Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Neither of them spoke another word as Tyrone drove as if he were on a mission, the buildings and streetlights blurring past like phantoms.

Quintessa's face grew pale as she clenched her teeth, "I haven't finished my business yet. If you dare drag me to death, I swear I'll make sure you won't be much of a man either."

Finding a new way to torment Quintessa, Tyrone pressed the accelerator harder, laughing, "If I can't achieve my grand goals in this lifetime, what difference does it make whether I'm a man or not?" Thinking of his grand goals, Quintessa felt an urge to kick him, but realizing he was driving, she reluctantly withdrew her raised foot.

Gripping the seatbelt tightly, Quintessa sneered, "Your mom was right. You never knew what a face was and what buttocks were since you were little, did you?"

Tyrone felt like he was being buried by the traps his own mother set for him.

He retorted sarcastically, "The two of you really found a common ground."

"Yeah, your mom even told me."

Tyrone cut her off abruptly, "Thanks, but I'd rather not know. Shut up."

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Tyrone glared at her, his eyes filled with deep resentment, "I guarantee if you say another word, I'll pull over and we'll have a roadside romp."

They drove on in silence, finally reaching the hospital safely. Before getting out, Quintessa suddenly asked Tyrone, "Tyrone Young, why are you helping me?" Hearing her mentioning him as "Tyrone Young," Tyrone's face darkened, "I'm a man of my word. I said I'd give you what you want, and I will."

Quintessa paused with her hand on the car door.

A sudden, unexpectedly complex surge of emotions rushed through her heart.

Tyrone kicked the passenger door, "Are you getting out or waiting for me to come up and play car games with you?"

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Quintessa got out of the car, noticing the dent on the door that Tyrone had kicked. She sneered, "Such a spendthrift, not even sparing a Mercedes."

"I've got the money, so I'll kick if I want. What's it to you?" Tyrone kicked again, raising his chin provocatively at Quintessa.

She looked at him as if he was mentally deficient.

"Keep kicking. It's not mine anyway. It's your business if you want to burn money but having low intelligence isn't right. I've finally realized, you do have some resemblance to your mother."

Leaving those words behind, Quintessa walked away.

Tyrone stood there for a moment before it hit him. Quintessa was implying that he and his mom both lacked intelligences.

Tyrone angrily caught up to her, declaring his intelligence was perfectly fine, just not around Quintessa.

Dodging nurses and doctors, Tyrone led Quintessa to Yolanda's hospital room. She was in a regular single room without anyone to accompany her, just herself, and Sean was nowhere to be found. S

Seeing Yolanda lying there, pale, and weak, Quintessa couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, "I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess."