Tyrone''s smile froze for a moment. Well, he was scolded.


    He shamelessly remarked, "Don''t worry, that bastard will apologize to you when he gets back."


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    Quintessa rolled her eyes, "An apology? I couldn''t care less about that, unless you give me a kiss."


    Mrs. York eavesdropped on their conversation. As soon as she heard Quintessa''s words, she


    immediately said, "Hey, little troublemaker, this is Serena''sing-of-age celebration. Don''t create a


    scene here. Making a scene at home might be excusable, but not outside."


    Mrs. York had just finished speaking when her son lifted Quintessa''s chin and gave her a peck, "Be


    good, no more pouting."


    Mrs. York pointed at them, "Great, you two are ganging up to annoy me."


    Quintessa shook Mrs. York''s arm yfully, "Come on, Auntie. You should be happy seeing us this in


    love. This way, you might get to spoil your grandkids sooner rather thanter." Mrs. York snorted but


    didn''t pull her arm away.


    The three of them behaved like a close-knit family, leaving Rachel feeling like an outsider, invisible and


    ignored.


    Jealousy and anger red within her. Everything Quintessa had should have been hers.


    Tyrone was supposed to be hers, and Mrs. York was supposed to be kind to her, but Quintessa had


    stolen it all.


    Seeing Quintessa and Mrs. York


    together made Rachel realize that


    Mrs. York had always been distant


    with her, in contrast, although


    kindness towards Quintessa


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    seemed disdainful, her eyes showed


    no contempt.


    Rachel felt an unprecedented threat, as if she was about to lose everything.


    She vowed to change this situation.


    Suppressing her hatred towards Quintessa, Rachel forced a smile, "Quinn, still holding a grudge


    against the family? It''s been a while since you''ve been home; everyone misses you."


    Only then did Quintessa turn to her. Her smile was mocking as she sized Rachel up, "Oh, Rachel''s


    here too. My apologies, I didn''t notice you. But then again, it''s not my fault. You''ve changed so much


    from three years ago, with those deep wrinkles, you look even older than Auntie. If we stand together,


    people who don''t know us might think we''re mother and daughter."


    Tyrone couldn''t help butugh out loud, "Mom, she''s saying you look young."


    Even Mrs. York, naive as she might be, knew that this was the Young family members bickering. She


    wanted tough but restrained herself, scolding Tyrone, "I am young, and I don''t need your


    commentary." Rachel''s face grew even paler; Mrs. York''s words clearly sided with Quintessa.


    Rachel calmed herself and spoke with a gentle smile, "Let bygones be bygones. No matter how big the


    grudge, it''s been three years. After all, we''re family, right? Please,e home tomorrow."


    Rachel seemed like a true elder, kind, and considerate, gentle and generous, as if she could forgive all


    of Quintessa''s past mistakes.


    Quintessa''s smile widened, "The past? Are you talking about when I seduced your man and got caught


    in bed with him?"


    Under Mrs. York''s astonished gaze,


    Quintessa shrugged and quipped, "If that''s the case, then yes, I did wrong. But I don''t intend to change.


    In fact, I''m just going to keep doing what I''m doing. So, Rachel, about your man-l use him every day.


    And he''s really handy."