Female Novel
Chapter 241
Watching the backs of the three, Rachel couldn't maintain her composure any longer. She gritted her teeth, her body trembling, and hissed venomously, "Quintessa, just you wait. Let's see how long you can keep that smug smile."
Quintessa had stepped on Rachel's left foot so hard that the skin broke and bled, possibly even damaging the bone. Every movement was excruciatingly painful. Her hair was also tousled, making her look like a madwoman.
Ignoring the mocking glances from those around her, Rachel hobbled towards the restroom. She needed to tidy up her appearance.
She couldn't let all her previous efforts go to waste now.
After sitting down, Mrs. York glanced at Quintessa, lips twitching as if she wanted to speak, then closed her mouth again.
Quintessa could guess what was on Mrs. York's mind. She must have unintentionally scared this innocent old lady. Quintessa asked, "Auntie, are you afraid of me?"
"Don't worry. Auntie, you're so sweet, so good. How could I bear to harm you?"
Mrs. York snorted and turned away, ignoring her.
After a while, feeling the need to speak her mind, Mrs. York turned back hesitantly, "I saw Rachel didn't say anything. Why did you..."
Quintessa interrupted Mrs. York, asking, "Auntie, as a woman, how would you react if someone slept with your beloved man?"
Mrs. York thought for a moment, "I'd probably want to kill her."
Quintessa smiled, putting an arm around Mrs. York's shoulder, "Exactly. She clearly wanted to kill me yet still smiled so sweetly and spoke so kindly. Isn't that terrifying?" Mrs. York thought about it. It actually made some sense!
Seeing Mrs. York's conflicted expression, Quintessa sighed, "Auntie, you're truly blessed."
"What?"
Quintessa smiled, "To be able to remain so naive, so carefree. How blessed." She wished she could be naive and innocent, unaware of the harshness of the world, but someone would have to protect that innocence.
Mrs. York glared at Quintessa and Tyrone, "I used to worry that my son would get tired of you, thinking someday you'd be the one in tears. Now realize, neither of you is any good. I was worrying over nothing. Who knows who'll end up crying in the end."
Tyrone sighed, "Mom, can we not say things like that?"
Quintessa laughed, "You are absolutely right. Who knows, maybe it'll be your son crying in the end."novelbin
Mrs. York brushed off Quintessa's hand, "Don't talk to me. I can't stand seeing you."
"Ty, Cecilia, why are you two sitting here? I've been looking everywhere for you." Serena's vibrant voice suddenly rang out, like a lively warbler coming out of its nest. Even Quintessa couldn't help but look over.
She was arm in arm with Alexander, her smile innocent and her demeanor full of youthful grace. The two shared a striking resemblance. Following them were a stylish middle-aged couple. Content belongs to FindNovel.net Quintessa instantly guessed that these were the Harringtons, with Serena being the center of attention today.
Mrs. York stood up with a smile, taking Serena's hand, "My dear, you look absolutely stunning today. You've grown into a fine young lady in the blink of an eye."
Quintessa watched them exchange
pleasantries, her eyes on Serena. The
18-year-old girl was youthful and beautiful, her eyes pure and herm whole demeanor exuded happiness and innocence. Her eyes were not the same as Quintessa's, which reflect the worldly experience and hardships.
No, not everyone's eighteen could be carefree like this. At 8, Quintessa's gaze held more complexity than Serena could fathom at 18.
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