Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 226

Cecilia huffed, “I just don’t see what’s so great about her.”

Tyrone tapped Cecilia’s forehead gently, “It's okay. You have plenty of time. You’ll gradually see it. Honestly, Mom, you’re acting like a kid; with your seasoned wisdom, you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Rachel might seem nice to you, but behind your back, she might be wielding a knife. Don’t you know that?”

Being scolded like a child by her son, Cecilia felt annoyed. She swatted Tyrone’s hand away, “Alright, alright, I get it. I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but that's okay have breakfast or not, it’s all up to you.”

Tyrone sighed, knowing his mom’s understanding wouldn’t change overnight.

Cecilia grumbled, “I almost forgot something important because of you. Alex’s sister is having her coming-of-age party this weekend. Remember? They’ve mentioned it a bunch of times. It’d be really rude not to attend.”

Tyrone almost forgot about it indeed. Squinting, he seemed to be lost in thought.

After a moment, he replied, “Yeah, of course, I’ll go.”

Cecilia gave him a sidelong glance, “What are you up to now?”

She knew her son well enough to tell he was scheming.

Tyrone just smiled, “Nothing at all. I’ll head out now.”

Quintessa returned to the set early in the morning, focused and undistracted by the daily scandals erupting online. She kept to her shooting schedule and posted updates punctually, sinking into her work.

The public outcry was immense, with calls for justice on the local police department’s Twitter, demanding strict punishment for Lilian, with some even labeling her actions as premeditated murder, given the video evidence of Yolanda’s pleas.

Under public pressure, the police announced they would investigate the matter thoroughly.

Quintessa was surprised at how the tables had turned, wondering who was behind this massive shift in public opinion. It wasn't easy to flip the entire public opinion, let alone fabricate Yolanda's boyfriend's identity. Someone was behind this.

The first person that came to her mind was Tyrone. Hesitantly, she picked up her phone and dialed his number.

The call connected quickly, and Tyrone's voice, sounding like he deserved a good beating, came through, “What’s up? Miss me already?”