Watching the backs of the three, Rachel couldn''t maintain herposure any longer. She gritted her


    teeth, her body trembling, and hissed venomously, "Quintessa, just you wait. Let''s see how long you


    can keep that smug smile."


    Quintessa had stepped on Rachel''s left foot so hard that the skin broke and bled, possibly even


    damaging the bone. Every movement was excruciatingly painful. Her hair was also tousled, making her


    look like a madwoman.


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    Ignoring the mocking nces from those around her, Rachel hobbled towards the restroom. She


    needed to tidy up her appearance.


    She couldn''t let all her previous efforts go to waste now.


    After sitting down, Mrs. York nced at Quintessa, lips twitching as if she wanted to speak, then closed


    her mouth again.


    Quintessa could guess what was on Mrs. York''s mind. She must have unintentionally scared this


    innocent olddy. Quintessa asked, "Auntie, are you afraid of me?"


    "Don''t worry. Auntie, you''re so sweet, so good. How could I bear to harm you?"


    Mrs. York snorted and turned away, ignoring her.


    After a while, feeling the need to speak her mind, Mrs. York turned back hesitantly, "I saw Rachel didn''t


    say anything. Why did you..."


    Quintessa interrupted Mrs. York, asking, "Auntie, as a woman, how would you react if someone slept


    with your beloved man?"


    Mrs. York thought for a moment, "I''d probably want to kill her."


    Quintessa smiled, putting an arm around Mrs. York''s shoulder, "Exactly. She clearly wanted to kill me


    yet still smiled so sweetly and spoke so kindly. Isn''t that terrifying?" Mrs. York thought about it. It


    actually made some sense!


    Seeing Mrs. York''s conflicted expression, Quintessa sighed, "Auntie, you''re truly blessed."


    "What?"


    Quintessa smiled, "To be able to remain so naive, so carefree. How blessed."


    She wished she could be naive and innocent, unaware of the harshness of the world, but someone


    would have to protect that innocence.


    Mrs. York red at Quintessa and Tyrone, "I used to worry that my son would get tired of you, thinking


    someday you''d be the one in tears. Now realize, neither of you is any good. I was worrying over


    nothing. Who knows who''ll end up crying in the end."


    Tyrone sighed, "Mom, can we not say things like that?"


    Quintessaughed, "You are absolutely right. Who knows, maybe it''ll be your son crying in the end."


    Mrs. York brushed off Quintessa''s hand, "Don''t talk to me. I can''t stand seeing you."


    "Ty, Cecilia, why are you two sitting here? I''ve been looking everywhere for you." Serena''s vibrant voice


    suddenly rang out, like a lively warblering out of its nest. Even Quintessa couldn''t help but look


    over.


    She was arm in arm with Alexander,


    her smile innocent and her


    demeanor full of youthful grace. The two shared a striking resemnce. Following them were a stylish


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    Quintessa instantly guessed that these were the Harringtons, with Serena being the center of attention


    today.


    Mrs. York stood up with a smile, taking Serena''s hand, "My dear, you look absolutely stunning today.


    You''ve grown into a fine youngdy in the blink of an eye."


    Quintessa watched them exchange


    pleasantries, her eyes on Serena. The 18-year-old girl was youthful and beautiful, her eyes pure and


    her whole demeanor exuded happiness and innocence. Her eyes were not the same as Quintessa''s,


    which reflect the worldly experience and hardships.


    No, not everyone''s eighteen could be carefree like this. At 8, Quintessa''s gaze held moreplexity


    than Serena could fathom at 18.