Chapter 69


    Quintessa nced at Tyrone with a hint of mischief. “Since Mr. York is so keen today, let’s just say I’ll


    let you in on a few more secrets!”


    Though she couldn’t eliminate Tyrone, she couldn’t keep being threatened by him either.


    If he already knew one of her secrets, well then, she might as well let him in on another. Transform him


    from a mere witness into an aplice.


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    Quintessa always lived by the rule: If I can’t have it my way, neither can you.


    Tyrone was all too eager, and so, he was going to be dragged into the mire as well.


    Tyrone raised an eyebrow. “I’m game!”


    A surge of excitement bubbled within him, reminiscent of the thrill he felt during his school days when


    getting up to no good–it was oddly invigorating.


    They pulled up to the outskirts of the hospital in Tyrone’s car.


    The hospital was quiet in the dead of night, with few souls around; an eerie silence pervaded the air.


    They could almost smell the antiseptic even before getting too close.


    Quintessa hopped out of the car and headed straight for the inpatient building.


    Tyrone grabbed her arm. “You’re really nning to just waltz in like that?”


    Quintessa rolled her eyes. “Do you honestly think I’m that stupid?”


    Dodging hospital surveince, they made their way to the on–call room where the nurse was sound


    asleep. Tyrone clearly saw Quintessa effortlessly unlock a secured closet and pull out a whiteb coat


    and a set of scrubs.


    In thedies‘ restroom, Quintessa said, “Put it on.”


    Tyrone refused, “I don’t do second–hand clothes.”


    Who knew what kind of person had worn those scrubs before? Tyrone never used anything that wasn’t


    his own.


    Quintessa snorted. “Really?”


    The next second, she spun around and turned on the faucet, then she grabbed a cup that had been


    lying around for who knows how long, filled it with water, and drenched Tyrone with it.


    Tyrone, getting all soaked, eximed, “You!?”


    Quintessa dropped the cup and held up theb coat. “You’vee all this way tonight. You’ll wear it


    whether you like it or not.”


    She was determined to drag Tyrone down with her.


    He looked at his wet shirt, then back at Quintessa, and suddenly wondered if he’d been led astray by


    her.


    Tyrone raised an eyebrow, wearing a mischievous smirk on his face. “You going to dress me?”


    In the harsh fluorescent light, his wet figure managed not to look disheveled. Some people always


    seemed to carry an air of sophistication, no matter the circumstances.


    As he gazed upon that face that could dazzle time itself, Quintessa felt a teasing itch. “I’m more used to


    taking clothes off than putting them on.”


    Tyrone stepped closer and closer, until his face was inches from hers. “Taking clothes off is definitely


    better. We’re alone here!”


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    The Innuendo in his voice was crystal clear, just short of outright suggesting they make the most of


    their privacy.


    Quintessa pushed away Tyrone’s wandering hand. “Fine, I’ll help you get dressed.”


    As she helped him into theb coat, shemanded, “Let’s go, Mr. York!”


    Both wearing surgical masks, they left together.


    Tyrone led the way; he was not even flinching as they passed the surveince cameras. The inpatient


    building was deserted, and their footsteps were the only sound echoing through the halls.


    They reached the ICU ward without incident. Under her mask, Quintessa’s smile was dark and sinister.


    She grabbed Tyrone and pulled him into the room.


    On the bedy Matthew, eyes closed; hisplexion was deathly pale, with an oxygen mask strapped


    to his face.


    Quintessa gently caressed Matthew’s cheek and whispered tenderly, “Dear brother, your sister is here


    to visit.”


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