Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 165

Cecilia gritted her teeth as she glanced at Quintessa, then spun around and bellowed at Tyrone, “You? Shut up and get over here, now!”

She yanked her son into the bedroom and slammed the door behind them with a bang..

Quintessa arched an eyebrow, thinking to herself, let mother and son hash it out themselves.

Inside the bedroom, Cecilia glowered at Tyrone with a look of utter disappointment, “I’ve always known you were no saint, but you’re my son, and I’ve held my tongue. But we can’t be acting like savages!”

Tyrone massaged his temples, thinking, great, now I’m a savage?

Quintessa had really done a number on his reputation with his own mother.

Tyrone tried to defend himself, “Mom, what if I told you I didn’t do it, would you believe me?”

Cecilia eyed him skeptically, “I believe you? Yeah, when pigs fly.”

Tyrone was at a loss for words.

Why did his mom take Quintessa’s words over his?

Had his standing in his mother’s heart always been this low?

Cecilia pointed out the door and said sternly, “That temptress was out there, I can’t stand her. But she’s still a young woman; you can’t just go around treating people like dirt.”

Tyrone clenched his jaw, “Mom!”

Cecilia cut him off with a slap on the wrist, “Enough. You better break it off with her. She’s no good, and neither are you. Find yourself a nice girl to settle down with; that’s the proper way.”

Tyrone didn’t bother defending himself anymore; it was futile. He drawled, “What if she clings to me and refuses to break it off?”

Cecilia replied, “Pay her off. That kind of girl usually goes away for money.”

A slight smile curled on Tyrone’s lips, “Mom, if you think I’m such a bad person, why should I go and ruin some nice girl’s life? Maybe I should just stick with the one out there. After all, we’re cut from the same cloth, right?”

If Quintessa could be swayed by money, he would have succeeded long ago. Why would he go through all this trouble up until now?

Cecilia’s expression suddenly changed, “Are you serious?”

Tyrone’s face broke into a sly grin, “Serious about what?”

Cecilia scrutinized him for a moment, “Never mind, but let me make myself clear, my disdain for that little witch won’t change. But you can’t treat people like they’re nothing. Let there not be a repeat of today’s events, or else I,”

“What will you do?”

“I’ll wallop you!”

Eventually, the two came from the bedroom to find Quintessa unapologetically sipping on a bowl of chicken soup. She looked up at them and said, “I’m really sorry, I was just so hungry I couldn’t help myself.”

Cecilia had prepared a warning on the tip of her tongue, but upon seeing Quintessa, she hesitated and remained silent.

Moreover, seeing how deliciously Quintessa was enjoying the soup made Cecilia suddenly feel that, at least this little witch had a palate and could appreciate her cooking.

Quintessa took another sip of the soup and said, “By the way, madam, your phone has been ringing non–stop just now.” NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Cecilia hurried over to grab her cell phone from the table and saw the missed calls from Rachel.

Cecilia’s first instinct was to hide it from her son to avoid another showdown.

But as she was about to stash the phone away, it rang again.

Quintessa, with a smirk, stuck a piece of chicken into her mouth, “You might as well answer it. Rachel’s been calling so much; it could be something urgent, don’t you think?”