Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

"Pfft." Quintessa couldn't help but laugh out loud, hastily setting her spoon down, afraid of choking in a moment.

Tyrone lifted his chin provocatively towards Quintessa, a look of prideful arrogance on his face, as if to say: Yeah, that's how badass I am, I say and I do. Cecilia was dumbfounded, "What did you just say? Have you lost your mind?"

Tyrone scowled, "Lost my mind? Yeah, it's fried, totally fried." Fried by his desire.

Quintessa said to Cecilia, "Auntie, your son's head is fine, it's his virility that's in question. You might want to pick up some aphrodisiacs for him."

Tyrone's face darkened as if a storm cloud had settled over him, "Quintessa, just so you know, I'll remember what you said today."

Quintessa took a sip of her soup, "Tsk, can't I speak the truth? I'm just making factual inferences based on your performance."

Cecilia shouted angrily, "Nonsense, my son is perfectly fine."

Then, she quickly turned to Tyrone, "Right, son?" Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Clearly unsure, her anxiety was palpable, her eyes filled with worry, betraying her faltering confidence.

Tyrone felt like he was being driven insane by these two women. He just wanted to say: Mom, could you please just stop talking? I'm not asking for your help, just don't tie down the legs of your son who's striving for greatness,

Tyrone gritted his teeth, "Of course not, why would you believe her nonsense?"

Quintessa rested her chin on her hand, "How is this nonsense? Or was my miscarriage a lie? Young man, don't shy away from seeking medical help. If you don't address it now, it'll only get worse, after all, you don't have any successors yet."

Cecilia was anxious, indeed, her son hadn't had children yet.

With a worried look, she said, "Son, maybe we should go..." (to the hospital)

Tyrone cut Cecilia off, "Mom, please, just go shopping every day, get some beauty treatments, play cards with your friends, and enjoy your afternoon tea. Leave the rest to me. If your intelligence can't keep up, it's best not to worry."

Tyrone was exhausted, truly exhausted.

His mom, his own mom, was easily fooled time and time again by Quintessa.

Believing tales of pregnancies and miscarriages, even accusations of him being quick on the draw. How many times had she been deceived before?

Cecilia huffed, "Who are you saying

can't keep up? If I couldn't keep up, where did you get such a clever brain from? I'm your mother, is it wrong for me to care?" S

Tyrone sighed, feeling weary, "Mom, if I really had an issue, how could she have gotten pregnant?"

Quintessa raised her hand, "That's because I'm healthy and fertile, that's all."

She turned to tease Cecilia, "Auntie, how about I give you a grandson first, so that your son won't... you know."

Cecilia clenched her teeth, her lips twitching as if searching for the right words.

Tyrone held his forehead-damn, she's actually considering it.

Such an unreliable statement, clearly a lie, and yet, his mom!

Tyrone slammed on the table, startling Quintessa and Cecilia.

He declared, “Enough, both of you. If anyone brings this up again, don't blame me for losing my temper with you. Mom, it's midnight, if you don't sleep now, do you want your face to look bad tomorrow?"

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Cecilia immediately touched her face, "I do." but she also wanted a grandson.

Tyrone pointed upstairs, "Go back to sleep, right now."