Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone's smile froze for a moment. Well, he was scolded.

He shamelessly remarked, "Don't worry, that bastard will apologize to you when he gets back."

Quintessa rolled her eyes, "An apology? I couldn't care less about that, unless you give me a kiss."

Mrs. York eavesdropped on their conversation. As soon as she heard Quintessa's words, she immediately said, "Hey, little troublemaker, this is Serena's coming-of-age celebration. Don't create a scene here. Making a scene at home might be excusable, but not outside."

Mrs. York had just finished speaking when her son lifted Quintessa's chin and gave her a peck, "Be good, no more pouting."

Mrs. York pointed at them, "Great, you two are ganging up to annoy me."

Quintessa shook Mrs. York's arm playfully, "Come on, Auntie. You should be happy seeing us this in love. This way, you might get to spoil your grandkids sooner rather than later." Mrs. York snorted but didn't pull her arm away.

The three of them behaved like a close-knit family, leaving Rachel feeling like an outsider, invisible and ignored.

Jealousy and anger flared within her. Everything Quintessa had should have been hers.

Tyrone was supposed to be hers, and Mrs. York was supposed to be kind to her, but Quintessa had stolen it all.

Seeing Quintessa and Mrs. York

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Mrs. York had always been distant

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seemed disdainful, her eyes showed

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Rachel felt an unprecedented threat, as if she was about to lose everything.

She vowed to change this situation.

Suppressing her hatred towards Quintessa, Rachel forced a smile, "Quinn, still holding a grudge against the family? It's been a while since you've been home; everyone misses you."

Only then did Quintessa turn to her. Her smile was mocking as she sized Rachel up, "Oh, Rachel's here too. My apologies, I didn't notice you. But then again, it's not my fault. You've changed so much from three years ago, with those deep wrinkles, you look even older than Auntie. If we stand together, people who don't know us might think we're mother and daughter."

Tyrone couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Mom, she's saying you look young."

Even Mrs. York, naive as she might be, knew that this was the Young family members bickering. She wanted to laugh but restrained herself, scolding Tyrone, "I am young, and I don't need your commentary." Rachel's face grew even paler; Mrs. York's words clearly sided with Quintessa.

Rachel calmed herself and spoke with a gentle smile, "Let bygones be bygones. No matter how big the grudge, it's been three years. After all, we're family, right? Please, come home tomorrow."

Rachel seemed like a true elder, kind, and considerate, gentle and generous, as if she could forgive all of Quintessa's past mistakes.

Quintessa's smile widened, "The past? Are you talking about when I seduced your man and got caught in bed with him?"

Under Mrs. York's astonished gaze,

Quintessa shrugged and quipped, "If that's the case, then yes, I did wrong. But I don't intend to change. In fact, I'm just going to keep doing what I'm doing. So, Rachel, about your man-l use him every day. And he's really handy."