Chapter 96
After hanging up the phone, Tyrone was left scratching his head in confusion. This was the first time his
mom had ever blown up at him like that. Normally, the feisty olddy was the one tiptoeing around him.
Figuring something serious must be up, he said, “I gotta swing by the house. Mom’s got something
going
on.”
Alexander nodded in understanding, “Alright, you head home. This search isn’t gonna wrap up in a
sh anyway. You’ve got a solidwork back here–keep an eye out for me, will ya?”
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“You got it.”
With that, Tyrone took off.
As soon as he walked into the living room, Wilma signaled to him on the down low.
There was his mom, lounging on the couch with an ice pack on her forehead, looking worse for wear.
“What’s so urgent you had to drag me back here?”
In a split second, Cecilia surged to her feet and flung the ice pack at Tyrone. “Urgent? What have you
been up to that’s so great, huh?”
Tyrone frowned, “Mom, what’s got you eating firecrackers?”
The mention of firecrackers seemed to make her chest hurt with anger. “Firecrackers? I wish I had
swallowed an atomic bomb! Spill it, what were you up to today?”
Tyrone’s face set in a cool mask, “My business isn’t your concern.“
“Not my concern? Did you go see that little siren today?”
“Who?”
Cecilia pped the table, “That little siren we ran into at your cest time.”
Remembering Quintessa’s smug smile, Tyrone murmured, with his expression chilling further, “Oh,
where did we run into her?”
Cecilia, infuriated by his nonchnt demeanor, shot back, “‘Oh‘ is all you can say? Of course, it was at
the hospital!”
Tyrone looked up sharply, “The hospital?”
“Yes, the hospital! You little rascal, give me back my grandson.” Cecilia grabbed whatever was at hand
and hurled it at Tyrone.
Tyrone dodged nimbly; he couldn’t recall ever seeing his mother so unhinged.
He snapped, “Mom, what are you ranting about? Since when do you have a grandson?”
Cecilia pointed at him, her face white with rage, “You still won’t admit it? That siren is pregnant with
your child. Did you tell her to get rid of it? If you don’t even want your own kid, what kind of man are
you?“
This was probably the angriest Cecilia had ever been with Tyrone.
Rubbing his temples, Tyrone tried to sort out his thoughts, “She told you she’s pregnant?”
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“What else would you think?”
Tyrone’s mind was a jumble, “She said the kid is mine?”
Cecilia smacked him several times in rapid session, “You dare to do the deed but not own up to it?
Are you saying you never slept with her?”
Tyrone didn’t quite know how to feel, “Mom, I thought you disliked her?”
Cecilia’s eyes brimmed with tears, “Of course I dislike that temptress, I never liked women who reek of
trouble. But she’s carrying a York, and you just decide to throw it away? I can’t deal with this.”
Tyrone let out a hollowugh.
Cecilia red, “Youugh?”
Grinding his teeth, Tyrone thought this woman was ying some twisted game.
He didn’t confront Quintessa, he could guess her angle–it was probably just to make his life hell.
Instead, Tyrone said, “What’s the rush? It’s just a grandson, right? I promise you’ll have plenty more
down
the line.”
“So produce one for me!” Cecilia demanded.
Tyrone replied, “It’ll happen sooner orter.”
Quintessa, that woman was something else.
Damn it, he hadn’t even been with her for real since she came back. Without seed being sown, how
could
there be a child?
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“What else would you think?”
Tyrone’s mind was a jumble, “She said the kid is mine?”
Cecilia smacked him several times in rapid session, “You dare to do the deed but not own up to it?
Are you saying you never slept with her?”
Tyrone didn’t quite know how to feel, “Mom, I thought you disliked her?”
Cecilia’s eyes brimmed with tears, “Of course I dislike that temptress; I never liked women who reek of
trouble. But she’s carrying a York, and you just decide to throw it away? I can’t deal with this.”
Tyrone let out a hollowugh.
Cecilia red, “Youugh?”
Grinding his teeth, Tyrone thought this woman was ying some twisted game.
He didn’t confront Quintessa; he could guess her angle–it was probably just to make his life hell.
Instead, Tyrone said, “What’s the rush? It’s just a grandson, right? I promise you’ll have plenty more
down
the line.”
“So produce one for me!” Cecilia demanded.
Tyrone replied, “It’ll happen sooner orter.”
Quintessa, that woman was something else.
Damn it, he hadn’t even been with her for real since she came back. Without seed being sown, how
could
there be a child?
Chapter 96
After hanging up the phone, Tyrone was left scratching his head in confusion. This was the first time his
mom had ever blown up at him like that. Normally, the feisty olddy was the one tiptoeing around him.
Figuring something serious must be up, he said, “I gotta swing by the house. Mom’s got something
going
on.”
Alexander nodded in understanding, “Alright, you head home. This search isn’t gonna wrap up in a
sh anyway. You’ve got a solidwork back here–keep an eye out for me, will ya?”
“You got it.”
With that, Tyrone took off.
As soon as he walked into the living room, Wilma signaled to him on the down low.
There was his mom, lounging on the couch with an ice pack on her forehead, looking worse for wear.
“What’s so urgent you had to drag me back here?”
In a split second, Cecilia surged to her feet and flung the ice pack at Tyrone. “Urgent? What have you
been up to that’s so great, huh?”
Tyrone frowned, “Mom, what’s got you eating firecrackers?”
The mention of firecrackers seemed to make her chest hurt with anger. “Firecrackers? I wish I had
swallowed an atomic bomb! Spill it, what were you up to today?”
Tyrone’s face set in a cool mask, “My business isn’t your concern.”
“Not my concern? Did you go see that little siren today?”
“Who?”
Cecilia pped the table, “That little siren we ran into at your cest time.”
Remembering Quintessa’s smug smile, Tyrone murmured, with his expression chilling further, “Oh,
where did we run into her?”
Cecilia, infuriated by his nonchnt demeanor, shot back, ” ‘Oh‘ is all you can say? Of course, it was at
the hospital!”
Tyrone looked up sharply, “The hospital?”
“Yes, the hospital! You little rascal, give me back my grandson.” Cecilia grabbed whatever was at hand
and hurled it at Tyrone.
Tyrone dodged nimbly; he couldn’t recall ever seeing his mother so unhinged.
He snapped, “Mom, what are you ranting about? Since when do you have a grandson?”
Cecilia pointed at him, her face white with rage, “You still won’t admit it? That siren is pregnant with
your child. Did you tell her to get rid of it? If you don’t even want your own kid, what kind of man are
you?”
This was probably the angriest Cecilia had ever been with Tyrone.
Rubbing his temples, Tyrone tried to sort out his thoughts, “She told you she’s pregnant?”