Cecilia rolled her eyes at Quintessa, “Oh, stop your nonsense. I know my son better than anyone. His interest in you is merely a fleeting infatuation. Once the novelty wears off, he won't even remember you. I’d advise you to take whatever money you can from him now and leave before he grows tired of you and, well, let’s just say he’s not exactly the saint you think he is, you…”
Cecilia went on a tirade, only to realize that Quintessa wasn’t listening—she had already fallen asleep.
Cecilia scoffed and turned away.
After Cecilia fell asleep, Quintessa opened her eyes. The room was decorated warmly, not in a pursuit of sheer opulence but for comfort.
Lying on such a soft bed, Quintessa found herself unable to sleep.
The next morning, Cecilia woke up to find Quintessa gone. She thought Quintessa had snuck into her son's room in the middle of the night, but when she knocked on Tyrone’s bedroom door, she found Quintessa was not there either.
Both the mother and the son came to the realization that the wily girl had left on her own.
Tyrone, with a stern face, came downstairs just as Wilma was telling Cecilia, “Ma’am, Ms. Young left a message that she borrowed a set of your clothes.”
Cecilia was momentarily stunned. “Who gave her the right to wear my clothes without any notice? Did she say anything else?”
Wilma, with a look of difficulty, replied, “She also said 'after having miscarried for your son, wearing one of your dresses isn't too much, is it?'”
That deflated Cecilia instantly.
Indeed, it wasn't too much at all.
Cecilia found it strange, the little vixen leaving so abruptly.
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