Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 155

For Miranda, Quintessa was a ticking time bomb. The three years since Quintessa’s absence had been the best times she had lived through.

She had thought this comfort would last forever, but Quintessa burst back onto the scene without any warning, making a high-profile comeback. There she was, standing on a grand stage, the center of everyone’s attention; she looked dazzlingly beautiful, as if no one could dim her radiance.

This sharply pricked at Miranda, stirring up memories of past days that were filled with Quintessa’s presence.

Quintessa’s sudden reappearance was even more shocking to Miranda than the time when Jerome had said he wanted to break up with her.

Although Lilian was shocked as well, she quickly calmed down. “Easy now. I’ll call your dad, have him come back ASAP. This little wrench is looking for trouble. I was just wondering where to find her.”

Lilian’s hatred for Quintessa was no less intense than Miranda’s.

Her greatest regret now was not having dealt with Quintessa and her despicable mother once and for all in the past.

Letting Quintessa live had disturbed the entire Young household.

The young family was in utter chaos, but Lilian's attempts to call Sean were all unsuccessful.

At that moment, Sean was busy house-hunting with Yolanda Temple. While signing the down payment contract, his phone rang. Seeing it was Lilian, he promptly switched his phone to airplane mode.

After finalizing the house purchase, Sean wrapped his arm around Yolanda and said, “Take good care of yourself and the baby. Don’t worry about anything else.”

Yolanda nodded, “Okay, I understand.”

She was pregnant, just one month along.

Had it been any earlier, Sean would have insisted on termination. But now he desperately needed a son, especially with the doctors having confirmed that Matthew would likely never wake up, and Lilian unable to have more children.

Yolanda’s pregnancy came as a miraculous lifeline for Sean.

The Internet was abuzz with comments:

#CryingWithBeauty, where did the director find her?#

#I could stare at my screen for a year now. Seeing you, I finally know what a God looks like#

Apart from those dazzled by Quintessa’s beauty, some onlookers speculated that she must have a strong backing and hoped she wasn’t just another pretty face.

Online discussions about Quintessa were split into two camps: positioning her either as a God or a mere decorative vase.

Quintessa scrolled through the comments and discovered no hate as of yet, attributing the current peace to the brewing period such discussions require. But she knew that the onslaught of acrimony was imminent; it was bound to erupt by tonight or, at the latest, by tomorrow.

Quintessa smirked to herself: Bring it on, and make it fierce.