Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone ) novel Chapter 206

Quintessa’s words dropped like a bomb, exploding in the middle and instantly changing the Lott family’s expressions. Jerome, with a scowl that could freeze hell over, swiftly yanked his arm away from Miranda’s grasp.

Nineteen boyfriends? What on earth could that mean? Anyone hearing it would probably snicker to themselves, thinking her as Miss Collect-’em-all?

Quintessa smirked inwardly. Wasn’t I accused of stealing others’ boyfriends? Well, let me tell you just how many I’ve ‘stolen.’

Was the number nineteen or not, she could not remember exactly. But it was just a bluff, but she would make the Lott family believe that number was absolutely real.

Leaning her head against Jerome’s arm, Quintessa played her part to the hilt: “Yeah, I’m that notorious sister, snatching all her boyfriends. You got it right.”

Miranda turned ashen, her voice quivering, “Quintessa, shut up! When did I start dating in junior year? And when did I ever date nineteen guys? You’re slandering me! Please don’t believe her. She’s just trying to smear my name. You don’t know how malicious she can be. Ever since we were kids, she’s always been throwing dirt on me. Please, don’t believe her!”

Tears brimmed in Miranda’s eyes, her voice cracking in desperation to prove her innocence, which softened the Lott parents’ expressions slightly.

But then, Quintessa dropped another bombshell: “Really? How come I remember it then? In the ninth grade, you and a boy from the next class went off to a motel, got caught by the teacher, and parents of both of you were called in. Oh, that memory sticks because I was the one who tipped off the teacher.”

After saying that, Quintessa teasingly winked at Miranda.

Mention of the past and the truth behind it made Miranda tremble with anger: “It was you!”

Quintessa shrugged, “Who else did you think? Oh, and in your junior year of high school, you shacked up with that basketball player from your class for two months until his parents kicked you out of the apartment. I didn't get any of that wrong, did I? You should thank me for that one—I was the one who took photos of you two living together and sent them to the boy's family. I did it for your own good. How could you afford to be in a relationship with such a tight high school schedule?”

All those past incidents were Quintessa's doings, and with her emotions like gunpowder all night, easily ignited without her parents to calm her, Miranda exploded, screaming, “Quintessa, I’ll kill you!”

Jerome held Miranda back, “Is there anything else?”

Quintessa played innocent: “There’s more. When my sister was a sophomore in college, she had a miscarriage and bled heavily. I was the one who gave her the blood transfusion. That was my blood, sis. You can deny everything else, but not that, right?”

Miranda, beyond reasoning, screamed at the top of her lungs, “You're lying, all of it is a lie!”

Quintessa tsked, “Am I lying? But I have the hospital records right here.”

Sure enough, she produced a document, dated years back, clearly stating: Patient: Miranda, treated for severe bleeding due to a miscarriage.

Nathan and Fiona, holding the diagnosis, looked incredibly grim. Quintessa, with feigned kindness, added, “Come on, sis, it’s a modern world. What's wrong with having a few boyfriends? I’m sure your future in-laws won’t mind. They won’t mind.”