Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone ) novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94 

As the needle pierced into the IV line, Quintessa pushed the sedative into the drip with a sinister precision. 

With a sardonic chuckle, she whispered to herself, “Sweet dreams, dear sister.” 

Once outside the hospital room, Manny sidled up to Quintessa, his voice tinged with anxiety. “Quinn, what if something goes wrong? What if someone finds out?” 

Quintessa shrugged off the concern with a careless wave of her hand. “So what if they do?” 

Though she harbored a burning grudge against the entire Young clan, Quintessa wasn’t about to commit daylight murder. She’d merely administered a dose strong enough to keep Miranda sleeping for days, nothing lethal. 

Besides, with the sedative coursing through Miranda’s veins via the IV, it would be untraceable. 

There were no cameras at the door of the hospital room, so there was no evidence to worry about. 

This was merely a lesson for Miranda, a small dose of comeuppance. 

Quintessa hadn’t gone as far as to inject her with anything truly destructive like HIV or any contagious disease–that would have been 

mercy. 

Manny supported the feigning frail Quintessa as they walked to the hospital parking lot, where, by sheer coincidence, they bumped into 

someone. 

Upon locking eyes, both Quintessa and the newcomer paused; an immediate mutual dislike flashed between them. 

Quick as a cat, Quintessa had her lips curled into a faux–friendly smile. “What a surprise, Cecilia, to run into you here.” 

Cecilia, clutching her designer purse, scowled coldly. “What are you doing here?” 

Just seeing this little temptress irked Cecilia to no end. 

With a theatrical sigh, Quintessa touched her abdomen in a display of woe. “Well, you might want to ask your son about that. I’m pregnant with his child, and he doesn’t want it. Looks like I have no choice but to get rid of it.” 

Manny’s jaw dropped. Wait a minute–what happened to a simple stomachache? 

The composure which Cecilia prided herself on was shattered at the revelation; her eyes were widening as she scrutinized Quintessa, as if trying to see through her very soul. 

Quintessa’s face was ghostly pale; her body was quivering, and her lips bloodless: She truly looked the part of a woman who had just lost a child.