, "Mom, I like meat."

Mrs. York pushed his face away with one hand.

Seeing the harmonious chat between them and feeling utterly left out, Tyrone sighed. It felt a bit like being the unwanted one.

Yet, with a smirk played on his lips, Tyrone felt his mood surprisingly good.

After dinner, Tyrone asked Mrs. York to head back. It was getting dark, and they didn't need a chaperone.

Refusing to leave, Mrs. York glanced sideways at Mrs. Harrington with a scoff. She wasn't about to leave Susan, that wretched woman, behind. She wasn't foolish.

When Mrs. Harrington suggested Alexander change his hospital room, he refused.

"Mom, you should go back. I'm fine here. You saw it's just a minor injury. Take Serena home."

"But you..."

Seeing her mom about to erupt again, Serena quickly intervened, "Mom, don't be mad. I also think Alex is okay. Let's go back and let him rest. We'll come back tomorrow."

Mrs. Harrington glared at Quintessa

and coldly sneered, "Alex, remember your status Even if you have the

heart for her, I will never allow her step into the Harrington family. Trash remains trash, even when dressed in finery; its vile nature remained unchanged. The Harrington bloodline won't be

tainted by her."

Quintessa, holding Mrs. York's hand, retorted, "Auntie, some people are just laughable. Where do they get all this confidence from? Acting as if they're so noble, yet not realizing if they're even worth a second glance. Puffing themselves up like they're something special when they're

nothing but a joke."

Mrs. York rolled her eyes, "Exactly. Living like a joke and yet so full of themselves. What are they really? Less than a yard-bird."

Mrs. Harrington's teeth nearly cracked from clenching, "Cecilia, don't push it!"

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Mrs. York Spread her hands, feigning innocence, "Did I mention you? Jumping to conclusions, aren't we? And what can you do if I did cross the line? Upset? Well, be upset then!"