Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone )

Chapter 98

Because he figured that if it didn't concern him, if they weren't on his radar, why should he waste time on someone he didn't care about?

Then, Quintessa left.

Tyrone mulled it over for a few days, but still felt that she was just a one-night stand with a bit of intrigue, not worth his prolonged attention. In the past three years, he'd jet off to Serenitia for a mix of vacation and business, yet he never once thought to check on Quintessa.

While he lounged in five-star hotels, savoring gourmet meals, Quintessa was out there somewhere, struggling to get her hands on a slice of bread to stave off hunger,

Tyrone had his grip tightened on the documents, which featured a photo of Quintessa. On the snow-covered streets, she walked alone, in thin clothes, her face marked with distinct bruises.

Her eyes were colder than the snowflakes that settled on her.

Suddenly, Tyrone didn't know what attitude he should adopt for their next meeting.

But she was still irritated with him.

Not in the mood of talking, Tyrone just wanted to go straight upstairs.

But then he remembered something and stopped, saying, “Mom, if you did something not-so-nice to

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somebody, how would you normally, go about apologizing?”

Cecilia's shock was palpable, even with her face mask on.

She'd lived this long and never heard such words from her son.

Cecilia turned off the drama, and took a while to respond: “Apologize? Ty, what's going on? Are you feeling alright? No fever? Oh, I know, have you finally realized the error of your ways, feeling guilty about the child?”

Tyrone's face darkened: “I'm going to bed.”

As Tyrone headed upstairs, Cecilia sat dumbfounded for a good while.

Tyrone thought he did something wrong? Could it be he finally felt that he shouldn't have been such a scoundrel?

Cecilia's thoughts ran wild; she was contemplating the possibility of a grandchild in the near future. That night, Tyrone couldn't fall asleep.