Quintessa''s words dropped like a bomb, exploding in the middle and instantly changing the Lott family''s


    expressions. Jerome, with a scowl that could freeze hell over, swiftly yanked his arm away from


    Miranda''s grasp.


    Neen boyfriends? What on earth could that mean? Anyone hearing it would probably snicker to


    themselves, thinking her as Miss Collect-''em-all?


    Quintessa smirked inwardly. Wasn''t I used of stealing others'' boyfriends? Well, let me tell you just


    how many I''ve ''stolen.''


    Was the number neen or not, she could not remember exactly. But it was just a bluff, but she would


    make the Lott family believe that number was absolutely real.


    Leaning her head against Jerome''s arm, Quintessa yed her part to the hilt: "Yeah, I''m that notorious


    sister, snatching all her boyfriends. You got it right."


    Miranda turned ashen, her voice quivering, "Quintessa, shut up! When did I start dating in junior year?


    And when did I ever date neen guys? You''re ndering me! Please don''t believe her. She''s just


    trying to smear my name. You don''t know how malicious she can be. Ever since we were kids, she''s


    always been throwing dirt on me. Please, don''t believe her!"


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    Tears brimmed in Miranda''s eyes, her voice cracking in desperation to prove her innocence, which


    softened the Lott parents'' expressions slightly.


    But then, Quintessa dropped another bombshell: "Really? Howe I remember it then? In the ninth


    grade, you and a boy from the next ss went off to a motel, got caught by the teacher, and parents of


    both of you were called in. Oh, that memory sticks because I was the one who tipped off the teacher."


    After saying that, Quintessa teasingly winked at Miranda.


    Mention of the past and the truth behind it made Miranda tremble with anger: "It was you!"


    Quintessa shrugged, "Who else did you think? Oh, and in your junior year of high school, you shacked


    up with that basketball yer from your ss for two months until his parents kicked you out of the


    apartment. I didn''t get any of that wrong, did I? You should thank me for that one-I was the one who


    took photos of you two living together and sent them to the boy''s family. I did it for your own good. How


    could you afford to be in a rtionship with such a tight high school schedule?"


    All those past incidents were Quintessa''s doings, and with her emotions like gunpowder all night, easily


    ignited without her parents to calm her, Miranda exploded, screaming, "Quintessa, I''ll kill you!" Jerome


    held Miranda back, "Is there anything else?"


    Quintessa yed innocent: "There''s more. When my sister was a sophomore in college, she had a


    miscarriage and bled heavily. I was the one who gave her the blood transfusion. That was my blood,


    sis. You can deny everything else, but not that, right?"


    Miranda, beyond reasoning, screamed at the top of her lungs, "You''re lying, all of it is a lie!"


    Quintessa tsked, "Am I lying? But I have the hospital records right here."


    Sure enough, she produced a document, dated years back, clearly stating: Patient: Miranda, treated for


    severe bleeding due to a miscarriage.


    Nathan and Fiona, holding the diagnosis, looked incredibly grim. Quintessa, with feigned kindness,


    added, "Come on, sis, it''s a modern world. What''s wrong with having a few boyfriends? I''m sure your


    future inws won''t mind. They won''t mind."